After the emperor got married, he collapsed and set up

It seems that many people think that the late emperor has a great position in Yang Yanqing's heart, and it can be described as a confidant, dedication, and death, which are the most beautiful words for the relationship between monarch and minister.

Yang Yanqing was sitting in the carriage, with the Guqin on the low table beside him, thinking with his eyes closed.

Many of these things, with the old people leaving one by one, in the end, except for Yang Yanqing, no one can tell whether those old things are right or wrong.

Just like Yang Yanqing, no one knows why the late emperor, who was lingering on the sick bed, returned to the court to listen to the government in the last half a year, appointed a prince, fought against the cabinet, and finally died of illness.

The medicine given by the cabinet to the first emperor was not a poison, it would only make the first emperor less energetic and suffer from minor illnesses.

They need such an emperor who has lost his fighting spirit and is exhausted. Such a puppet is much easier to control than supporting a young emperor who has grown up with many variables.

But Yang Yanqing didn't need it.

Frankly speaking, Emperor Xian was not a very bad person. Considering his previous affection, Yang Yanqing's initial thought was to force him to abdicate, but when he saw the little prince with a pair of phoenix eyes in the cold palace, Emperor Xian It is impossible to continue to live.

Yang Yanqing likes people who are ambitious and succumb to their desires. This kind of people are easy to control, and they can be very sharp when used properly.But if part of the ambition and desire of a high-ranking person comes from him, then things will not look so wonderful.

The cabinet thought that the first emperor was weak and died under their medicine, and the first emperor thought that the cabinet's medicine was too vicious, and even the confidants around the first emperor hated the cabinet and the favorite concubine who used the medicine in the harem even more.

So, what does this matter have to do with him, a former lone minister?

He was just a minister of the two dynasties who was loyal to the first emperor and was left alone on his deathbed.

Yang Yanqing thought calmly.

It's just that the little gadgets left by the late emperor are really difficult to deal with. Yang Yanqing has never known what is safe. Every year, he will always come up with something to do "another Yang Yanqing", and then return to Beijing to lie on the bed Lying down for ten days and half a month confirmed the rumors that the emperor's body was weak and prone to illness.

Maybe one day, he will die from years of toxin infection, or one day, he will completely get rid of the illness and become the real Yang Yanqing.

The first emperor is dead, but his bet with the first emperor is far from over.

The carriage turned a corner, and the groom who was driving hit the running horse again with his whip, and the speed of the carriage became even faster.

The internal breath was just sealed yesterday, and now the emperor is exhausted, every inch of his skin is tingling, as if a villain who hates him very much is torturing his brain with an ax and awl.

Yang Yanqing opened his eyes, but the color in front of him was covered with a layer of whiteness, and all kinds of scenes were distorted and mixed together to form a bizarre appearance.

In the swaying carriage, Yang Yanqing slowly stretched out his hand, took the piano that was put aside and hugged it in his arms, and sighed lightly.

So tired... the sequelae seem to be more serious this time.

The official road to Fuzhou is a straight road, and the turning of the carriage just now must have been diverted to send him to the underworld.

But Yang Yanqing was still sitting in the carriage in an even and stable manner, and did not reach out to lift the curtain to see the scenery that was galloping backwards with the howling cold wind outside.

It is indeed a remarkable thing to be able to buy the carriage and driver arranged by Jin Yiwei.

Although the premise of the plan is not easy, the implementation is very simple and straightforward. For an emperor who has no wings, it is indeed a mortal path of hell.

The premise is-

At the moment when the injured and mad horses galloped down the cliff regardless, a sharp long knife split the top of the carriage horizontally and directly lifted the roof of the carriage, revealing a well-behaved face sitting among them holding a piano Indifferent Master Emperor.

——He did not follow behind this handsome and crisp prince.

The hero saves the beauty, such a clichéd appearance... In a daze, Yang Yanqing judged that he had started to have a fever.

Xiao Jinghe cut off the shaft between the horse and the carriage with his knife, raised his hand to grab the edge of the carriage, and forcibly stopped the carriage that was falling down by the force of inertia.

He stood by the carriage for a while without seeing the people inside, frowning with a dark face, he used the tip of the knife to lift the curtain of the carriage: "Mr. is waiting for the king to carry Mr. down?"

"If you can, please trouble your lord." Yang Yanqing calmly met the eyes of the man who came in from outside, "It's a little weak in the legs."

The scholar looked tired, with a slight blush on his cheeks, he looked a little fragile

Xiao Jinghe froze for a moment, looked carefully, Yang Yanqing returned to his usual calm and composed appearance.

He looked sideways, his eyes seemed to be urging him, but also seemed to be blaming him.

For some reason, the snow fox who had been hiding a lot of calculations put away her sharp teeth and claws, and fell down to reveal a little bit of pink softness, probing for something.

Xiao Jinghe knew Yang Yanqing's great achievements in the past-drawing the sword from the golden palace; beheading the royal family members who were in collusion with the cabinet in front of the palace and pleading guilty; When Wang Mou rebelled and forced the palace, he mobilized Jinyiwei and marched to besiege and kill the Qinzheng Hall to confront the rebels for a day and a night, and bloodbathed the Qinzheng Hall-anything is more thrilling than this moment.

Weak legs?

Xiao Jinghe withdrew the knife and carried him out of the carriage with a blank expression on his waist. His palms did not stay on Yang Yanqing's body for a while - but seeing the man's hairband hooked on the clothes, he still couldn't help reaching out to stroke it. stroked.

Yang Yanqing held the piano and stood beside Xiao Jinghe. He reacted very slowly. He raised his head and looked at the carriage whose cover had been lifted. After a while, he asked sincerely: "Since the prince knows where people should get out of the carriage, why did you lift it?" the hood?"

The wind outside is so cold.

"Because I want to see if there is really a stupid roe deer sitting inside." Xiao Jinghe chuckled.

Yang Yanqing was silent for a while, unwilling to accept this metaphor that didn't suit him: "I know you're here."

This person was probably squatting at the exit of the post station leading to Fuzhou and waiting, riding a horse all the way behind, without any intention of hiding it.

"So you didn't forget to bring the piano with you? Mister is indeed an elegant person, and you have to bring elegant things with you when you go out." Xiao Jinghe raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand, "I think this thing is quite heavy, why don't I help Mr. carry it?" ?”

Yang Yanqing hesitated for a moment, dull, as if thinking about something, then naturally stuffed Qin into Xiao Jinghe's arms.

Qin is very important, but he really can't hold it anymore.

Xiao Jinghe noticed the strangeness in the weight of the piano as soon as he picked it up, and without saying anything, he whistled in exchange for a majestic big black horse, and raised his chin at Yang Yanqing: "Please, sir?"

Yang Yanqing looked at Mo Zai, and his eyes fell on the domineering Black Eagle above Mo Zai's head, then looked back at Xiao Jinghe, and asked with a very serious expression: "Can Mo Zai pull a carriage?"

Although the car cover was lifted, he could feel a little wronged.

Before Xiao Jinghe could reply, the big black horse first bit Yang Yanqing's sleeve and bluntly smeared the corner of Yang Yanqing's robe.

After changing several positions, he finally decided to hold the guqin with one hand. Xiao Jinghe saw Yang Yanqing pull out the wet sleeve corner from Mo Xiao's mouth with pursed lips, and a playful smile floated on his lips: "Obviously, it can't."

Yang Yanqing said "oh" slowly, and after a moment of silence, he said slowly, "I can't go up."

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Yang Yanqing: Hug me, understand?

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