minister wants to kill the king

This is a prison cell, even though several lamps were turned on, it was still dim, Feng Su turned his face sideways, and the dim light reflected his profile clearly.

Xue Lang supported the bed with one hand, and sat up slowly. The wound on his chest had been bandaged neatly. When he sat up, he touched the wound, and there was another sharp pain.

Xue Lang is a little confused now, the huge amount of information makes his mind still confused, he doesn't know how to face Feng Su now, so that when he sees Feng Su now, his chest feels stuffy and panicked, a kind of sadness and suffocation Feelings crept up and drowned him in it.

Xue Lang would rather that he was dead, but he was glad that he was not.

Only by not dying can we know all the truth about the previous life.

Xue Lang had mixed feelings in his heart, he had countless things he wanted to say to Feng Su, but he didn't know what to say.From the previous life to the present life, the guilt caused by so many twists and turns and misunderstandings, how can words express it clearly

The two were silent for a long time before Xue Lang asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you kill me?"

"The shot went crooked." Feng Su replied.

After a while, Feng Su asked again, "Is that what you want to tell me?"

Xue Lang took a deep breath, covered his eyes with trembling hands, his expression was exhausted, "I" he covered his face with a blank face, "I don't know"

What has he been doing for the past two years?

Feng Su looked at Xue Lang with a little disappointment, and closed his eyes.Feng Su doesn't like Xue Lang's current appearance very much, it's too ugly.

The corners of Feng Su's lips pursed slightly, and he turned his head, his eyes didn't know where to look.

"Shi Qing erased my memory." Xue Lang said with difficulty, "I forgot all about you asking him to save me."

Forget that Feng Su was ashamed of him, forget that Feng Su tried his best to save him, forget that Feng Su was not a ruthless person.

Forgot that the reason why he can come back to life again is all because of Feng Su.

"I don't know why he did this, maybe he has a grudge against me." Feng Su said lightly, "but I don't think these are important."

Xue Lang nodded, "This is the end of the matter, and it's useless to talk about it."

What hindered them was not Shi Qing, but the suspicion and distrust accumulated over the years, as well as countless mistakes.

Xue Lang didn't say any more, the matter has developed to this point, words cannot express apology, this is an insult to Feng Su, and an insult to him.

Xue Lang raised his head and looked at Feng Su calmly, "How are you going to deal with me?"

Feng Su turned his gaze back and looked at him with a little sadness.

"Kill me." Xue Lang said.

"This is the best destination for us." Xue Lang said in a low voice, "The matter has come to this point, I have no face to face His Majesty, and His Majesty will no longer be able to bully me without any grievances. I deserve it all." retribution."

"Indeed." Feng Su said.

Xue Lang "ordered me to be executed, it will be a relief for you and me."

Feng Su smiled softly, "You are here with me, but you have asked for death many times."

"Only this time is sincere." Xue Lang smiled wryly, "Or, His Majesty can deal with me as you like."

"You really deserve to die." Feng Su looked at him sadly and said.

The cell door opened with a creak, and the eunuch came in with a tray in his hand, on which were placed two wine cups, and the clear liquor was shaking in the cups.

"Drinking dove wine and dying of gut rot, the appearance of death is too ugly." Xue Lang said.

"I'll give you a piece of white silk, and you hang yourself." Feng Su said displeasedly, "If you're dead, you'll pick it."

Xue Lang smiled kindly, and the eunuch put the wine cup on the table, bowed and walked out the door.Xue Lang lowered his eyes, silently looking at the clear liquid in the glass.

"Even though you have done so many ridiculous things, I still have something to feel sorry for you." Feng Su said slowly, "One cup is poisonous, one cup is not poisonous, you choose a cup yourself."

"What if he didn't die?" Xue Lang stared at the wine glass and said in a daze.

"Go away if you're not dead." Feng Su said, "Don't let me see you again."

The liquid in the two glasses was equally clear, and there was no difference in any way. Xue Lang smiled wryly, and picked up the wine glass on the left, "Can I ask His Majesty something?"

Feng Su frowned slightly.

"For the sake of the minister before he died"

"You ask."

Xue Lang raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Su with some anticipation, "Did your Majesty ever like a minister in the last life?"

Feng Su was silent for a moment, her eyes didn't look at Xue Lang anymore, she moved to another place, "No."

Xue Lang nodded, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

He put down the empty glass, and picked up another glass of wine under Feng Su's astonished eyes, with a sad but resolute expression, "I respect you, Your Majesty."

After finishing speaking, he drank it in one gulp.

Feng Su "you"

Xue Lang said sadly, "Your Majesty, can I call your name before I die?"

Feng Su's expression became particularly strange in an instant.

"Feng Su..." Xue Lang didn't wait for Feng Su to answer, and began to whisper in a low voice, his voice was sad and desperate.

"Feng Su"

After a stick of incense.

Xue Lang raised his head and asked desperately, "Why hasn't this poison kicked in yet?"

Feng Su looked back with an indifferent expression.

Xue Lang suddenly understood, his expression changed instantly, his face was full of disbelief, "there is no poison in the wine"

Feng Su burst out laughing suddenly, looking very abrupt in the silent cell, he laughed while wiping away his tears, "When did I say I'm going to kill you, I'm kidding you hahahahahaha"

Xue Lang roared in grief and indignation, "You won't kill me!"

"Hahahaha you looked so stupid just now hahaha"

Xue Lang suddenly contorted his face.

Feng Su turned his back while wiping his tears, and scolded with a smile, "Go back to your hometown, whether it's Turkic or Xianbei, don't let me see you again."

As soon as he turned his back, tears burst down the embankment, soaking the entire cuff, Feng Su blocked his eyes with his sleeve, his smile faded instantly, and he murmured in a low voice, "Don't let me see you again"

At the beginning of summer, the capital is full of flowers.

Chen Qingyu took over the Chen family and replaced Liu Junze to go to Beijing to recruit imperial merchants. After the autumn harvest, the imperial merchant's brand came down, and under the name of the imperial merchant, he began to spread the Chen family's property all over Daqi, becoming the first in Daqi. Queen business.

In the spring of next year, the new Turkic Khan Ashinayan signed a new century-old alliance with Daqi, repaired it with Daqi for a hundred years, and opened a trade route between the two places. Turkic people like silk tea from the Han people, and Daqi people also love to buy it. Animal skins and horns, traders from the two places came and went frequently, and gradually prospered.

Soon after, Ashina Yanxiu sent a letter to the envoy, expressing his desire to take Feng Rongjin back to Turkic.

Then Feng Yan sprayed it back.

Two months later, Ashinayan came in person, and was made things difficult by her brother-in-law again, but Feng Rongjin insisted on leaving and promised to come back during the Chinese New Year, so Feng Yan and Feng Su let them go in resentment.

Xue Lang Xue Lang returned to Xianbei, and now he should be called Murong Jinwu.

Murong Jinwu led the Xianbei clan to the north of the grassland and lived by the stream, and seemed to be living well.

Since then, Feng Su hasn't asked any questions about Xue Lang.

Spring goes and autumn comes, autumn goes and spring comes.

Three years passed in a blink of an eye.

The ministers in the court have been talking about getting Feng Su to marry a wife, but Feng Su is completely ignored, and whoever is pressed will check the account of the other family. As time goes by, no one dares to mention this matter again.

But Feng Yan, the second child in the family can walk, Feng Su often jokes that he wants to adopt one.

On that day, Feng Su suddenly received a letter from Feng Rongjin. Feng Rongjin said in the letter that Xue Lang came to Turkic, and he seemed to have talked about something with Ashinayan, and he seemed to plan to return to Daqi.

Feng Su burned the letter.

Two months later, Feng Rongjin wrote again, saying that Xue Lang lived in the outskirts of Kyoto, on Mount Zangyun, and seemed to be planning to settle down.

Fengsu ""

Feng Su replied to Feng Rongjin: "Don't mention him again."

Feng Rongjin didn't reply again.

A few months later, in the cold winter months, heavy snowfall, and firecrackers in the city, it was the Spring Festival of the year again.

Feng Rongjin's letter came again.

"Xue Lang's hen is healthy and lively, and he is going to slaughter two for stewing soup, and ask him to give one to the emperor"

Fengsu ""

Feng Su ordered the envoy who delivered the letter to be beaten up.

However, it was impossible for him not to accept the letter from his own sister, and it was impossible not to read it, so he could only endure it.

At the spring equinox, when the grass grows and the warbler flies, Feng Rongjin sends a letter saying that the flowers Xue Lang planted are blooming, and he invites the emperor brother to come and enjoy the flowers.

Feng Su simply didn't want to talk.

Cold comes and summer goes, another year.

In the spring of the next year, Feng Rongjin wrote to say that Xue Lang had planted new flowers, and the hibiscus planted last year also had branches, which would bloom soon.

Feng Su still threw away the letter after reading it, but did not burn the letter again.

In the autumn, Feng Rongjin's letter did not come again. When Feng Su realized it, he hadn't seen the letter for more than a month.

Two months later, still no letter.

Maybe let's go, and when I get impatient, I will go back naturally.

Feng Su pondered for a long time, and asked the palace servants to burn all the letters.

Until the Spring Festival, Feng Su received another letter from Feng Rongjin, but this time, the letter was no longer in the strong and powerful font before, but in Feng Rongjin's beautiful lowercase script.

Feng Rongjin said that she was delayed on the road and might not come until after the Spring Festival.

After the Spring Festival, Feng Rongjin finally came. During the period, Feng Rongjin said to Feng Su with some hesitation and worry in his voice, "Then someone seems to be sick."

Feng Su gave a faint "Oh".

After a long time, Feng Su asked, "Is it serious?"

Feng Rongjin looked at him cautiously, "One thing, the old wounds from previous battles should have flared up after being exposed to the rain."

Feng Su asked one more question, "Drenched in the rain"

Feng Rongjin faltered, Feng Su said impatiently, "I already knew what you did, so tell me."

Only then did Feng Rongjin say "Hi", "Didn't I send one of my men to follow him to pretend to be the envoy? Xue Lang was the one who wrote to you before."

"Then that subordinate returned to Turkic a while ago, and told me that Xue Lang drove him back, saying that he was not needed to deliver letters to the palace. It was hail that day, and Xue Lang was worried that the hibiscus in the yard would be damaged, so he kept covering the rain cloth Anyway, I got sick after that day, plus the old injuries from before." Feng Rongjin sighed, "He didn't want to treat him, and even drove my subordinate back."

Fengsu ""

Feng Su was quite speechless, "Why does he suddenly love planting flowers?"

"Then what did you ask him to do to wait for you on the mountain for a few years? He raised a lot of chickens. He said he would make chicken soup for you when you came. I don't quite understand. Isn't everyone raising chickens the same? "Feng Rongjin's voice raised slightly, "No one eats it, and those things are not easy to grow. They ran around all over the mountains and plains, and then they talked about planting flowers. You can still see flowers when you come."

Feng Su wanted to say that this person was sick, but he swallowed the words again, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

On the second day, Feng Su sent two imperial doctors to treat Xue Lang, and made it clear that Xue Lang didn't want to be treated, no one forced him to treat him.

This time Xue Lang behaved.

After recovering from illness, Xue Lang did not send any more letters to Feng Su.

In the past few years, all the letters that Xue Lang sent to Feng Su intermittently in the name of Feng Rongjin were all burned to ashes.

"Xue Lang seems to have returned to Daqi. He lives on Cangyun Mountain in the outskirts of Kyoto, which is very close to the capital. He said he plans to live there for a long time."

"Xue Lang's hen is healthy and lively, and he is going to slaughter two for stewing soup, and ask him to give one to the emperor"

"Xue Lang has built a new house on the top of the mountain. When the emperor comes to live, open the window and you will be able to see the sunrise and sunset, and the grass and trees flying."

"Xue Lang has planted some hibiscus, and the branches have already sprouted, and they will bloom soon. Brother Huang can come to enjoy the flowers when the time comes."

"The hibiscus blossoms are all over the yard. It's very beautiful."

"Xue Lang said that he planted other flowers this year, intending to fill the mountain, but the emperor may not like it. If the emperor comes, he can go hunting with you first."

Each letter was burned to ashes at the end of autumn last year, and now even the ashes are nowhere to be found. Maybe it was poured into a mountain, maybe it fell into a stream, or maybe it was blown away by the wind. Scattered in all directions by the north wind.

Only one undelivered letter survived and was hidden under Xue Lang's bed. The letter was smudged and smeared. It can be seen that the master had a lot to say, but hesitated, and finally fell on the There are only four words on the paper.

"I am sick."

This last letter was then buried forever under the bed.

When Xue Lang recovered from his illness, it was already the summer solstice, and the newly planted hibiscus did not die due to the hail, and sprouted smoothly, and bloomed all over the mountains and plains.

When Xue Lang was pruning Mu Furong, he suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes not far away.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Feng Su in white, leading his horse, coming up the hillside, with reddish hibiscus in the background.

Xue Lang laughed, as if the two hadn't reunited after a long absence, but just met the next day and said, "It's the flowering season, and you came just in time."

Feng Su seriously looked at the hibiscus trees all over the mountains and plains from the beginning to the end, and then fixed his gaze on Xue Lang.

"I remembered that there is a lack of a gardener in the palace, would you like to come?"

Fanwai · Butterfly Dream

In the late spring, the flowers outside the corridor are just blooming, the green leaves are fresh and tender, and the spring is full of vigor.

The koi drew a semicircle in the air and jumped back into the Taiye Pond, causing a splash of water.

Feng Su woke up suddenly from a light sleep, sat up from the reclining chair suddenly, and looked out of the corridor with eyes full of disbelief.

The attendant was startled, looked up at the sky and said, "Your Majesty, it's going to rain soon."

Feng Su looked at the garden outside the corridor in a daze, these scenes were so familiar to him, but at the moment they seemed a little strange.

that dream...

Feng Su took a deep breath and gradually recovered.Feng Su rubbed the center of his brows, looking a little tired, "What time is it?"

"I didn't sleep for a long time. You were tired all day, and this servant didn't have the heart to wake you up." The attendant said coyly.

The past few days have been busy with rebuilding rivers in various places. In the early court, he was scolded by the ministers. Half of the papers presented were about people's sentiments and half were urging him to choose a concubine. The emperor was young and had no heirs. Bewildered, the ministers were worried and even secretly asked if the emperor was okay...

This emperor is really useless.

"Go to the queen." Feng Su stood up.

Feng Su and Deng Wanshu have always treated each other with respect, and they rarely go to the queen's bedroom when they have nothing to do. Except for festivals and sacrifices, they don't talk much on weekdays. In the past few years, they have been busier after breaking the Turkic Suppression of the Qing Dynasty. After careful calculation, it seems that they haven't seen Deng Wanshu for a month. up.

Kunde Hall.

Feng Su entered, and Deng Wanshu hurriedly came to greet her, "My wife didn't know His Majesty was coming, so please don't blame Your Majesty for not being prepared."

Feng Su took Deng Wanshu's arm, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a person dressed as a scholar bowing and retreating, and asked casually, "Why is this person so unfamiliar?"

Deng Wanshu brushed her temples, "I have nothing to do, so I ordered a librarian to speak."

Feng Su nodded and sat down, and asked kindly: "What script?"

Deng Wanshu rolled up her sleeves to make tea for Feng Su, and said with a smile, "A few days ago, the popular script in Beijing is called "Tian Yan Lu."

Feng Su let out a absent-minded "Mm", pretending to be interested and asked: "What did you say?"

Deng Wanshu smiled and sat on the other side, "It's not a casual book that deserves the title. The story is very simple. It tells the story of a pair of brothers in the Tianyan School."

"Senior brother comes from a family of martial arts, grew up with stars, and has a bright future; junior brother has no father or mother, and his family background is unknown. Except for the same outstanding talent, it seems that he is inferior to senior brother in everything."

"With the same talent but different backgrounds, the treatment they receive will naturally be different. There will inevitably be a estrangement between the two of them," Feng Su said.

Deng Wanshu nodded: "Senior brother is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, brother is cold on the outside and cold on the inside, the brother is indifferent and mean, and the brother is full of calculations. The two of them were quite at odds at first, but with a young heart, after getting along for a long time, they become like brothers."

There seems to be no twists and turns in the story up to this point, but this time coincides with troubled times, and there are many disputes among the sects, but the real identity of the junior is a spy planted by other sects to steal the secrets of the sect.

However, the members of the Tianyan sect are harmonious, the elders are friendly, and everyone is like a family. The younger brother has lived here for more than ten years, and gradually fell in love with this place, and he has some thoughts that should not be had.

Later, due to various reasons, in the struggle of various forces, the younger brother betrayed the sect he was loyal to and chose to assist the Tianyan sect that he had lived for more than ten years.In this battle, the younger brother became famous and became the default head of the Tianyan Sect... and the default head of the Tianyan Sect was supposed to be the senior brother.

After all, the paper can't contain the fire, and the true identity of the younger brother is still known by everyone...

When Deng Wanshu sighed and said this, Feng Su frowned and said in disapproval: "It's not right for this junior to betray his sect because of his own likes and dislikes, and it's karma if his identity is discovered later."

Deng Wanshu said softly: "But at the beginning, no one asked my junior brother if he would like to be this master, and he was ordered to leave his hometown. The junior brother has been to the Tianyan sect since he was young, and he has been close to them for a long time. It is not what he wishes, and it is not what he wishes to betray his master, life is always involuntary."

Feng Su sighed, "I can't help myself."

The incense in the beast stove was burned out, and the maid quietly stepped forward to replace it with new incense, filling the hall with fragrance.

Deng Wanshu's gaze fell on the cold teacup on the table, and then on Feng Su's gloomy face. The emperor was stolen from the throne when he was young, and then he was betrayed by his cronies, so now he has a gloomy personality and is not close. The appearance of human feelings.

But Deng Wanshu and Feng Su have known each other for a long time, and it can be seen at a glance whether Feng Su is angry or thinking about something, and it is also natural to see that Feng Su's long and stern expression is in a daze.

"The folk tales are just for fun, and your Majesty's wife is not here to listen to my wife's stories." After a moment of silence, Deng Wanshu said with a light smile: "It's almost time to eat, Your Majesty will leave after eating? "After finishing speaking, she realized that she had said the wrong thing. Feng Su usually came to her place to sit down and leave, but today she didn't say that she wanted to leave!

Feng Su came back to his senses and changed his mind in an instant: "No, I still have important things to deal with..." Then he stood up.

There was a bang from the sky, and the rain poured down.

Feng Su: "..."

Deng Wanshu said with a smile: "It seems that His Majesty has to eat at my wife's place."

During the banquet, Deng Wanshu personally served Feng Su with vegetables. Feng Su obviously had a poor appetite and didn't even take a few bites of the dishes in the bowl.Deng Wanshu thought for a while, then asked tactfully: "Your Majesty seems to be a little preoccupied today?"

Feng Su let out a "huh", and Deng Wanshu asked again: "My wife heard that today the adults are persuading His Majesty to accept a concubine again."

Where is persuasion, almost forced to die.

Feng Su: "It's not all." He breathed a sigh of relief, "I've been having a dream for the past few days."

"I dreamed that I was back when I was a child. At that time, the second elder brother still liked to talk fast, Rong Jin was as fat as a dumpling, the eldest brother was still the prince...and Xue Lang."

Deng Wanshu put down her chopsticks and listened quietly. There were many rumors about the dead General Xue, and Deng Wanshu had also heard a little about it.It is rumored that Xue Lang used to be His Majesty's companion when he was young, and later the Eldest Prince conspired against the palace, His Majesty escaped by chance, Xue Lang joined the First Prince's command, and later when His Majesty returned to court, Xue Lang joined His Majesty again, helping His Majesty ascend the throne. ... and then, Xue Lang was ordered to be beheaded for attempting to rebel...

Deng Wanshu met Xue Lang many years ago, and Xue Lang was more difficult to deal with than Feng Su. Deng Wanshu still remembers Xue Lang's sinister gaze when he looked at her, as if he was about to pull out the knife from his waist at any time. She was killed on the spot...As for Xue Lang's eyes looking at Feng Su, anyone can see that eyes are full of envy.

"In the dream, the eldest brother changed, and the concubine led me to escape. I didn't expect Xue Lang to follow..." Feng Su twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh.

Deng Wanshu was curious, "General Xue came to see you?"

"And beat me up." Feng Su said with a smile in his voice, "This dream is too real. These days, I often can't tell which is real and which is a dream."

Speaking of which, Feng Su looked towards Deng Wanshu, "Maybe this is also a dream I'm having."

Deng Wanshu: "Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly, don't you know that Zhou's dream is Hu Die and Hu Die's dream is Zhou Yu?"

Deng Wanshu was a little worried and said, "Your Majesty is too tired. My wife heard that His Majesty hasn't had a good rest in the past few days? Do you want to invite the imperial doctor to take a look?"

Feng Su waved his hand.

The rain stopped.

Feng Su didn't stay in the Kunde Hall, Deng Wanshu sent Feng Su out of the hall, a moment later the maid came over, and whispered in Deng Wanshu's ear with some regret: "Why did your majesty leave? I just heard from your majesty's people that your majesty is I intend to stay here tonight."

Deng Wanshu was slightly taken aback, the maid bit her lip, "I finally came to you..."

Deng Wanshu smiled nonchalantly, and went back into the room, "It's just right to leave, we feel uncomfortable together, go and call the librarian, and continue to lecture."

......

After Feng Su finished approving the papers, the sky had completely darkened, and there was a palace official outside the palace asking to see him, it was a female official in the Queen's Palace.

The female official said that the Queen heard that His Majesty works day and night, sleeps less and dreams more, so she sent someone to bring a bowl of soothing soup, hoping that His Majesty can take care of the dragon's body.

Feng Su ordered the servants to come forward, and the female officer withdrew.

After taking the Anshen Tang, the drowsiness hit quickly, Feng Su didn't like to have someone serving beside him when he was sleeping, so the inner servant put down the curtain and retreated out after Feng Su fell asleep.

The bowl of calming soup worked very well, and he slept very deeply this time, and Feng Su didn't dream again, until he heard the faint sound of birdsong outside the door, and then someone gently lifted the curtain and called softly: " Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Feng Su opened his eyes sleepily, the sky was already bright, and this sleep was actually dreamless.

The palace man who called him up was a little strange, why hadn't he seen it before?Feng Su propped himself up and was about to get out of bed, with a displeased look on his face: "What time is it? There is morning morning today, why are you calling me now?" On weekdays, he would get up before dawn to go to morning court, but the bowl of calming soup last night made him Sleeping soundly, it's so bright outside now, morning must have been missed, what's going on with these dog slaves, why no one came to call me?

Feng Su said angrily: "Come here! Give him to me..."

The palace servant was taken aback, "Your Majesty, take a rest today."

Hugh?Feng Su was stunned, but it was Xiu Mu the day before yesterday, could it be that he remembered the date wrongly?

Gong Ren said: "Master Xue is still waiting outside."

Who is that?

Feng Su was completely confused, and felt that everything was wrong today.

After being waited on by the palace servants to put on their clothes, the palace servants pushed open the door of the palace, and there was a large bush of flowers obliquely outside the door.

Feng Su didn't remember such an arrangement outside her bedroom.

Walking out of the palace gate, Feng Su only had a weird sense of unreality. Everything around him was familiar yet unfamiliar, real yet unreal, especially when he turned his head, he saw clusters of thriving hibiscus flowers on the side .

"Your Majesty." A tall and slender figure walked over from the inside of the flower bed. He was wearing black boots and a black warrior robe. He had profound features and a warm smile on his face.

In an instant, the world was silent, and Feng Su's breathing stopped for an instant.

Feng Su opened his mouth, but suddenly no sound came out of his throat, he was frozen like a statue and watched Xue Lang come forward, Xue Lang looked at Feng Su's dazed expression suspiciously, "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Seeing that Feng Su didn't speak, Xue Lang turned his head and cast a questioning look at the palace man.

The palace servants looked awkward, it took Feng Su a long time to recover his voice, "Well, I had a nightmare at night."

Xue Lang asked concerned: "Are you startled? Didn't sleep well at night?"

Feng Su nodded humbly, barely coping with it, "It's okay." However, a turbulent sea had already arisen in his heart.

—— Xue Lang is alive!

What time is it now?what is happening.

In my impression, after he ascended the throne, Xue Lang had never looked at him with such gentle eyes. At that time, Xue Lang's eyes only had a gloomy evil spirit.

But he is still the emperor now, why did the palace staff change overnight, the layout of the bedroom also changed, Xue Lang was resurrected, and everyone around him looked as usual?

Xue Lang said: "Take a rest today, is Your Majesty free at night?"

Everything around has changed, and I don't know what time it is, and I really don't know if Feng Su is arranged for today.

So Feng Su asked back: "What's the matter?"

Xue Lang said with a smile: "This humble minister has the courage to invite His Majesty to go out of the palace to enjoy the lantern at night."

Feng Su was even more puzzled, did he have such a good relationship with Xue Lang?He forced himself to calm down and said, "Okay."

Fengsu’s usual arrangement on holidays is to go to the Imperial Study Room to review the memorials after getting up in the morning. After all, the officials are resting, and the papers from various places will not decrease. After noon, they will read books or have other things. too idle.

Feng Su hesitated and said, "Dining together?"

Xue Lang smiled and nodded.

The servant's tone was rather strange, "Then the servant asked the imperial dining room to deliver the meal?"

Feng Su felt that the new servant was a bit sloppy, but Xue Lang said "Hmm", "It took me a while to trim the flowers and branches this morning, and I forgot to make breakfast for Your Majesty, Your Majesty forgive me."

Before regaining the throne, Xue Lang often took care of his three meals a day in Xue Lang's mansion.

It's like going back to the past... A sense of sadness suddenly spread from the bottom of my heart, flowing all over my limbs. Feng Su really didn't expect that there would be a day when he could see Xue Lang with his own eyes again.

Not in a dream, but standing in front of him alive like now.

During the dinner, the two of them didn't talk much, neither did Xue Lang and Feng Su. Feng Su lowered his head and ate seriously, and didn't dare to look at Xue Lang at all, for fear that Xue Lang would notice something wrong.

However, Xue Lang didn't seem to care about this. After finishing the meal, Xue Lang asked, "Your Majesty is going to the Imperial Study?"

It seems that no matter what the situation is, the living habits of the two 'selves' are similar.

Feng Su nodded, Xue Lang said: "I will send Your Majesty there."

......

The interior of the palace is basically the same as before, but there are more green plants, which makes people look very comfortable.

Without using a chariot, Feng Su chose to walk there. Everyone walked through the corridor. Feng Su and Xue Lang walked in front, followed by a group of attendants. Outside the corridor was the water in the rockery. It is extremely beautiful, just like a midsummer scene.

It was still spring before...

Feng Su's eyes moved to the lotus outside the corridor, but from the corner of his eyes, he secretly glanced at Xue Lang who was beside him, sizing up without any trace.

Unexpectedly, Xue Lang suddenly turned his face and met Feng Su's eyes. The moment the two eyes met, Feng Su's heart trembled suddenly. Xue Lang seemed to feel that there was more meaning in his eyes look.

Walking to the front of the garden, Xue Lang suddenly spoke, with a smile in his eyes: "I want to borrow a word from Your Majesty."

Feng Su said: "You step back."

After the attendants retreated, Feng Su and Xue Lang were left in the garden. In midsummer, the garden was full of flowers, and the singing of cicadas and birds was endless.

Xue Lang took a step to the side, unobtrusively blocked Feng Su's path, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

coming.

Xue Lang said coldly: "The palace is tightly guarded, how did you bypass the guards and hijack and replace His Majesty? Where is Your Majesty now?"

Feng Su said: "Who am I? Can't you recognize me?"

Xue Lang frowned slightly, and a trace of sadness flashed in Feng Su's eyes, "I am also Feng Su."

Suddenly Xue Lang was struck by lightning, Feng Su let out a long breath, "I just fell asleep, woke up and came here, the palace is still the palace, but some things are different."

Xue Lang was so shocked that he couldn't speak, Feng Su looked at Xue Lang with a smile in his eyes, "I never dreamed of the scene at this moment, maybe I'm still in a dream."

"A few days ago, I had a dream. I dreamed that the emperor's brother forced the palace, and my mother and concubine died under the arrow. You saved me and accompanied me all the way to Shuzhou...Look at the current situation, 'I' should have been reset, I didn't expect you two to be so close."

Xue Lang already understood it completely, and looked at Feng Su with a face full of shock, "This is not a dream."

"Ok?"

"It's not a dream." Xue Lang said awkwardly: "You asked Shi Qing for the resurrection technique, and I was able to be reborn."

"You know everything?" Feng Su was shocked, he took a deep breath, "Yes, he said at that time that he could let you go back to the past and start a new life..."

Feng Su couldn't believe it: "I just tried it by chance, and I didn't believe what he said at all. I didn't expect..." He tremblingly raised his hand, wanting to touch Xue Lang in front of him, wanting to make sure of this. The person who thinks about night and night and thinks about clothes is not in a dream, but is actually standing in front of him.

This is not a dream, Xue Lang is really alive.

However, when the fingertips were about to caress Xue Lang's side face, Feng Su withdrew his hand like lightning, and smiled reluctantly as if nothing had happened: "That's great, I didn't expect that I just fell asleep and arrived here." You are here."

Feng Su felt uneasy, now that the two of them had revealed their identities, he would no longer be able to escape what he did to Xue Lang back then, and felt ashamed to see Xue Lang again, does Xue Lang still hate himself?

Xue Lang said: "Have you been doing well these years?"

Feng Su smiled dryly: "Well, everything is fine, what year is it now? You and him... no, it seems that you have a good relationship with 'me'?"

Xue Lang saw Feng Su's cautiousness in his eyes, knew what Feng Su was worried about, and suddenly couldn't tell what it was like, but felt that such Feng Su was a bit pitiful.

Xue Lang said: "It's a long story, let's not mention these. The second prince is still alive, and the fourth princess is not dead."

Feng Su was truly shocked at this moment, his face was full of excitement, and he grabbed Xue Lang in desperation, "What's going on? How are they doing now?"

There was a gentle smile in Xue Lang's eyes: "I can't finish talking about this for a while. Now that the second prince is out of the palace to build a mansion, Ashinayan is now Turkic Khan, and the fourth princess has become Ketun... .”

Skipping those bad things aside, Xue Lang roughly talked to Feng Su about the changes in these years. After half an hour passed, the atmosphere between the two was no longer so embarrassing. Said: "That's great..."

Xue Lang asked: "The fourth princess is far away in the Xiongnu, but the second prince is still in the capital. Does Your Majesty want to see him?"

Feng Su smiled: "No, I don't know when I will leave here, I'm afraid I will feel sad when I see you."

After finishing speaking, Feng Su raised his head to look at the sky, and sighed: "If this moment is my dream, then when I wake up from the dream, it will be the time when I leave."

"Should we still go to the Lantern Festival you mentioned?" Feng Su pretended to ask casually, and he smiled, "You originally wanted to go with him, but you didn't expect that after one night, the core inside would change. It doesn't matter if you don't go..."

"Go." Xue Lang said.

Feng Su was startled, then smiled, "Okay."

After Shen Shi, Feng Su and Xue Lang went out of the palace, with Xue Lang around, Feng Su didn't need to bring his followers, and the people in the palace seemed to have already gotten used to it.

At dusk, the streets are full of lanterns, because it is not yet dark, so all the lanterns are not lit, and the pedestrians are bustling, all to see the lantern festival.

There are many shops on both sides of the street, including a tall building with a huge flying kite-shaped Kongming lantern hanging on the roof.

Xue Lang motioned Feng Su to look at Fei Yuan, and said: "After this Fei Yuan lights up, the lights on the street will be lit... come." Xue Lang took Feng Su's hand and stood until he had a wide view. Office, "There are many people, be careful."

Feng Su's heart trembled slightly, he let out an "um", and followed Xue Lang to stand on a high place.

As night fell, the bell rang, and the people on the street suddenly gathered together and looked towards the tall buildings.

On the tall building, a man in white held a torch and lit the Flying Kite Kongming Lantern. The Flying Kite Light became bright immediately, and the patterns on it were clearly visible. The Flying Kite rose slowly and flew high into the sky.

At the same time, the lanterns along the street were also lit up one by one, and the whole long street was decorated with various lanterns, as bright as daytime, with fire trees and silver flowers, gorgeous and bright.

The street suddenly became more lively, with the laughter of children and the laughter of passers-by, creating a joyful scene.

Xue Lang said suddenly, "I know everything about the past."

Feng Su's heart sank suddenly, Xue Lang continued: "I mean that I have Turkic blood."

Feng Su: "I..."

Xue Lang said: "At that time, Turkic and I were in dire straits, and I was brotherly with Ashina Daiqin. It was right for you to call me back to Beijing to be imprisoned. Anyone else would do the same."

Feng Su sighed, "I didn't intend to kill you."

"I know." Xue Lang said with a smile: "Even if you ordered me to be killed, it is reasonable."

"I don't hate you anymore, and you didn't feel sorry for me. In the past, I admitted that I gave a lot, but I never forgave your difficulties. So, Your Majesty, I hope you will stop feeling guilty because you owe me." Feng Su was stunned, Xue Lang continued: "You don't owe me anything, and I don't want to see you continue to be so gloomy, because you are Your Majesty, you are the Emperor."

Feng Suwan didn't expect Xue Lang to say such a thing, and there was excitement in his eyes. After a long silence, he asked, "Is this what you think?"

Xue Lang said: "The one who has never let go is you, Your Majesty."

Feng Su nodded, with a relieved smile on his face: "Okay."

"You just said that you know everything about the past, are you referring to these?" Feng Su paused for a while, then asked uncertainly.

Xue Lang showed doubts: "What else?"

Feng Su's hanging heart was relieved, "No, that's all."

Xue Lang had a smile in his eyes, "Yeah." He owed Feng Su that matter, but there was no need to bring it up in front of Feng Su.

The long street was bustling with people, and the streets were brightly lit.

Suddenly a bell sounded from far away in the sky, and the servant's familiar voice softly said: "Your Majesty."

Feng Su said: "I should wake up."

Xue Lang looked at Feng Su and said with a smile, "Goodbye."

Feng Su smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Xue Lang."

A white light flashed in front of his eyes, and the world fell into darkness.

Feng Su opened his eyes again, and what caught his eyes was the delicate and complicated curtains on the dragon bed.

The servant stood aside and said, "Your Majesty, it's time to go up."

Feng Su sat up and subconsciously looked out the window——

The golden crow is rising, and the sun is like a brocade.

The author has something to say: Happy Lantern Festival!Happy New Year to everyone!bow!