Standing up to the west wind and geese not returning

Lin'an's palace is well built, magnificent yet elegant. In late autumn, snow chrysanthemums are in full bloom everywhere, as white as if it had just snowed.

When Yan Ci came to Lin'an's palace, the accompanying attendants went in to report, but they didn't come back for a long time.With the cold wind in late autumn, Yan Ci subconsciously wrapped his robe tightly around his body.

Time is like a still river, when the sun hangs in the western sky, there is still no trace of the entourage who went to communicate.Yan Ci raised his head and let out a helpless sigh.Then got up and got out of the carriage.

The coachman saw Yan Ci come out.She stood up in a panic and supported Yan Ci, accidentally touching Yan Ci's hands.I only feel a piece of icy muscle and bone, but it is colder than the autumn wind.

"My lord, why did you come out?" The coachman carefully supported Yan Ci, and said, "The wind is so strong, don't rush at you." A former emperor who has no real power, how can he compare with the new pilgrimage The current prime minister of Zhenglong family.

Yan Ci shook his head lightly and sighed, "The Supreme Emperor is very annoying to the Emperor. I was sent by the Emperor to pick him up and go back to worship his ancestors. Naturally, he would not see me."

The coachman supported Yan Ci all the way to the gate of the palace, and said as he walked, "Our emperor is so virtuous, benevolent and filial. As soon as he succeeded to the throne, this year's tax was reduced or exempted. At this moment, the ancestor worship ceremony, the emperor still remembers the emperor Tell me, he is really the most benevolent and filial person in the world."

There was a gentle smile on the corner of Yan Ci's mouth, and he remained silent.I don't know when he started, he began to learn this most silent mental calculation.

The emperor had to go to the ancestor worship ceremony, especially when the emperor was betting on the safety of the people in the world, but if he went, he could only become Du Zijin's target and be expelled and killed.Yan Ci looked at the winding buildings, terraces and waterside pavilions, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart.

If a person has been in the most supreme position all his life, suddenly one day, a person who has been submitting to him, obeying his orders, and clinging to him has plotted against him one after another, killing his youngest son, and taking him from that Supremacy pulls down.

So what about this person?Yan Ci's feet suddenly paused, something flashed by and then disappeared, and Yan Ci walked to the main hall of the palace in a blink of an eye.

Yan Ci stopped in front of the main hall gate, in front of which was a large lotus pond.Autumn is cold, and the lotus flowers wither and fall, leaving only dots of dry lotus leaves.The autumn wind blows, bringing endless bleak mirror scenes.

Yan Ci wore a splendid dress today, and a large goose yellow cloak that hung down to his ankles. This cloak was originally worn in winter when it snowed heavily, but Yan Ci seems to be getting worse every day recently.Before going out, Du Zijin asked Yan Ci to wear this one with thousands of reminders.

At this moment, the cold wind passed over his body with water vapor, but the cold Yan Ci shivered.The breeze lifted a corner of the cloak, and Yan Ci sighed deeply.Walked slowly towards the main hall.

This was the first time Yan Ci saw the former emperor again after a few months, his wrinkled face.

The vicissitudes of life are even more turbid because of the palace change and the pain of losing a child.Yan Ci looked at the old man in front of him.

The man also looked at him, Yan Ci was rarely presumptuous and rude, but at this moment, he ignored the almost black and blue face of the Supreme Emperor, lifted his robe and sat down on his own.

In his hand was a teacup painted with sapphire and gold, with unique patterns, and Yan Ci's fingers were reflected in the blue, white and golden colors, making them look even more white and slender.

The delicate lid of the teacup was lifted by Yan Ci, and the fragrance of high-quality Longjing tea came over his face. Yan Ci smiled and said, "The emperor is so lucky. I don't even have this fresh Longjing tea in my house. They say that today The Holy Majesty loves me and is extremely selfish, but now I see that the Supreme Emperor is more favored by the Emperor."

"Hmph." The man looked at Yan Ci with disgust and disdain in his eyes. His old voice was like a distant echo from a distant sky mirror, falling in Yan Ci's ears, which made Yan Ci feel extremely harsh.

Yan Ci smiled, as if he felt it was funny from the bottom of his heart, and also seemed to be laughing at the sneer of the downcast emperor. Compared with this sneer, Yan Ci laughed more naturally and appropriately.

"Lin'an has a beautiful scenery. Is the Supreme Emperor still used to living here?" Yan Ci didn't raise his eyebrows, but looked down at the floating tea leaves in the cup.

"Hmph. A man who lives by his looks is also worthy to talk to me?" The former emperor's gray beard was blown up by himself.

Yan Ci gave a pause in his hands. If these words were put in the past, he would probably have the same reaction as that day, sad and sad for himself.

But since that day, when he realized for the first time the fear of losing that person, he let go of himself, and for the rest of his life, he was willing to die for him.

"Then how do you think that a supreme emperor who has no military power and no jade seal is qualified to talk to people other than male favorites?"

Yan Ci glanced at the past lightly, and just when the eyes of the Supreme Emperor were about to meet Yan Ci's, Yan Ci turned his head slightly, seemingly unintentionally, as if the eyes were too cloudy for him to be tainted. generally.

"You!" The old man patted the table angrily, but he also knew in his heart that in the current situation, Du Zijin was willing to send his most beloved minister to welcome him back to participate in the ancestor worship ceremony. Save face.

But this face, shouldn't he be given to him by himself.That rebellious son, he didn't care about his blood and family, so he brutally killed his own brother. He will always remember that dawn, the sun just came out from the east.

The entire sleeping hall has become the people of the prince's mansion.He is the Nine-Five Supreme, but at that moment, like a refugee, he knelt down to his son and begged for mercy.

He couldn't understand that he had already made him the crown prince.This throne, this world, will belong to him sooner or later. Why, why can't he even wait for his own time to grow old.Why subject yourself to such humiliation.

Thinking of this, Du Heng couldn't help glaring at Yan Ci, and opened his mouth to curse, "You are a slave to a tiger. He, Du Zijin, is ruthless and brutal. You are just his dog. Why do you really think that you two If they are all in one place, are they really a wise ruler and good minister?"

Yan Ci was not in a hurry or annoyed, smiled slightly, and said, "I have a wound on my body that cannot be healed until now, it was blocked for him during the Shangyuan Festival when I first met him.

Although the wound was just an ordinary arrow wound, although His Highness asked someone to check it for me at the time, he said it was non-toxic.

But now it always hurts.I found someone to inspect the wound for me, only then did I realize that the cold arrow back then was not non-toxic, but rather poisonous.

I can't live for five years, but fortunately, I am very fortunate, at least the poison is on me now.

Instead of him, with a foolish father like you and a vicious younger brother like Du Zipei, if he didn't act first, he would have been killed by those Baiyue cultists from southern Xinjiang long ago. "

After Yan Ci finished speaking, he snorted lightly and said, "The Supreme Emperor still thinks that compared to your incompetence and incompetence, His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince who works hard for the people, can't make the people of the world feel better?"

Du Heng was already extremely sad, but now hearing Yan Ci's harsh words, he couldn't help sighing softly, "Then he shouldn't, he should be so anxious, he shouldn't be like this."

Yan Ci got up, walked in front of Du Heng step by step, and said, "No hurry? You listened to the slander and killed how many loyal and capable ministers within a month. If His Royal Highness does not replace you, I am afraid that the entire Du family will be destroyed." In your hands."

Du Heng was rendered speechless by Yan Ci's words. He thought that he just killed a few civil servants. He just wanted to spend his old age in peace and enjoy the respect that a generation of Mingjun deserved.But, was he wrong?

Yan Ci lowered his eyes and looked at Du Heng, who was slumped in the chair, carefully pulling him away, and then said, "So, Your Highness is willing to bear your own infamy, and put the world's people and society first, and you, for your own selfish desires, don't care about it." The people are dying. Don’t you know how to repent until now?”

After Yan Ci finished speaking, he slowly returned to the stool he was sitting on just now, and then said, "So, this ancestor worship in the Taimiao Temple is a rare opportunity for you. How to restore the relationship with His Highness and how to serve your people? do one last thing.

You weigh yourself well.Don't want to leave a bad smell for thousands of years after a hundred years. At any rate, you were a man of gold and iron horse in those days. "

After Yan Ci finished speaking, he got up and left. When he reached the door, he stopped again and said, "It's cold and dewy in autumn. I'm really sick and injured. I can't wait for the Supreme Emperor. An hour later. The next official He must get up and go back to report to the emperor.

Emperor Taishang, do you want to live in peace of mind, and in the future the emperor will order a historian to write a book for you, or the emperor wants to leave a bad name forever and be scolded by future generations, let's come to a result as soon as possible.The next official resigned. "

Yan Ci left the gate of the palace, and the accompanying servants hurried over. Seeing Yan Ci's face was pale and dripping with cold sweat, he couldn't help but asked anxiously, "What's wrong with Xiangye, did the old man say something? Why did your lord come out?" In such a cold sweat."

Yan Ci gently raised his sleeves and wiped the fine sweat from his head. What he said just now was not a void structure, but the injury on his shoulder, but it was like a fireball that was constantly burning, and it became more and more serious day by day. burning in his flesh.

At this moment, Yan Ci only felt a severe pain in his shoulder, and hurried into the carriage with the help of his servants.Yan Ci didn't feel better until he leaned against the soft bed in the carriage.

An hour is not long. Because Yan Ci was too tired, he just closed his eyes for a while when he heard someone report back, "My lord. The Supreme Emperor has come out. The younger one has already arranged people in another carriage. .My lord, should we take a short rest, or let's set off immediately."

"Depart immediately." Yan Ci said coldly.