Wei Yangmou

Han Jin opened his mouth, a little speechless. Could it be that he was actually having a dream just now, and his highness didn't say anything at all, just got out of bed and came running?

However, Han Yan ignored Han Jin's sluggishness, bypassed him and went straight into the door, her eyes were fixed on Liu Che in an instant, completely ignoring the immortal Daoist Master Tianji who was still sitting next to him.

The two people in the door were also a little shocked. Before Liu Che's dark face could be retracted, he suddenly turned darker when he saw Han Yan.

"How is Your Highness?"

Han Yan looked at Liu Che back and forth with her eyes up and down, as if she wanted to see through his skin, and was willing to see whether the skeleton frame was stained black.

But Liu Che didn't care about these things, he was actually very calm despite the ups and downs of his emotions.

He shook his head: "It's nothing serious."

After thinking about it, he added inexplicably, "I can't die..."

Han Yan frowned, feeling that Liu Che's words were really outspoken, so she couldn't help opening her mouth to teach: "Your Highness, how can you talk nonsense."

Liu Che closed his mouth, and only looked at Han Yan with his eyes. There was a little bit of starlight in it, gentle and tender, and it turned into a smile. Red up to the neck.

Li Dan glared at Liu Che, intending to teach him a few more words, but the other party didn't notice him, and all his attention was on Han Yan, so he had to shake his sleeves angrily, turn around and leave, thinking, add two more nights One hour of practice is not enough, and one more hour is needed.

However, even though he shook his sleeves and left angrily, the two people behind still didn't look at him more. Li Dan became more and more angry, and couldn't help turning those three hours into a whole night.

"Didn't you say you couldn't leave?"

Liu Che was in a good mood, but looking at Han Yan's appearance, he couldn't help teasing him, wanting to hear some sweet words from him, and it would be best if he could do what happened yesterday again in a humble way.

However, Han Yan is already very familiar with him, and at this moment, she doesn't care about other charming thoughts, and her mind is full of serious questions such as how he is now, who poisoned him, and when he will recover.

Don't say that they didn't understand the meaning of Liu Che's words, even if they did, they didn't have the intention to cooperate at all at this time.

It's just that he is not good at lying, so he can only explain the facts in a serious manner: "The minister should be punished for abandoning the public because of private interests."

Liu Che was full of helplessness, but he also liked Han Yan's serious way of expressing his heart.

Although it seemed that he had no intention of taking the opportunity to express his love, otherwise the words should at least be more tactful.

But it's about Liu Che, and only Han Yan dares to say such a thing can be called "private", and it's so beautiful.

Liu Che stretched out his hand to pull Han Yan, who was standing beside the bed, and caressed his palm carefully. In his impression, the hand with calluses from holding a sword seemed rougher. I don't know if it was his illusion. On the palm, there are hard calluses everywhere.

He pressed Han Yan's hand back and forth, wantonly playing hooliganism, the blood on Han Yan's face that had not faded became thicker, turned his head to cover up a cough, and said awkwardly: "Your Highness, what is the matter with this poison?" ?”

Liu Che paused, and a faint tangled expression flashed across his face. Han Yan was not good at plotting, he didn't know if the other party would understand what he said, but there was no need to hide it.

What kind of person he is, sooner or later, let Han Yan know clearly, the young emperor in his memory is no longer everything to him, after decades, he has been tempered more and more ruthless, There is also less and less integrity and sentiment.

Conspiracies and overt schemes are just means, and land and human life are just pawns.

Many times when he looks back on himself, he feels that the self decades ago was strange and ridiculous.

But he couldn't go back to that ridiculous time.

"Nobody poisoned."

Liu Che's voice was a little weak, and Han Yan couldn't hear clearly for a while, and it took her a while to understand what he was saying, and she couldn't help taking a step back, but his hand was still in Liu Che's.

Logically speaking, with that person's strength, let alone taking a step back, even if he tried his best to pull back his hand, he shouldn't have pulled it out. After all, he had never succeeded in this way.

But this time, he pulled it out.

Liu Che let go of his hand. Han Yan still couldn't understand what kind of storm Liu Che had set off in these short words, and she didn't realize at all that he was looking at her now with a layer of plain expression. What kind of depth is in the eyes.

"His Highness ordered it himself?"

Han Yan looked at Liu Che incomprehensibly, and raised her hand to touch his forehead. The temperature of the tentacles was not hot, so she withdrew her hand in doubt, but she was obviously relieved.Then, she frowned and looked at him.

Liu Che sighed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he stretched out his hand to grab Han Yan's hand that was retracting, and said in a low voice with obvious joy, "I'll show you something."

He gave all the selected news to Han Yan, Han Yan slowly opened his eyes wide, his face was shocked, his hands were shaking a little, he couldn't believe it: "This is, this is usurping the throne..."

Liu Che could probably understand his feelings. After all, in the past history, no emperor had ascended to such a high position. From a certain point of view, Liu Rong could be regarded as unconventional and pioneering.

Originally, this matter should actually be done by Liu Ju, even though his prince was just desperate and wronged.

But Liu Che still remembered the shock and grief when he heard the news.After all, he also had high hopes for that son, and usurping the throne, just by hearing it, he knew it was a big deal.

It's just a pity, a pity...

Han Yan still didn't recover from the shock, and read the news again with shaking hands. This side was very serious, as if he didn't know the words above, he tremblingly said: "How dare he..."

On the throne, that is Liu Rong's biological father, who killed his father and king...

It's not that Han Yan never thought that Liu Che and Liu Rong would face each other, but it should be a long time later, how could it start now?

"Your Highness, will he, will he..."

While speaking, Han Yan suddenly remembered that Liu Che was "poisoned" now, and he swallowed the rest of the words, and his face gradually revealed the calm and self-control he used to use in the past. poison, I’m afraid I won’t be able to go to Chang’an.”

This idea coincides with Li Dan's.

Liu Che pulled him to the side of the bed and sat down: "I'm afraid it's not enough."

Han Yan looked at him earnestly, as if she knew he must have a way, but Liu Che couldn't speak under this gaze.

After hesitating for a while, he sighed softly: "You stay in the palace."

Han Yan was startled, and blurted out: "But the migrants..."

After only a few short words, he realized that Liu Che's words were probably not out of selfishness, nor did he just say them casually, but instead responded to his expectations just now.

stay in the palace...

The relocation is halfway through, as long as he stays outside for two months, when those people stabilize themselves, the victims will take root in Jiaodong, so he can't leave.

But Liu Che let him go, that is to say, he waited for those disaster victims to mess up by themselves, tens of thousands of people...

Han Yan was a little confused, but after this confusion, she vaguely guessed Liu Che's intentions, one poisoning is not enough, only if Liu Rong knows that Liu Che's situation may not be better than in Chang'an even though he is in Jiaodong, he will If he is willing to let go, he will happily be a magnanimous elder brother with the idea of ​​borrowing a knife to kill someone.

But tens of thousands of lives...

Han Yan was stunned as if she had lost her soul, and she didn't know how to react at all. He knew that Liu Che did the right thing.

But he couldn't get over his hurdle, and even he knew it, because he knew that doing so would help Liu Che, so no matter how much he couldn't bear it in his heart, he wouldn't really try to stop him.

Han Yan was very disappointed in herself.

Even a little hate.

Liu Che sighed, hugged the stiff Han Yan, and comforted him: "It won't come to that point."

Although the people who took advantage of the chaos to enter the city had been entrenched in the city before, but later the real city gates of Jiaodong were opened wide, and those who took in the victims were sent to the sparsely populated places to settle down. Perhaps because the time is too short, there is no A sense of belonging, but not necessarily willing to give up the current life for some irrelevant people.

They are different from the people in the city, because they have never seen the thin military force in the city, and the stability and prosperity of other residents in the city, so they will not have other thoughts.

What Gongsun Hong said to persuade him was nothing more than the fact that Liu Che had long been aware of Liu Che's dislike, or even hostility, towards these disaster victims who were entrenched in the city.

But Liu Che's thinking was not wrong in the end. Those people had blood on their hands, so it was so easy to get their lives again.

They think that the law does not blame the public, or they look down on these laws from the bottom of their hearts, because they are victims of disasters.

Because they are displaced, because they are desperate, all actions should be forgiven and understood.

The vigilant and terrified eyes that Liu Che saw as soon as he entered the city still made him unforgettable. Under what circumstances, a disaster victim would have such emotions towards his parents for food and clothing, and they never changed.

But there were innocent people among them, but Liu Che didn't have the energy to tell them apart, nor did he have the manpower to tell them apart.

In fact, he doesn't mind that these people have killed people before. If there is time, he is willing to register those blood-stained disaster victims as military members. They will be more fierce and have no bottom line than the people he has now. It will be a sharp knife, as long as Liu Che is strong enough, they will never dare to resist.

Unfortunately, time was running out.

Liu Che could only hug Han Yan even tighter. This person's slightly trembling body seemed to be suppressing the extremely great pain, and even the pain was almost solidified, with a very heavy self-blame.

But Liu Che sadly found that he was not very sad except for the feeling of pity. He thought that he would not be a benevolent king.

He couldn't help recalling that when he was militaristic and sitting alone on a high platform, no matter how many people died, what came before him would only be a string of numbers written on the cloth.

His heart, as early as on the increasingly deserted dragon chair, in the increasingly silent court hall, in the ever-expanding Han map, slowly lost its warmth.

He often feels numb and empty, and occasionally doubts whether he is alive like this.However, he never regretted it.

It's just that at this moment, I suddenly feel a little scared. If Han Yan hates his hands covered in human blood, what should he do...