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After many years, Lu Chengjing dreamed of Ran Mo again.

Maybe Ran Mo didn't want to see him after his death. In the first few years, Lu Chengjing thought about him day and night, and Ran Mo refused to come to his dreams no matter what.

He tried everything, but even seeing him in his dreams was a luxury.

As the years approached, Lu Chengjing could feel that his body was declining day by day, maybe he knew that his time was running out, but Ran Mo was willing to fall into his dream.

He dreamed that Ran Mo was leaning against the wooden railing with his back, Ou Bai's arm was stretched forward, but he paused in mid-air, and withdrew his hand after a while.

He was sitting in the attic, shrouded in the halo of warm sunlight, with a golden nanmu birdcage hanging in front of him.

The cockatiel in the cage was found by Lu Chengjing with all his heart. The parrot talks a lot, so Lu Chengjing wanted to find it to relieve Ran Mo.

Unexpectedly, this cockatiel was extremely beautiful in fur color and shape, but it was a dumb bird. It hadn't spoken since he found it and put it in this cage.

This bird has been fed by Ran Mo all the time, and he is very close to Ran Mo, even if the cage is opened, it will not fly away, and it stands on his shoulder consciously.

Lu Chengjing smiled and asked him why he didn't let the parrot out today. Ran Mo looked at him deeply with a pair of captivating eyes, and slowly pulled up the hem of his clothes, revealing the iron chain on his ankle.

His ankles have not been exposed to light for a long time, showing a sickly whiteness that is different from ordinary people, which contrasts sharply with the dark iron chains.

Lu Chengjing's smile froze on his lips, the iron chains that restricted his activities were fastened by Lu Chengjing himself.

Lu Chengjing hesitated for a long time, but he still didn't dare to untie the iron chain for him. He took down the birdcage, and when he turned around, he found that the wooden railing behind Ran Mo was gone.

And Ran Mo smiled at him, the smile was very shallow and didn't reach his eyes, and then he fell on his back from the three-story attic as if he was relieved.

Lu Chengjing was stuck in a dream, knowing that it was a dream, he clearly knew that Ran Mo had died more than 20 years ago, but he still tried to catch Ran Mo.

It was entirely a subconscious action engraved in his mind.

By a hair, he missed Ran Mo and fell with him.

The feeling of weightlessness made Lu Chengjing wake up drenched in cold sweat. He opened his drowsy eyes, and his whole body was as immobile as if a ghost had pressed a bed.

This feeling has been going on for a long time. Since he had the symptoms of a stroke, he has less and less awake time. His stiff limbs can only make some small movements, and he can't even sit up without help.

"woke up?"

Lu Chengjing moved his head with difficulty following the sound. The appearance of Huaxing Hall's bedroom hadn't changed for decades. Lu Ciheng stood beside his bed, bathing his hands in the basin leisurely.

There was curling smoke burning in the hall, and the beast-shaped bronze incense burner was covered in the smoke. Lu Ciheng's voice was cold but peaceful, and Lu Chengjing even heard a mocking smile from inside.

Lu Ciheng said like gossiping, "Will Ran Mo come to see you?"

Lu Chengjing felt a pain in his heart, Ran Mo didn't want to come to see him at all, but he appeared in his dream today, but made Lu Chengjing lose him again in such a decisive way.

And Lu Ciheng's existence seemed to remind him over and over again of how Ran Mo died.

"Lu Ciheng, what are you doing here?"

"I'm your son." Lu Ciheng chuckled, "You're dying, shouldn't I come and see you?"

"I'm not dead yet!" Lu Chengjing's face was full of anger, but he couldn't move at all, he could only stare at Lu Ciheng, "I don't have a son like you, and I don't need you to pretend to be sick."

He turned his head to Zhang Ling who was standing aside, "Where is the prince? Go and call the prince."

Zhang Ling didn't move at all as if he didn't hear it, but Lu Ciheng said, "Prince? How can there be any prince?"

With his hands behind his back, doubts appeared in his eyes that were exactly the same as those of Ran Mo, and after a while, he showed a look of sudden realization, "Oh, you said Lu Qingshi, didn't you personally abolish him as the crown prince?"

"When did I..." The words stopped abruptly, Lu Chengjing reacted, the veins on his forehead burst out of anger, he supported his upper body to remember, and fell back again, "Lu Ciheng, are you plotting against me?!"

Lu Ciheng smiled but said nothing, admiring his ugliness, and said indifferently: "So what?"

"Lu Qingzhi is really stupid. I just said a few words in the hall to fuel the flames, but he just said everything out of his mouth."

Some things are said through other people's mouths, the effect is multiplied with half the effort, and it can also keep Lu Ciheng from talking and leaving no excuses.

Moral support from many, scant support.What's more, literati are the easiest to be incited, Lu Ciheng just went to Wei Boran and the Minister of the Ministry of Officials to talk about Lu Qingzhi's actions during the past few days, and they spoke fiercely and indignantly in the hall.

Du Le's death was written by Lu Ciheng, in order to let Lu Qingshi be convicted of murder in fear of crime after helping others to cheat.

But the root cause was that Lu Qingshi was really useless.

Bending the law for personal gain, disregarding human life, and making false accusations.

No matter which matter, Lu Qingshi's handling method was inappropriate.

He was not upright, and the courtiers had already formed an inherent impression of him. No matter how Du Le died, the officials would only blame it on Lu Qingshi, and felt that he was not worthy of being the crown prince at all.

Besides, Lu Qingzhi's character is cowardly, and this is indeed something he would do.

Such a person, Lu Ciheng didn't even bother to regard him as an opponent. Even without Lu Ciheng, it would only be a matter of time before the crown prince was abolished.

It's just that Lu Ciheng didn't want to wait any longer.

"You have been paving the way for your useless prince all your life, do you think he is really capable of being the king of a country?" Lu Ciheng sneered, and called him darkly: "Father, look, you have always been the most You don't like me, but if the throne is not passed on to me now, there will be no successors to the country you worked so hard to conquer."

This was the first time that Lu Ciheng called him father emperor, but Lu Chengjing couldn't hear the slightest respect from this address, it was more like reminding him that he had no choice now.

"You're dreaming! If the prince is abolished, I can make Lu Qingshi the prince again. Even if the throne is passed to the son of the clan, it will not be passed on to you!" Lu Chengjing knocked over the basin beside the bed in anger, and he shouted Looking at Zhang Ling, "Go, go and call Lu Qingshi, let Yuwei come in and drag Lu Ciheng down!"

The copper basin overturned and water spilled all over the floor. Zhang Ling respectfully picked up the basin, put it back, and stood behind Lu Ciheng with lowered eyebrows.

Lu Chengjing looked at his actions in astonishment, and shouted angrily in disbelief: "Zhang Ling?!"

"Zhang Ling, you have been with me for more than [-] years. It is because I promoted you step by step that you are where you are today!"

Zhang Ling was not moved when he heard the words, he lowered his head, his voice was hoarse but clear: "Your Majesty, a good bird chooses a tree to live in, and an old slave just chooses a master."

Zhang Ling was the most trusted person around Lu Chengjing. He never thought that Zhang Ling had a different heart. Lu Chengjing lay on his back on the bed, his chest rising and falling, panting heavily.

Lu Ciheng didn't have much interest in watching their master-servant relationship. He looked down at Lu Chengjing, who was paralyzed on the bed, as if looking at an ant, and shook the bright and yellow Yizhi in front of Lu Chengjing, "I have drawn up the Yizhi, even the strokes of the pen are fine. According to your handwriting, you just need to put a seal on it."

"Impossible, don't think about it, I won't put my seal on it." Lu Chengjing gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I die and you ascend the throne, your throne will still come in an unclear way. At that time, some people will impeach you, Shen Mingan He is upright and upright, and his reputation is not right, he is afraid that he will be the first one who will not recognize your throne!"

Lu Ciheng smiled, "So I'm here to look for you, to make the throne more legitimate."

What Lu Chengjing said was exactly what Lu Ciheng was worried about. If he hadn't been worried that Shen Mingan would have a quarrel with him, Lu Ciheng would not have acted so hesitantly and cautiously.

Rather than talking back and forth with Lu Chengjing here, Lu Ciheng wanted to lead the Xuanjia Army directly into the Huaxing Palace, killing his father and usurping the throne.

He didn't care about how cruel and inhumane he was when he usurped the throne and seized power in later history, but he cared about Shen Ming'an's opinion of him.