I don't believe it, you lied [Quick Transmigration]

On the second night of Ji Xiao's drowsy sleep, He Yang began to show signs of waking up. He Yang felt a strong attraction, pulling his consciousness back to Ji Xiao's body.

Hearing was the first to recover among the five senses, and the familiar footsteps came all the way from the door to the bedside.

Although the little emperor said that he would not let him go, he still sent people to transfer him from the prison of Dali Temple to the wing room, and sent people to guard the door at twelve hours a day, except for the imperial doctor, no one else was allowed to come close.

So the one who appeared beside him at this moment could only be Chu Ziyu himself.

"Ji Xiao."

The little emperor called softly, followed by several minutes of silence.

He Yang closed his eyes and remained motionless, even his breathing rate was the same as before. He had enough patience to wait for the little emperor to say the following words.

However, after a while, the room was still very quiet.

There was the rustling sound of the cloth in his ears, followed by a sudden soft touch on his lips, He Yang instantly realized what the little emperor was doing.

He propped his hands on He Yang's side, his eyes were painful and struggling, his body became stiff due to shame, he held his breath and planted a superficial kiss on He Yang's lips.

This action seemed to turn on a certain switch in his heart. For a moment, his eyes were reddened uncontrollably, and he asked in an aggrieved voice, "Why did you leave all those years ago?"

Of course, He Yang couldn't give an answer. He closed his eyes, and his two heroic eyebrows had been polished by years of swords, spears and halberds on the battlefield, which brought a bit of chilling air. Even with his eyes closed, his heart would be chilled.

But the little emperor brushed his eyebrows very familiarly, with his fingertips resting between his eyebrows, his eyes were clouded with mist: "Am I not good enough for you?"

"Why do you only have the throne in your eyes?"

"Are rights really that important to you?"

He Yang didn't move at all, he knew that it was impossible for him to hear these words from the mouth of the little emperor when he was sober. After six years in that supreme seat, it was very difficult for the pure, kind and innocent Chu Ziyu to confide the truth.

But in his eyes, Ji Xiao is actually such a person, this misunderstanding is really helpful for him to complete the task.

"emperor……"

The little eunuch reminded him softly outside the door, and the little emperor came back to his senses, and his expression returned to his usual calm.

"It's getting late, you must not delay the auspicious day for your wedding tomorrow..."

"I know." The little emperor's voice was indifferent, and there was no trace of joy in his eyes. Before he closed the door, he took a last look at He Yang, and exhaled softly, "Let's go."

After tonight, he should also bid farewell to the people and things in the past.

The moment the door closed, He Yang slowly opened his eyes, propping up his forehead with one hand, his eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

[I seem to smell something unusual, I guess you won't let tomorrow's big wedding go smoothly. 】

He Yang smiled slightly, his eyes sarcastic: "I'm really disappointed that you still have to guess about such an obvious thing."

The evening wind blows through the window, bringing a bit of coolness under the moonlight, and the back of the little emperor gradually stretches infinitely under the moonlight, like a kite string that can never be pulled out, but no matter how far it flies, this One end will always be held in He Yang's palm.

next morning

The Imperial Palace and the Grand Tutor's Mansion began to be busy before dawn, and the sights were full of bright red silk, showing off somewhat while being festive.

Although the current Empress Dowager is not surnamed Shen, she is a distant relative of Mrs. Shen's natal family. If you talk about the greatest regret in this life, it is that when the late Emperor was alive, the position of Empress was always vacant. The prince's birth mother.

Now that Shen Yixuan has made up for the regrets of the Shen family, when she gives birth to an imperial heir in the future, the status of the Shen family will only rise to a higher level.

Their calculations were clever, but they didn't know that He Yang in Dali Temple had woken up the night before.

Ji Ting will visit He Yang's physical condition at Chenshi these few days. The guards outside know the relationship between the two, so they just turn a blind eye. After all, the purpose of the emperor sending them here is to protect. General Ji's His own brother would never harm him.

Ji Ting pinched the timing perfectly. As soon as he opened the door, he saw He Yang standing in front of the table with his back facing him. There were two teacups on the table, steaming. Apparently this person also counted him here. Come over in time, waiting for him to come to the door.

He Yang's complexion has recovered a lot, he is not as pale and weak as he was in the prison, but the poisonous attack will eventually cause irreversible damage to the body. He woke up again thinner than before, and the jaw line became more obvious, which made his whole body look lighter. A little sharp.

"Brother, you're awake." Ji Ting called him, with a simple smile on his face.

He Yang lowered his eyes and did not speak. He lifted up his clothes and sat on a chair to drink tea.

Seeing this, Ji Ting instinctively stopped: "You just fell ill, drinking tea is too harmful to your body..."

Halfway through the speech, he unconsciously fell silent. Outsiders don't know the reason, but the two of them knew best in their hearts that the origin of He Yang's illness was not a coincidence.

Maybe it's because of the blood relationship, they always see through each other's attempts faster than others.

He Yang raised the corners of his lips and signaled Ji Ting to sit down. He didn't need to care about the poison in his body. After all, the system had promised to fill up the progress bar to give him the antidote, but he had to get the answer from Ji Ting about the ins and outs of six years ago. .

"What you have done, I don't care." He Yang's voice was surprisingly calm, he stared at Ji Ting, and said straight to the point: "I just ask you a question, who do you think is the murderer who killed Han Ye?"

In other words, who do you want to accuse of murder?

Ji Ting was slightly taken aback, as if he was very surprised by He Yang's performance, he replied conservatively: "This case is under investigation, and no strong evidence about the murderer has been found yet."

"Heh." He Yang sneered, looked down at the tea leaves swirling in the cup, and said casually: "Since I was a child, there is nothing you can hide from me, not to mention that you are not impeccable in this matter."

A flash of panic flashed in Ji Ting's eyes, but he was quickly covered up with a smile: "Brother, what do you mean by that?"

"That day when I left the General's Mansion, you were repeatedly ordered not to leave the house, and even asked the housekeeper to take care of you for me." He Yang raised his eyebrows and smiled, helping him recall: "However, you turned around and appeared in the palace wearing an official uniform. Regardless of such coincidences, didn't you notice two inconspicuous bloodstains on the hem of the official uniform that day?"

Ji Ting's face turned pale, and a little cold sweat broke out on his forehead. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from my brother's eyes."

"Why do you do this?" He Yang asked.

A heavy haze appeared in Ji Ting's eyes, and he clenched his palms tightly and said, "How can I make him feel better when he bullied you like that six years ago."

"So you came here to kill people with a knife and put the crime on me?"

"No." Ji Ting was eager to refute, and said in a panic: "I have already made a plan. While helping my brother clear his stigma, at the same time, put the blame on..."

"Who?" A triumphant smile flashed across He Yang's eyes, he narrowed his eyes and approached: "Who is the target you really want to bring down?"

Ji Ting lowered his head, twisted his fingers together, and remained silent.

He Yang sneered, lowered his voice and said, "It's Taifu Shen, isn't it?"

Ji Ting raised his head abruptly, his eyes were full of shock, He Yang sat up straight with a calm expression, he didn't need to ask any further questions, Ji Ting's reaction was enough to explain everything.

"Things have passed so long, your speed is really slow." He Yang put the teacup on the table and made a muffled sound: "Since you have decided to do it, you should act more simply."

Ji Ting's face changed rapidly, and he calmed down in just a few seconds. He frowned and said, "Brother, do you know what day it is today?"

Before He Yang could open his mouth, Ji Ting explained with a heavy expression: "During the few days you were sleeping, the queen mother's decree of marriage has been announced to the world. The emperor will marry Shen Taifu's daughter today, and the sedan chair for the wedding will be counted. It should be almost at the gate of Taifu's residence."

"Come on, let's make room—"

Officials with red silk belts on their bodies were busy organizing people to make way on the street. The grand occasion for the emperor to marry his wife was unusually grand. Under the control of the Empress Dowager, the wedding sedan was extremely luxurious and extravagant. It was carried by sixteen strong men. Beating gongs and drums all the way from the palace to Taifu's mansion, it can be regarded as giving the Shen family enough face.

Miss Shen's family, Shen Yixuan, was sitting in front of the dressing mirror in the boudoir, accompanied by a group of maids and maids. Feng Guanxia set off her beautiful appearance, red lips and white teeth, she was really a beautiful bride.

"Miss, the ceremonial ceremony to welcome your relatives is probably coming soon. The servants will put on the hijab for you, and leave the rest to the servants."

"En." Shen Yixuan nodded with a smile, and then her eyes were bright red.

The sound of gongs and drums resounded through the sky. With the support of the dowry maid, she slowly walked out the door. The sedan chair had been waiting for a long time.

The little emperor wore a bright red wedding dress, and waited in the Xuanhe Hall with the queen mother and a group of ministers, just waiting for the welcoming team to pick up the bride. The two worshiped the heaven and the earth at an auspicious time, performed the worship ceremony, and finally announced the canonization of the queen The imperial decree is the completion of the ceremony.

The empress dowager and all the ministers waited eagerly, as if the one who was going to marry a wife today was not the emperor, but them.

Seeing the little emperor's complexion, the accompanying eunuch said worriedly: "Your majesty, you have not eaten since the morning. I'm afraid you won't be able to keep going like this. Anyway, there is still a while before the auspicious time. How about I bring you some snacks?" Come?"

"I'm not that delicate." The little emperor has always been strong in front of people, it's impossible for him to lose his manners in front of the court officials, not to mention he has no appetite.

While thinking about it, people in the distance slowly walked to the front of the Xuanhe Hall carrying the sedan chair to welcome the relatives.

According to the etiquette system handed down from the ancestors, the emperor had to welcome the queen to get off the sedan chair in person, so the scene suddenly fell silent.

Under the gaze of all the people, the little emperor walked to the sedan chair step by step with no expression on his face, and opened the curtain casually.

In the next second, all the onlookers gasped and stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of them.

Wearing a black robe with dark red trim, He Yang slowly stood up from the bride's sedan chair, standing shoulder to shoulder with the little emperor, like a pair made in heaven.

He lowered his eyes with a smile, and said in a low voice, "Ziyu, you look really good in this red wedding dress."