The master doesn't want the monk to say

Chapter 71

The birth of a prince is originally a happy event celebrated by the whole world.

But in the imperial city, white silks were hung up one after another.

"The emperor's condolences! The empress's condolences!" All the officials shouted, but they couldn't save the loss of a small life and the grief of their relatives.

However, after a year, Xia Yangui's youthful childishness seemed to have completely disappeared, his figure became taller and thinner, and his face was calm, not at all like a father who had just lost his son.

Ruthless is the emperor's family.

This is Qi Mushi's current conclusion when he shouts "sorrow". He has clearly realized that Qi Wanrong, his daughter, the empress of Daxia and the prince in her womb, and even the entire family of the Qi family will suffer from the death of the prince. Battered.

It's hard to say exactly what's going on, but the news I got was that the queen stumbled and fell on the stone steps while strolling in the Imperial Garden the day before yesterday, and she became popular on the spot.

But Qi Mushi knew that his daughter, who kept her own life, was careful in everything, and she would never fall for no reason when she was about to give birth, and all the maids and guards who accompanied her that day had been silenced. There were many doubts about this matter, but the young emperor was just ready A tomb for the prince's clothes and crown was erected for a generous burial, and the queen was ordered to ground her feet in the name of recuperation, and no further mention of this matter was allowed.

On the surface, it seems that the emperor lost his beloved son, and he was too sad to mention it again, but Qi Mushi knew that it was just a political conspiracy. The Qi family had a prime minister, a queen, and a general, but they would never become kings or greats. Forbidden by the family, this time the prince's death was blamed on the empress, which was a fair blow to the Qi family.

Everyone in the imperial court was a genius, and the Qi family had a big fall this time. They saw it and watched quietly.Because Qi Mushi's son Qi Wen, as a general, was still entrusted with important tasks by the emperor, and he was not implicated by this incident, they were still not sure whether the Qi family was in decline.

After the court, the crowd gathered around, not as eager as usual, but they also held the basic etiquette, more or less expressed the Qi family's concern, Qi Mushi thanked them one by one, but sneered in his heart, no matter how obvious the emperor's intention However, Qi Mushi was given a warning to the increasingly powerful Qi Mushi with the crime of empress Ziyao, but he also guaranteed Qi Mushi's right to speak in the court with the position of general Qi Wen, so that the emperor could control the initiative in the court when he spoke and acted.

Qi Mushi's expression remained unchanged, and when he returned to the mansion, he ignored his wife's concern, only saying that the Qi family needed to be more careful in the future, the emperor won't eat another chess game after Qi Qiandao made a move, and ordered Mrs. Qi to enter the palace to visit Qi Wanrong When it is time, let her "be patient".

After coming down to court, Xia Yangui rushed to the National Teacher Pagoda, and began to close the pagoda to worship and pray for blessings, one for the prosperity of the country, and two for the little prince who died young.

Everyone said: "Your Majesty, be careful of the dragon's body." After that, Xia Yangui stood up and walked in hastily at the moment when the tower door closed.

The pale young national teacher in the tower saw him walking in, and his voice was extremely weak, "Your Majesty, how is the queen? How is the child?"

Xia Yangui walked over and held Yinhe's hand, "Mother and child are safe."

"Very good." Yin He murmured, and wanted to close his eyes again.

Xia Yangui hurriedly said: "The child has been born, can you rest assured now?"

Yinhe didn't have the strength to answer any more.

"Master Chi Ruo said that he has a way to save you," Xia Yangui was desperate and could only hug the last straw, "You promised."

Yin He suddenly opened his eyes, feeling a little anxious, "I'm repenting now! You, do you know what method he used!"

"It will definitely not harm you." Xia Yangui frowned.

"If it won't harm me, it will harm him!" Yin He closed his eyes, "My mission should have ended a long time ago, so don't force me, idiot."

"I want it!" Xia Yangui turned and left, and broke up with Yinhe again.

Yin He looked at his back, lost his focus for a moment.

He knew that he couldn't stop Xia Yangui, because his health was too bad.

But he didn't expect that his hard work would last only three days, because his people reported the truth that the mother and child were safe but a lie, the prince died young, the queen was grounded, and the imperial city was full of mourning.

Yinhe was extremely angry, not wanting Xia Yangui to imprison him in the tower just to fabricate lies.

When Xia Yangui came to him again, he was surprised to see Yinhe sitting up, He, Uncle He?

You lied to me?The words squeezed out between his teeth caused anger in Yinhe's chest and pain in his heart, but he couldn't take any real action and could only stare at Xia Yangui.

Xia Yangui knew that he already knew, Yinhe had his own news network, Xia Yangui knew about it, but he didn't take it back.

Seeing that Yinhe was in a hurry to attack his heart, he was worried that his body would not be able to bear it, so Xia Yangui took advantage of the situation to stay and planned to stay overnight in the National Teacher Tower.Yinhe disagreed, but he was too weak to speak, so he could only turn his head inward and close his eyes, expressing his dissatisfaction and not wanting to see the young emperor taking off his clothes and going to bed.

In the middle of the night, Yinhe's whole body was hot and trembling. Xia Yangui jumped up and found the medicine in the jade box beside the bed. It is a life-saving medicine, but it is actually to reassure Chiruo, he is going to take Chiruo away, but Chiruo is unwilling to leave because of the crane.

If the Chi is Xia Yangui's last hope, he can't let it go. He immediately asked people to test the medicine Hua Ziyao gave him, and concluded that the medicine can continue life, but it is not easy to save lives, let alone Yinhe's physique. Compared with the deep nature of the backlog of medicine, it is even more difficult.

Xia Yangui immediately told the truth to Chi Ruo, the monk was only taken aback for a moment, then his peach blossom eyes narrowed into smiles, his voice was very gentle, he just wanted to take the little monk away, please rest assured the emperor, the little monk will never leave without reason because of the matter of the national teacher of.

By saying this, he not only defended Hua Ziyao, but also made Xia Yan accept his love, so it is not easy to blame him.

But in a blink of an eye, the little monk's eyes were clear, and Xia Yangui pursed his lips. He thought maybe he had suffered too much filth from the world, and now he always looked at people and things with a bit of precaution and suspicion.Chi Ruo was as clean as ever but even more precious, perhaps this was one of the reasons why Hua Ziyao couldn't wait to take Chi Ruo out of the palace.

After Yinhe took the medicine, his body was not so hot, but he was shaking more violently. The national teacher was seriously ill, but he couldn't publicize it. Xia Yangui could only hug him tightly, and the room was silent.

It was almost dawn when Yinhe slowly calmed down. Xia Yangui slowly closed his eyes after opening his eyes all night. He was about to go to court in an hour, so he had to take a short nap. When he closed his eyes, he saw that Yinhe seemed to be in trouble. A little refreshed, he opened his eyes and looked very relieved. He buried his head in his arms and muttered in a low voice: "Uncle He, are you feeling better? Go to sleep for a while, I'm here!"

Yin He was extremely exhausted, but his heart was very clear, and he even had a faint sense of excitement.

How could I, like a mortal, return to my dying moment, he thought.

He tentatively reached out and hugged the person in his arms who had warmed him all night. The person approached him in the dimness, and his warm breath made his chest feel hot.

He wanted to see the person in his arms more. He raised him, helped him to the top, and devoted all his heart and soul to him.

Amidst the quiet and soothing breathing of the person in his arms, Yinhe suddenly felt lonely. Before that, in his long-lived life, he was just lonely.

He remembered that before the Great Xia Dynasty, he had never bothered to remember the age, but it seemed that in the short-lived dynasty before the Great Xia Dynasty, it must have been about 200 years ago, and he also took such painstaking efforts to support an emperor.

He helped him to the throne, but the dynasty was exhausted.

Later, when the family and country were destroyed, the people in the imperial city fled in all directions. The cowardly among the royal family fled, and the strong ones died for the country. He was standing on the National Teacher Tower, quietly watching the chaos under his feet.

Daxia still respected him as a national teacher on the day when the dynasty was established. He is not a common man, so he naturally has no feelings for family and country, let alone feel guilty about it. He knows the inevitable change of dynasties, and his long life allows him to understand life and death. It seemed that nothing could arouse his inner turmoil.

"Indifference so far, in the final analysis, the national teacher is too sober and tired, so he doesn't want to talk to him anymore."

Someone once said this to him, the eyes were carved out of the same mold as Xia Yangui's, but without that childishness, the slightly raised eyebrows are exactly the same as Hua Ziyao's, radiant and romantic.

The man who built the Great Xia Dynasty was young but daunting.

There will always be one or two descendants of the Xia family who have inherited his eyes and unrestrained temperament.

On the contrary, when Xia Yangui came here, except for Xia Yangui's elder brother, everyone had the same temperament, but Xia Yangui only left behind those typical eyes of the Xia family, but his temperament was quite different.

To be honest, Hua Ziyao can tell people that he is the descendant of that person at a glance, it's just a trick of the world.

He said that he was living too soberly, and he didn't refute, he just suddenly remembered the emperor he had tried his best to help him. On the day the city was broken, he came to the National Master Tower. Haven't set foot here for several months.

He walked into the National Teacher Tower and wanted to take him with him, but after being rejected, he didn't force it, but just took a deep look at him, turned and left.

Yinhe didn't know why he suddenly recalled the situation at that moment, the emperor was even younger than Xia Yangui, and he was still childish and self-willed. Yinhe remembered that his eyes were very dark, and he looked at his eyes. At that glance, it was like a deep pool.

He fell in and never came ashore again.

At this moment, thinking about the reason, they broke up unhappy, and finally dispersed in a hurry, but Yinhe couldn't remember clearly.

Xia Yangui arched in his arms, Yin He didn't move, and let him find a comfortable position in his arms.

Immediately, he felt the loss of life in his body, and he didn't have any strength to stop him. He closed his eyes, and what appeared in front of his eyes was the first time he saw Xia Yangui, that small figure stumbling towards him, with a soft voice. Soft and glutinous, very pleasant to hear.

What Xiao Yangui held in his hand...

Yinhe suddenly opened his eyes, he remembered that he and the little emperor broke up because of some disagreement.

That hosta!

The hosta in Chiruo's hand!

He had to tell Chiruo...

Yinhe moved uneasily, but found that he couldn't move at all. He was like a bystander watching the vitality of his body gradually drain away.

Xia Yangui felt uneasy in his sleep, so he couldn't help hugging the crane, "Uncle He..."

Yin He frowned, his cheeks were icy cold.

He knew he was crying.

If someone loves you deeply and will never change until death, even if it is "so indifferent" as that person said, you can't help being so tender and entangled.

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