Lingbo Luanqing Song

Once again falling into the vortex of suffocation, Zhao Ling felt that his bones were being torn apart by a powerful force, and the pain in his chest was like a disintegrating pulp fire, burning into his internal organs.The body turned up and down uncontrollably, was thrown high and fell into the abyss again and again.

At this moment, a figure swims from a distance, grabs her hand and seals her lips, with a sweet breath coming from his mouth, Zhao Ling slightly opens his eyes, but falls into another vortex again.

As if being cut inch by inch by a precise knife, Zhao Ling clenched his knuckles tightly, and his breath seemed to be filled with thorns, and his viscera were painfully scratched.

A huge wave was overwhelming, Zhao Ling opened his eyes suddenly, struggled to sit up with his forehead, closed his eyes and gasped for a while, Fang felt the pain that was about to split in his head was constantly churning.

He frowned, opened his eyes slightly, and vaguely saw a person standing not far from the bed.

"Children?"

The man was silent for a moment, his voice was cold, "You mean... Zhao Mingge?"

Zhao Ling narrowed his eyes, carefully identifying the person in front of him, and then his heart sank, and the light in his eyes dimmed a bit.

"Why is Your Majesty here?"

Si Yang Chengqian went to the bed and sat down, with a smile on his face,

"Since I moved the capital to the north, what have you experienced, and you even walked around twice in front of the King of Hell's Palace. If I don't come to see you this time, I'm afraid that the old man of the King of Hell will think that you go too often and take you in kindly. Who can I cry for my father..."

The conversation was no longer as cold as before.

The corners of Zhao Ling's mouth curled up a little far-fetched. She had never seen the emperor of the Ninth Five-Years speak in such a tone.

"But having said that, it seems that Zhao Mingge was the cause of your two severe injuries and coma," Si Yang Chengqian looked at Zhao Ling with deep meaning in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, just say what you want."

Seeing that the concubine in front of him was still so polite and alienated to him, the emperor couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. He stood up and walked around the room with his hands behind his back. In the eyes, it is particularly dazzling.

"Why did Your Majesty return from Beidu?" Zhao Ling looked at him in casual clothes, as if he was traveling in modest clothes.

"Lun'er was seriously injured and died a few days ago."

Zhao Ling was slightly stunned, the half-brother whom he only met a few times but could remember that he liked to eat pine powder crab crispy mother when he was a child, and the person who wanted to call him Emperor Brother before leaving, just disappeared.

"The current situation is chaotic, and the minister advised him to establish a crown prince early to reassure the people."

The morning breeze came suddenly, blowing half of the Anhui window open, and enveloped in the sparse fragrance of flowers in the pear orchard.Zhao Ling raised his hand and gently stroked the tip of his nose, his eyes fixed on Qingwu's hibiscus tent.

"Ling'er, you cannot escape the position of the crown prince. You and I have no other choice."

Zhao Ling looked up at the emperor standing by the bed, his eyes narrowed by the morning light: "What did you do to Zhao Mingge's mother and son?"

Si Yang Chengqian took out something from his bosom, Zhao Ling raised his eyes and saw that it was the piece of Phoenix Jue.

"As long as Ling'er agrees to take on this heavy responsibility, Zhao's mother and son can leave the northern capital safely."After finishing speaking, he gently placed Yu Jue on Zhao Ling's bedside.

Zhao Ling's hands were tightly clenched under the quilt, his teeth were clenched tightly, and the wound on his body was like a sober beast attacking with severe pain.She closed her eyes, feeling the fishy sweetness overflowing from her lips and tongue, and everything about that woman kept flashing in her mind.

'If you are afraid of blood in the court, how can you untie the knot.Forget it, this high platform and sky tower will eventually make me turn it upside down, that's it. ． ． '

Looking up again, there was a different light in the eyes, "Okay, then as your Majesty wishes..."

There are more than three months, and more than a hundred days and nights can change many things, such as the court of Da Yun.Since Zhao Ling returned to Beidu with Emperor Heng, the ministers gradually convinced him of his talent in governing the country after many experiences in government affairs.

In the early autumn of the 24th year of Emperor Dayunheng, the emperor appointed Si Yangling, his daughter-in-law, as the crown prince, and granted amnesty to the world.

Western Suburbs of Beidu

An ordinary carriage slowly drove into an alley and stopped in front of an inconspicuous courtyard door. A person stepped out of the carriage, backed away from the left and right, and stood alone in front of the door, wandering a little anxiously.

The courtyard door opened by coincidence, and the person who opened the door was a little surprised to see the person coming, and he spoke incoherently for a long time, and finally knelt down on the ground with a plop.

"Damn Jinse, I didn't follow the Lord's order to take Princess Shao and Princess Mu away from the capital, please forgive me!" There were several ringing words in between the words.

Zhao Ling looked down at Jin Se, whose forehead was already bleeding, and leaned over to help her up.

"You were assigned to me by His Majesty, and now I can't help myself with his imperial order, let alone you. Forget it, get up."

After saying that, he stopped looking at her, walked around and entered the courtyard.

This is a very simple courtyard. Several tung trees are planted in the courtyard. Under the trees, there is a stone table and a few stone benches. On the stone table is a pot of hot tea that is slowly steaming.

Zhao Ling stepped on the golden fallen leaves all over the courtyard, listening to the rustling sound under his feet, his thoughts suddenly went back to that year when he was recovering from a serious illness, he and she were wrapped in Da'ao, step by step on the first snow of that year, Soft and cool.

In the innermost part of the yard was a relatively large flower garden. Zhao Ling turned his head inadvertently, and happened to see the woman who made him think about it day and night, smiling and playing with the wisteria in her hand with Princess Mu.

The footsteps are light, the breathing is slow, the eyes are flowing, and the shadows of flowers are fading.

The autumn wind swayed slightly, raising a strand of hair hanging from his waist. Zhao Mingge's eyes chased after him and wanted to reach out to grab him, but after a glance back, he saw Zhao Ling standing not far away.

Concubine Mu followed Zhao Mingge's gaze, and saw that Zhao Ling was wearing a brocade gown with pear pistils, and a pair of snow boots stained with shallow inkstone, with the hidden handle pinned to his waist.Concubine Mu was stunned, and walked over to Zhao Ling with a relieved smile and patted Zhao Ling's cheek, "Speak well."