Wanli Fenghou Road in the past

When Emperor Liang woke up again, it was already the afternoon three days later.

"Your Majesty!" Zheng Chean said excitedly, "You finally woke up..."

Emperor Liang opened his cloudy eyes, looked at Zheng Che'an, and showed a gentle smile that he hadn't seen for a long time: "An'er...I dreamed about your concubine mother..."

Zheng Che'an seldom heard Emperor Liang mention the Chu family, but he never thought that when his father was dying, he still thought about his mother.

"She smiled at me... very beautiful," Emperor Liang seemed to be lost in memory: "He was joking with me, saying that I would never look for her again... Pom Meng of Naihe Bridge is about to pass on the throne..."

"Father..." Zheng Che'an didn't know what to say.

"An'er," Emperor Liang grabbed Zheng Che'an's hand: "I will see your mother and concubine soon, this country, you have to be kind..."

"Yes..." Zheng Che'an's eye circles were a little red.

"My life... the only regret is that I didn't regain Nanshao. The princess who was married to me in the previous dynasty passed away a few days ago... There should be a war soon... An'er... must guard this country..."

Afterwards, Emperor Liang began to cough desperately, and it took a long time for him to get better.

Emperor Liang looked at Zheng Che'an, and sighed slowly: "I'm actually very worried about you... You are too kind to Tang Wei, you have suffered such a big blow recently, you must hold on... Don't be affected by emotions... Yu Son, just for my sake, leave him a way out..."

"My child understands." Zheng Che'an kowtowed heavily to Emperor Liang who was on the bed.

Emperor Liang closed his eyes with a smile, and left the imperial city that had imprisoned him all his life...

In the summer of this year, the 12-year Ming Dynasty came to an end, and Daliang opened a new chapter.

In the first year of Huaiqing, 16-year-old Zheng Che'an reached the pinnacle of power.

The enthronement ceremony of the new emperor seemed a bit hasty, Zheng Che'an seemed to be in a hurry, and he had to be enthroned before autumn.

The main reason is that in the autumn, the death row prisoners will be executed.

The first imperial decree of the day when Zheng Che'an ascended the throne was that the new emperor should not commit mass murder, and all prisoners, regardless of their crimes, should wait until the beginning of next spring.

Right after the ceremony was completed, Zheng Che'an went to the cell in person.

The entire Tang family was imprisoned in death row prisons, a private army?That was a serious crime enough to destroy the Nine Races.

The entire cell was filled with the smell of rotting wood and blood, it was dark and damp, and there were occasional sounds of abuse and rape.

Tang Yu was locked in a small cell alone, occasionally a few mice would appear on the ground full of withered grass, the surrounding walls had no windows, and there was an indescribable gloom.

As one of the "masterminds", Tang Yu was wearing a tattered prison uniform hanging on his body, and his long hair was scattered behind him. He quietly huddled in the corner, as if he had fallen into a coma. He heard footsteps No response at all.

"Your Majesty, this is it." The prison chief opened the iron door as if asking for credit, and couldn't help frowning at Tang Wei: "Hey! Wake up, and salute to Your Majesty!" After speaking, he seemed to reach out and shake Tang Wei to wake him up.

"Get out." Zheng Che'an uttered a word coldly, and the prison head shuddered from the majesty of the emperor.

In a blink of an eye, only Tang Wei and Zheng Che'an were left in the cell.

With trembling hands, Zheng Che'an almost knelt on the ground and hugged Tang Wei into his arms.

Tang Wei's body was very cold, and the body that had been tortured so much had a strong smell of blood. Zheng Che'an seemed to have touched the wound on his body, and the unconscious person trembled instinctively. The pain made him slowly open his eyes .

"Your Highness..." Tang Yu's voice was so hoarse that only Zheng Che'an could clearly hear what was close to talking to himself: "I...have never betrayed you..."

"Yuan Heng..." Zheng Che'an held the person in his arms who had passed out again, and tears fell on the shoulders of the person in his arms unstoppably. Tang Yu's already thin body had no flesh, and his slender waist seemed to be blocked by exertion. Broken in general.

Zheng Che'an picked him up, went straight back to the bedroom, and put him on the dragon bed.

Imperial Physician Chu has become the chief of the imperial hospital, and the stubble on his face looks a bit vicissitudes. He bowed to Zheng Che'an and began to inspect the wounds on Tang Yu's body.

Tang Yu's fair skin was covered with scars, and the unscarred wound would ooze blood at the slightest movement, with several bruises and even some purple.

Zheng Che'an suddenly remembered that many years ago, he carried the unconscious Tang Yu back to the East Palace from Shangshu's Mansion. The scene on that day was almost the same as today. Some were afraid to meet Tang Yu's eyes, those beautiful eyes like stars.

"Will there be a scar?" Zheng Che'an asked.

"Maybe," Imperial Physician Chu thought carefully, "But I will try my best."

Imperial Physician Chu's movements became much smoother. After administering the medicine, Imperial Physician Chu saluted Zheng Che'an and said, "Your Majesty, I suggest that you better clean Mr. Tang... a place like a cell is no better than the palace..."

"Won't it be infected?" Zheng Che'an frowned.

"But it's safer this way." The doctor Chu said: "Young Master's wounds cannot be covered with bandages, as it is not conducive to recovery, so I just applied medicine. Your Majesty chooses people with quick hands and feet, and try not to touch the wounds."

"Get back!" Zheng Chean nodded, then turned to Xu Gonggong and said, "Prepare water, I want to take a bath."

Zheng Che'an gently hugged Tang Yu, out of some kind of heart, Zheng Che'an just didn't want others to see Tang Yu's current appearance.

As soon as Tang Yu's bruised body entered the warm water, he instinctively shook. Every wound and every convulsion was silently narrating to Zheng Che'an the experience of the owner of this body, and all of this was because Zheng Che'an felt Tang Wei may have betrayed himself...

The heart was beating wildly, a kind of pain seemed to spread from the heart to the fingertips, the trembling arms could barely stop Tang Yu's overly light body, and the temples were numb, Zheng Che'an hadn't felt this kind of feeling for a long time, The last time it was because of Chu's death, it was an indescribable feeling, as if my heart had been severely punched...

Zheng Che'an carefully put his arms around Tang Yu, adjusted a relatively comfortable position and let Tang Yu sit on his lap, and gently stroked every wound on his body.

After washing Tang Yu up and down, Zheng Che'an gently carried him out, chose a piece of his own underwear to put on Tang Yu, and gently hugged him into bed.

Tang Yu has always been very obedient, leaning quietly in Zheng Che'an's arms, breathing much more steadily.

Looking at Tang Yu's sleeping face, Zheng Che'an was in a daze. He put his arms around Tang Yu's cool body, kissed the man in his arms by the sideburns, and closed his eyes bitterly: "Yuan Heng... will you really forgive me?" ...