The Eastern Palace, Prince Li Heng sat on the steps and stared blankly at the drizzle. A gust of wind blew, and the drizzle flew sideways, wetting his beginnings and robe, but he seemed to be unconscious. He was like a statue and still moving. Yesterday's cabinet meeting almost determined his fate. Huangfu Weiming was dismissed and Fu Meng Chaling was transferred. But the most important thing was that Prince Yong Li Lin led the large captain of Anxi Protectorate, stabbed his heart and dripped blood. He had no doubt that Li Lin was going to replace him.

Li Heng closed his eyes in pain, and his mind seemed to be in his mind that he was named the crown prince ten years ago. His appearance was vast and majestic. At that time, he looked down on the Tang Dynasty, full of confidence and outlined his grand career. But just ten years later, he sat alone on the steps, with a bitter wind and rain in front of him, strong loss and strong dissatisfaction, like two out-of-control demon dragons, completely devouring Li Heng's heart, making him full of despair and hatred.

A slight footsteps came from behind him, and Li Jingzhong came to him with a greasy umbrella. He lowered his eyes and looked at Li Heng with a hint of pity in his eyes. The person in front of him was finished. Now even the soldiers guarding the gate in Chang'an City knew that the prince was about to collapse. The news was not groundless. The day when the prince was deposed was getting closer and closer.

Li Jingzhong sighed secretly, feeling a little disappointed. After all, serving him for more than ten years, there was a little emotion, but more importantly, seeing the interests slip away from his hands. If Li Heng ascended the throne, he would be a vested interest, but if he was lost, he could not help but struggle to break away from the black hand that covered the Tang Dynasty behind him.

"Your Highness, it's wind and rain outside, so let's go back to the house!"

Li Heng's thoughts were interrupted, and he felt the wind and cold were biting, so he stood up with Li Jingzhong's hand and walked back slowly back into the house. He put on a thick robe and pondered for a while and said slowly to Li Jingzhong: "You go to Wei Jian's mansion, send a message and ask him to meet him tonight." Li Heng had the last hope, that is Wang Zhongsi, who is also his supporter, Shuofang and Hedong have more than 100,000 troops. If he can stand up and say a few fair words for himself or make a gesture, it may shake his father's determination.

But Wang Zhongsi was not Huangfu Weiming, and Li Heng knew this. He didn't come on excuses when he made an appointment twice. How much sacrifice was he willing to make for himself? Li Heng's hand almost crushed the teacup. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would never give up. Since Wang Zhongsi refused to come to see him, he asked Wei Jian to persuade him.

"Tell Wei Jian that at the hour of Hai tonight, I will wait for me in the Cold Moon Hall."

After Li Heng finished speaking, he saw Li Jingzhong standing still, and he wanted to speak but stopped. He 'huh!' and stared at him with gloomy eyes and said coldly: "What? Do you want to bully me?"

Li Jingzhong was so scared that he knelt down quickly, "I dare not, Your Highness, I have a suggestion."

“What suggestions?”

Li Heng's voice was still cold. When did he need someone to give suggestions, but he was the only one who could use it. Li Heng held back his anger and asked.

"I think that now that the emperor has returned to the capital, your highness will inevitably be discovered by those who are interested when he goes out at night. It is better for your highness to write a letter and bring it to Shangshu Wei."

Li Jingzhong said it very tactfully. He meant that someone would secretly follow him, but in fact he didn't want to carry this huge burden anymore.

Li Heng looked at Li Jingzhong quietly, his eyes flashing. Today, Li Jingzhong's abnormality made him feel alert, 'Why must he write a letter by himself?' Li Heng thought that many things he had known to his father, but this person had not been caught. He suddenly began to doubt Li Jingzhong, 'Can it be him?'

"Forget it! You've made sense, I'll be gone this time."

Li Heng laid his voice coldly and said, "I'm a little tired, you go!"

After staring at Li Jingzhong's departure, Li Heng slowly walked to the inner room. When he reached the door, he shivered all over and his head began to become heavier.

The Crown Princess was sitting on the couch reading a book when she suddenly saw the prince coming in, and put down the book to greet her. She had been married to Li Heng for nearly twenty years. She was still beautiful, with a graceful temperament, her bright eyes were peaceful and quiet, and a smile that was exposed but not visible on the corners of her mouth, which exudes a gentle and elegant atmosphere from her every move.

When she walked closer, she saw her husband's cheeks flushed and his steps were a little erratic, so she gently held his hand, feeling cold and hurriedly helped him sit down. When her face touched his hair, she couldn't help but say in surprise: "Why is your highness's hair wet, but is it raining?"

She touched Li Heng's forehead again, feeling extremely hot, and was shocked, "Your Highness is sick!"

Li Heng nodded slightly, and he also felt a little uncomfortable.

Concubine Wei was even more anxious and quickly helped him lie on the bed, removed his shoes and socks, and said, "Let's go to bed and lie down. I'll call the imperial physician now."

She turned around and was about to leave, but Li Heng grabbed her slender and fair hand, "Wait a minute, I have something to say to you."

Concubine Wei stopped. Seeing her husband's face was serious, she felt a little uneasy. Although she was in the deep palace, she also heard some news from the maid. However, she never asked about her husband's affairs and did not take this matter too seriously. If her husband was deposed, she would not be the crown princess.

Li Heng tried his best to calm his tone and smiled: "This New Year, you have not returned to your parents' home yet, and you have just passed it now. Why don't you go back and have a look today and send me a letter to your elder brother by the way. How can you read it?"

"But you are sick, how can I feel at ease?"

Concubine Wei shook her head and said softly: "My mother's home can go at any time, and there is no rush to do so. I will go back when you are healthy."

Seeing that she didn't understand, Li Heng simply said, "I actually want you to deliver a letter to me. It's important, and I can't rest assured to others."

Concubine Wei understood her husband's meaning. After thinking about it, she agreed. Li Heng was overjoyed and quickly wrote a letter, handed it to her solemnly, and then repeatedly instructed: "This letter can only be handed over to your elder brother. If you can't see him, you will burn the letter!"

Concubine Wei carefully accepted the letter, and then asked Du Liangdi to take good care of the prince. She immediately ordered someone to prepare for the car and she wanted to go back to her parents' home to visit relatives.

The Wei family is spread all over Chang'an, while Wei Jian is the direct descendant of the Wei family. His mansion is located in Guangdefang, next to it is the house of the Medicine King Sun Simiao. Today is the 12th day of the first lunar month, and there are two days left to worship ancestors on the 14th day of the first lunar month. Wei Jian's two younger brothers, Wei Lan, who are outside, have also returned to the old house.

The sky was getting dark, and the spring rain seemed to be tired, gradually fading, but the sky was still gray, and at night it turned into a dark red like burning.

The Wei family was still busy. Contributing to ancestors was a big deal. There was a lot of preparations to do, and it was not careless at all. The people in the He family were so busy that they were not touching the ground. However, Wei Jian locked himself in the study. He had not stepped out of the door for a whole day, pressing his hands on his forehead and elbows on the table, looking very exhausted. Indeed, he had not closed his eyes for two nights, and his heart was filled with anxiety. As soon as he closed his eyes, the situation of the prince being driven out of the Eastern Palace would appear before him.

There was a random ink mark on the white wall in front of him. Before the ink mark was dried, a deep pit was smashed next to it, revealing the fragments of mortar inside. Just under the ink mark, there was an inkstone that had fallen into three petals in the corner of the wall. It was obvious that Wei Jian was furious.

There is only one reason for getting angry. Wei Jian just learned that Huangfu Weiming had been hiding in his own mansion. He not only concealed the truth, but also wasted a full ten days. Originally, the emperor could not find Prince Fei's charge for a while, but he found a private message between him and the prince in Huangfu Weiming's mansion, which made it difficult to recover the matter because of his selfishness.

‘The deposed prince is a foregone conclusion!’

Wei Jian seemed to have grown up ten years overnight, his firm forehead was covered with old-fashionedness, his smartness and ability disappeared, and his eyes were confused and dull.

Wei Jian was considering the prince's funeral. Huangfu Weiming's charge was a new private equity army rather than a force to force the palace, which shows that the emperor did not want to make a big move, so Li Heng should not repeat the tragedy of the former crown prince Li Ying, at most he was demoted to Xianwang. What about himself? At present, it seems that the emperor still cannot find an excuse, and it is very likely that Ming was actually demoted and promoted to Shangshu Youpushe.

At this time, the door knocked gently, and the second brother Weilan said hurriedly outside the door: "Brother, the princess is here!"

The Crown Princess, Wei Jian's sister, was shocked, got up and opened the door, and asked hoarsely: "You mean Wei, where is she?"

"Brother, I'm here."

Concubine Wei walked over and surrounded by a group of maids. She waved her hand gently backwards, ordered the maid to stop, and walked up to Wei Jian and whispered to him: "Brother, I have something important to come to you."

Wei's last words stopped Wei Jian from paying homage to the Crown Princess. He immediately woke up from his confusion and his usual shrewdness quickly returned to his face. Needless to say, her important matter must be related to the Crown Prince. "Come! Come and say it in the room." He pushed open the door of the study and asked Wei to go in.

"Brother, I'll go ahead."

After saying that, Wei Lan turned around and wanted to leave, but after a few steps, he was stopped by Concubine Wei, "Brother Lan, come and listen to it, and make some ideas for your elder brother." Although she didn't know the content of the letter, she knew that the prince must have something to ask for in the letter, and her elder brother was foolish and loyal to the prince, and she would not distinguish between principles in everything. It would be best if someone would remind him next to her.

Wei Lan hesitated for a moment and looked at his elder brother. Wei Jian thought for a while and nodded, "Okay, come too!" If something happened to him, someone would also need to take charge of this family.

The room was very quiet. Concubine Wei had already left. Wei Jian looked at Xin and remained silent. The content of Xin was very simple. He ordered him to persuade Wang Zhongsi to stop reporting his duties and return to Shuofang immediately, mobilizing the army to demonstrate and put pressure on Li Longji.

This is equivalent to Huangfu Weiming's same technique. Not to mention that Wang Zhongsi is willing to do this, even if he agrees, what about his generals? What about the soldiers? Hope there is a line, but it is extremely slim, and maybe it will anger Li Longji and cause him to start a massacre.

He shook Li Heng and stretched his head, but Wei Jian and Wang Zhongsi were different. Wei Jian sighed in his heart. Since the prince's order has been issued, he must implement it even if he cannot do it.

"Brother, this is the most sensitive time. You can no longer care about the prince's affairs, otherwise you will be ruined." Although you don't know what is written on the letter, it can be seen from Wei Jian's expression that this matter must be extremely difficult.

Weilan said anxiously: "You have done your best for the prince. You have not yet entered the deepest part of the matter, so take it back quickly! Why bother to get into that muddy water."

Wei Jian patted his brothers on the shoulders and smiled and said, "I have always been the leader of the princelings. If I retreat at this time, who else is willing to stand up? Wouldn't it be a shame for everyone to have a beginning and an end? Since I chose him, I must bear this responsibility. If I remain silent, what is the difference between me and Huangfu Weiming and others?"

He slowly walked to the window, stared at the dark red sky, and after a while, he said to himself: "The prince has not lost his virtue. Now the emperor hastily abolished his establishment for his own selfishness and ignored the turmoil of the country. This is definitely not what a benevolent king did. Zhang Jiuling would rather give up the prime minister for the stability of the country. I, Wei Jian, would rather imitate him."

On the 13th day of the first lunar month, the sky gradually opened, and large clouds were moving eastward quickly, and a blue color appeared from the heavy clouds. At noon, a ray of sunshine finally shone on the city tower, arousing cheers from the soldiers.

Tomorrow is the first day of the Shangyuan Lantern Festival, and people from various counties in Jingzhao came to Chang'an to watch the lanterns. If there are relatives, they will join relatives. If there are no relatives, they will find a clean inn to stay in.

There was a noisy outside Mingde Gate, and thousands of people waiting to enter the city squeezed the city gate out of water. The more anxious the crowded the soldiers were, the slower the soldiers were to release them.

At this time, several carriages appeared in the distance, and were guarded by a team of cavalry toward the city gate. The carriage was spacious and strong. The horse pulling the carriage was covered in yellow mud and panting. It was obvious that after a long journey, there were three young women sitting in the carriage, all of which were beautiful. One of them was holding a cradle and pointing to Chang'an City and saying something to the other two. Her mouth was smiling, but her beautiful eyes were crescent-shaped. This was naturally Li Qing's wife's Liang'er. Needless to say, the other two were Xiaoyu and the other was Li Jingyan. They set off from Shazhou on the second day of the first lunar month. After ten days of trek, they finally arrived in Chang'an. The purpose was to reunite with their husbands and celebrate the Lantern Festival together.

The child had just had a fuss and was sleeping soundly now. "Sister, let me hug you for a while!" Seeing that Lian'er was working hard, Li Jingyan reached out to pick up the little guy.

She kissed the child's pink little face, looked at her for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "Sister, have you noticed that the little guy's nose is becoming more and more like his father."

"The little guy's nose is flat and slim, how can I tell who he looks like now?"

Xiaoyu, who was standing beside her, smiled lazily and said, "I think you miss that person, so I made up a reason."

Li Jingyan's cheeks flushed, and she spat at her, but couldn't find any words to refute, so she turned her head and ignored her. Jian'er gently beat her arm, smiling without saying a word, and she was just as excited as she saw her husband? At this time, the carriage slowed down, and she turned her head to look out the window, and saw that the team to enter the city lined up and down, and she saw a long queue of people going into the city, moving very slowly, so she had to wait patiently. She suddenly felt something, as if someone was watching her, and she was slightly focused, and found that there was a carriage two feet away opposite, and there were soldiers guards. However, a woman was staring at her at the window, looking up and down, and she saw that she was about twenty years old, with slender eyebrows, slender eyes, and delicate skin, just like white porcelain. Jian'er also felt that she looked familiar, and seemed to have seen it somewhere? But she couldn't remember it at once.

"Are you Li Qing's wife?" The woman opposite suddenly asked, her tone cold and unfriendly.

“That’s right!”

Yan'er responded and hesitated for a moment. She also asked back: "I think you look familiar, but I can't remember where you have seen it."
Chapter completed!