The wind was strong that night, and the howling was frightening. There was silence in the palace of Yaoguo, which was unusually quiet.
Yi Huaiyu and Su Shiyun were lying in each other's arms. When Su Shiyun fell asleep from exhaustion, there were still tears on her face. Yi Huaiyu gently wiped away the tears that made his heart ache, but he could not convince himself to sleep peacefully.
This battle was lost due to his unauthorized transfer of Ou Suiliang. It was the result of his arrogance and underestimation of the enemy. It was also the result of him placing the wrong focus and focusing all his energy on trivial matters in the harem - no, it should not be said to be trivial matters in the harem. If not,
He stopped allowing a certain situation to develop. Yi Huaiyu was not sure that one day he would kill two people he trusted with his own hands.
Losing either of Sima Duran and Shen Junfang made him extremely heartbroken, but the pain was definitely not as strong as the anger of being betrayed.
Kissing Su Shiyun's forehead lightly, watching her sobbing and murmuring in her sleep, Yi Huaiyu breathed in silently, hugging her soft body that had lost a lot of weight. Many times he stayed in Lianchenxuan not just to have fun with her, but just to have fun with her.
Holding her quietly like this, I regained the feeling I had when we first met in the past.
They are both getting older, and many of the things they once believed in have been shaken, such as his self-righteous love for Su Shiyun, and the devotion and devotion she has been waiting for for several years but still cannot get.
In fact, Yi Huaiyu has long understood that he is not a bastard worthy of being entrusted with his whole life. After he scorned Sima Tulan through drunkenness, the relationship between the three people has been distorted, and who does he love more?
He had never thought clearly about it. All he knew was that if Sima Duran fell in love and no longer loved him, then he would do anything to destroy the man who made Sima Duran give up on him, even the most trusted and trusted confidant.
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There was a sad sound in the wind outside the house, and while Yi Huaiyu was worried about whether Sima Duran would hate him, someone else was holding Kong Jing in the long sleepless night.
"Mother, Concubine Jing is fine. My father drove away the concubine and said we would deal with it tomorrow when we go to court." It was already late at night when Yi Chenyu returned to Huanqing Palace from Lianchenxuan, holding Sima Duran's hand.
Sitting next to her, he warmed his mother with the body temperature and clean eyes of a child.
Sima Duran lowered his head, sighed and hugged Yi Chenyu into his lap: "Yu'er, your Seventh Emperor brother is leaving. In the future, no one will fight for you or stand up for you. You have to be more careful.
Do you understand?"
"Are the seventh emperor brothers going to be sent to Zhao Kingdom by their father? Why not send the other emperor brothers?" Yi Chenyu pouted, thought for a moment, raised the back of his hand and rubbed his eyes. After being silent for a long time, Yi Chenyu
Chen Yu sniffed and gently pillowed his head
On Sima Duran's arm: "Mother, why do they bully Concubine Jing? I know that those things were definitely not done by Concubine Jing. Concubine Jing and the Seventh Emperor's brother are both good people. Doesn't the father also know that?
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"As a king, there are too many things you have no control over. You will understand when you grow up. Yu'er, remember, you must never show yourself in front of others in the future. If people ask you questions, you must pretend to be stupid. If they ask you questions, you must pretend to be stupid.
If they scold you and beat you, just run away and don't think about going back for revenge. Only in this way can you not be bullied and not be like Jing'er."
Yi Chenyu didn't seem to understand, but still nodded obediently, and then fell asleep peacefully in Sima Dulan's arms.
Sima Tulan held her overly sensible son in her arms and moved her empty eyes towards the candlelight. Through the swaying light, she seemed to see Yi Huaiyu's eyes again. They were once bright, but now they are dim. They were once fearless, but now they are looking away.
tail.
The emperor is the emperor of the world, not the emperor of one person.
Perhaps, as an emperor, you shouldn't take the love of your children too seriously at all.
In the morning of the next day, all the civil and military officials gathered together. Even the princes who did not need to attend court were brought to the court. Yi Huaiyu's face was dull and showed no expression, like a cold stone statue sitting in the imperial chair.
None of the ministers in the hall spoke. They all stood respectfully, with their ears perked up, waiting for some long-awaited announcement.
"The assassination of the Huanqing Palace remains unresolved, and the people in the harem are in panic all day long. I ordered the imperial guards to conduct a strict investigation, and finally found out that the assassin and Lianchenxuan are inextricably linked." The words "Lianchenxuan" came out of Yi Huai's mouth.
Yu felt a slight pain in his heart, paused, and then continued, "Although there is not enough evidence to prove that Concubine Jing is the mastermind behind the scenes, I don't want to see the former court and the harem arguing over this, so I will grant your wish-"
The slightly angry words suddenly stopped at the tip of his mouth.
Yi Huaiyu thought he could say those words without hesitation. When his eyes met Yi Chenjing, who was standing quietly, the innocent look in her eyes made him panic.
"I...I have decided to remove the title of imperial concubine and put her in the cold palace. In addition, as punishment and to quell the chaos on the border, the seventh prince will be sent to Zhao Kingdom as a hostage."
Avoiding Yi Chenjing's gaze, Yi Huaiyu finally spoke cruelly.
The quiet court erupted into bursts of discussion. Some people exchanged triumphant glances, and some looked at each other in shock. Yi Chenjing, who was only half the height of Yi Huaiyu, turned pale in an instant and stared blankly at the man on the imperial chair who had been working so hard.
The chasing figure.
Yi Huaiyu could naturally feel such unbelievable and hurt eyes. He just didn't dare to look at his own flesh and blood. He had been too far away from Yi Chenjing for many years to protect him, and now he had to take Yi Chenjing away before fulfilling his responsibilities as a father.
Chen Jing was sent to a more difficult place, and even if Su Shiyun didn't blame him, he still couldn't let go.
"You must stay in the palace. If you and Jing'er leave together, some people will definitely suspect that I am taking the opportunity to accommodate you mother and son, and it will only be more dangerous."
"So...you want Jing'er to stay alone in a foreign country?"
"I have no choice but to..."
"Yes, you have been forced to do so for so many years."
Recalling the conversation last night, Su Shiyun's disappointed tone was still in his ears. Yi Huaiyu, who should have been happy that the most urgent problem was solved, did not feel relaxed at all. From issuing the imperial edict to retreating from the court and then walking back to the imperial study room in confusion, Yi Huaiyu was in a state of confusion.
I don’t know how much fatigue I left behind on the road.
"Father."
When he was called back to consciousness by a low voice, he was already slumped in the chair in the royal study room. Standing in the study room was Yi Chenjing, his small body upright, and his facial features and posture were very much like his childhood appearance.
Yi Huaiyu forced out a smile and waved: "Jing'er, come here and let father take a closer look."
Yi Chenjing hesitated for a moment and walked timidly in front of Yi Huaiyu. There was no resentment in his clear eyes, but there was a hint of disappointment like Su Shiyun. Yi Huaiyu felt distressed, very painful, but all he could do was hug him
Yi Chenjing, pressed tightly against her delicate little forehead.
"Jing'er, do you hate your father?" When she spoke, her voice was hoarse and heavy.
After a moment of silence, Yi Chenjing shook his head, stretched out his slender arms to wrap around Yi Huaiyu's neck, and gently pressed his cold face against the side of his thin face.
"My son is willing to share my father's worries. I just ask my father to protect my mother and never let her be sad again."
How to make Su Shiyun no longer sad? Yi Huaiyu didn't know who to ask for advice on this question, and for a moment he even had the absurd idea of asking Shen Junfang what he should do to be worthy of the two people he loved so much.