Wang Xian slept for a long time and had countless dreams. Some of the dreams were about Lin San, and some were about other relatives of his, such as Lin Qing'er, his parents and sisters, Baoyin, Xiao Lian, Xu Miaojin, and others.
There are Wu Weierhei and others. In every dream, the people who appear are different, but the result of every dream is the same - ending in their tragic death...
Wang Xian wanted to cry every time, but in the dark world, he could not make any sound even with his mouth wide open, let alone see or hear!
Until his heart was devoured by boundless pain and loneliness, and there was not much left left, Wang Xian was finally able to hear some sounds...
He heard senior brothers Xinyu and Xinci discussing his injury. He knew that because he was wearing the golden silk armor that King Zhao gave to his grandson, Tang Saier's hateful knife did not pierce his own body.
body. But the impact was too great, breaking two of his ribs and severely damaging his internal organs, which is why he was unconscious for so long...
He also heard them say that Zhu Di did not blame his grandson for anything, and even issued a hush-hush order to prevent outsiders from telling what happened that day. Although Wang Xian didn't know what the emperor was thinking, it was not a bad thing anyway...
He also heard that Zhu Zhanji would come here several times every day, but he never spoke, he would just sit in front of his bed for a while and then leave.
When Wang Xianneng opened his eyes, Zhu Zhanji came again. Seeing that he finally woke up, His Highness Taisun smiled: "I knew that you would definitely not die if the disaster lasted for thousands of years."
"I have a long life..." Wang Xian smiled weakly.
Zhu Zhanji sat beside his bed, watching Wang Xian finally able to open his eyes and speak again. He sighed with relief: "It's good, it's good to be alive..."
"Are you talking about me or you?" It is impossible to keep Wang Xian's words from being mean.
"Of course it's us." Zhu Zhanji's mentality returned to its former peace, as if the devil had never appeared that day. There is no need to pretend, because there is a devil living in everyone's heart. This devil
He will not show up easily until he is out of anger.
The two of them sat and lay down quietly and stopped talking for a while. They were both smart people who decided not to mention what happened that day in a tacit understanding, because if they mentioned it, it would definitely hurt their feelings, so it was better to just ignore it.
It happened... As for whether we can really pretend it didn't happen (, no one can know...
The autumn wind blew in through the crack of the ajar door and hit Wang Xian's face with a chill.
"When was it?" Wang Xian returned to reality and suddenly remembered the current situation, and asked hurriedly: "How many days have I been unconscious?!"
"Ten days." Zhu Zhanji sighed: "It's been ten days."
"It's too late!" Wang Xian's expression changed. As he spoke, he wanted to sit up and pull at the injured area. The pain made him sweat profusely and he couldn't move immediately.
"Why is it too late?" Zhu Zhanji hurriedly helped Wang Xian lie down.
"Zhenjiang! Zhenjiang!" Wang Xian grabbed Zhu Zhanji's arm and asked urgently: "Has the emperor sent troops?!"
Zhu Zhanji shook his head and sighed: "Grandpa Huang said that when brothers fight, it depends on their own abilities. You can't rely on me for help..."
"What nonsense is this!" Wang Xian was furious: "He appointed the crown prince! He doesn't care who cares?!"
"Hey!" Zhu Zhanji has been very depressed these days. How else could he come to Wang Xian's place and sit there all day? But his grandfather, Emperor Yongle, was a stickler for every spit and nail. No matter what he asked for,
, Zhu Di didn't let go. He was tired of being pestered, so he had someone kick him out...
"I want to go back to Jiangnan and die with my father," Zhu Zhanji's eyes were red and he clenched his fist tightly: "The emperor also firmly refused, saying that the prince and grandson cannot die together, and one must be left as the heir..."
Just listening to the retelling made Wang Xian faint with anger, let alone Zhu Zhanji who heard it with his own ears. After a while, Wang Xian regained his composure and said slowly: "Is it possible that the emperor has sent troops behind his back?"
No matter what Xian thought, he felt that it was impossible for Zhu Di to let the prince be defeated!
"Looking through history books, there is no such emperor throughout the ages," Wang Xian frowned and said, "Even if you want to test the prince, you can't watch him die!" He lowered his voice and said, "The emperor simply cannot bear the consequences!
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"Yes." Zhu Zhanji didn't know that if his second uncle wins, it will be a revolution in the Xuanwu Sect! If his grandpa doesn't want to be Li Yuan then, he won't be able to do it. "But," Zhu Zhanji said dejectedly
: "I asked Marquis Yang Wu and the others to help check, and there is no sign of the army being mobilized in the Ming Dynasty."
"Then what does the emperor have to rely on?" Wang Xian thought hard and was puzzled.
"Then if you want to know, just ask yourself." Zhu Zhanji said.
"I would like to ask, but the emperor also has to see me." Wang Xian rolled his eyes.
"The emperor has a decree," Zhu Zhanji said seriously: "As soon as you wake up, I will take you to see the driver."
"I'll wake up now..."
"So go now."
"But I," Wang Xian said with a wry smile, "can't even get out of bed."
"I'll carry you over." Zhu Zhanji said seriously.
"No need?" Wang Xian was stunned for a while, what a big deal, still showing off like this.
"The imperial edict is like heaven and must be obeyed." Zhu Zhanji said solemnly: "When someone comes, be prepared to raise your authority!"
"Seriously..." Wang Xian never thought that one day he would lie down to see the emperor.
Zhu Zhanji then ordered the palace maids to wash Wang Xian's face, brush his teeth, change clothes, and dress him up. Then four strong eunuchs directly lifted the bed board and took Wang Xian out.
In the yard, a carriage has been prepared. The so-called carriage is just a chair with two sedan poles added. It can be said to be an extremely simplified version of the sedan. Of course, Zhu Zhanji can prepare a more comfortable sedan for Wang Xian.
But this is a meeting with the emperor. Being able to ride in the simplest carriage is already a sign of great favor from the emperor.
The eunuchs carefully lifted Wang Xian up and were about to put him on the chair. Zhu Zhanji looked at the hard chair surface, but frowned and said: "Make the quilt first." This was within the rules, so the eunuchs naturally obeyed the order and hurriedly
He put a quilt on the bearer and then carefully put Wang Xian on the chair.
"How is it?" Zhu Zhanji asked with concern: "Can you still bear it?"
Wang Xian suffered a serious injury and could barely feel it if he didn't move. However, he would not be stupid enough to say, "It's nothing wrong with me." He just nodded with a strong look on his face... This is his normal state. A small official and
The son of a shrew, his cleverness is soaked in his blood. As for those crazy moments, they are not the norm, not the norm.
"Say it anytime if you can't bear it." Zhu Zhanji warned again and then told the young eunuch: "Lift it slowly and be careful."
The little eunuchs nodded quickly, then slowly lifted the sedan at a speed similar to that of a slow-motion playback, and slowly walked forward.
"Don't be so exaggerated." Wang Xian said with a wry smile, thinking to himself: 'It's impossible to walk even in the dark.'
"Slow down, don't hurt the wound." Zhu Zhanji smiled and lowered his voice: "When you meet my grandpa Huang later, you should try your best to pretend to be half dead..."
"Do I still have to pretend?" Wang Xian rolled his eyes and said, "That's right."
"Then use more force." Zhu Zhanji said: "Grandpa Huang knows about your matter, so he may not punish you in any way." He said in a low voice: "Seeing you in such misery, I will definitely deal with you lightly.
Some, at least, don’t know how to serve them.”
Wang Xiandeng was immediately convinced. Did he know that Zhu Di, a bad-tempered emperor, governed a country as well as an army, and even if he didn't like the weak civil servants at all, he would immediately serve him with a stick and kill many of them.
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"Okay, don't worry too much." Zhu Zhanji whispered: "After all, you have contributed to the rescue, and my grandpa will not go unrewarded."
"The wind is also you, the rain is also you," Wang Xian glared at him gloomily: "Is it a reward or a punishment?"
"The biggest possibility is that the merits and demerits are equal to each other." Zhu Zhanji sighed and said: "It is a blessing, not a curse. It is a curse that cannot be avoided. Stop guessing."
"Yes." Wang Xian nodded, then looked around, looking at the red walls and yellow tiles around him, as well as the eunuchs and maids coming and going, he asked in a low voice: "Isn't this the Nanhaizi Palace here?"
"Nonsense, how many days have it been," Zhu Zhanji said with a smile, "I have returned to Beijing a long time ago. This is Xiyuan. Before the Forbidden City was completed, my grandpa Huang also lived here."
While talking, when he arrived in front of a palace gate, Zhu Zhanji whispered: "We're here, please behave yourself." After saying this, he looked solemn and no longer smiled.
The security inside and outside the emperor's palace was obviously strengthened. Not only were there guards with swords, but also Cheng Guo Gong Zhu Yong, who was wearing armor and carrying a sword on his waist, personally stood guard at the door of the palace.
After all, the emperor's life is precious. After Nan Haizi's narrow escape, the security of Zhu Di's palace was raised to the highest level. Duke Cheng Guo, Marquis Yangwu, and Marquis Anyuan took turns to take the lead and stand guard for the emperor.
"Your Majesty, Taisun, come to pay your respects to the Emperor?" Zhu Yong looked at Zhu Zhanji, nodded and smiled. After saying that, he saw Wang Xian sitting on the carriage, and the smile on his face became even brighter: "Thank God,
Master Wang finally woke up!"
Wang Xian slowly raised his hand, gave it a cursory bow, and said feebly: "Master, please forgive me for not being able to do the full ceremony."
"Hey! Why are you so polite, my brother!" Zhu Yong smiled kindly and said, "I should have let you in directly, but this is an unusual time, so I would like to ask my grandson to go and ask for instructions first."
"It should be." Zhu Zhanji nodded and went to the palace first.
Without his grandson, Zhu Yong came to Wang Xian, held his hand hard, and said with gratitude: "Brother, you are so kind! Thank you, brother!"
"Don't say anything," Wang Xian said with a smile, "It's just a matter of words, sir, don't take it to heart..."
"Brother..." The more he said this, the more moved Duke Cheng Guo was. His eye circles suddenly turned red. He squeezed Wang Xian's hand hard: "When we get back, we will have a good drink... I recognize you as my brother."
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Wang Xian smiled and said: "Then I'll call you big brother without any politeness."
"Hey, good brother!" Duke Cheng Guo said. He caught a glimpse of Taisun and Li Yan coming out from the corner of his eye. He quickly wiped away his tears and whispered: "Come in quickly..."