Luan Feng Lai Yi(37)

What do Taisun’s words mean?

The Hua family was guilty back then, but the crime did not lead to the confiscation of the family and the annihilation of the family.

Qi Wei may have many faults, but if the emperor did not fall into the trap, why did Liangzhou fall into the hands of Beikang?

By the same token, if the emperor had not fallen into the trap, how could Nanjing have suffered so many years of humiliation, marrying a princess in exchange for peace, and giving away a proton for stability.

Thinking about the compromises made over the years, many people couldn't help but cursed the word "foolish" in their hearts!

When this thought flashed through their minds, these people couldn't help but be frightened. The grandson didn't say anything, but he really said everything. He just pointed at the emperor and scolded the emperor in front of the courtiers.

I'm afraid it's going to change color today.

The morning session ended with Emperor Xuanping coughing violently.

"It seems... I really can't keep it." Emperor Xuanping fell on the couch and loosened the buttons on his collar, "I really can't keep it."

Feng Qian'en was shocked when he heard this, so he pretended not to hear, brought hot tea and asked: "What did your Majesty say... I'm distracted... What are your orders?"

Old thing! The older you live, the smoother you become.

Emperor Xuanping chuckled and said clearly: "Listen carefully to me. I say you can't stay."

No matter who you want to kill, they are all your own flesh and blood!

Feng Qianen's Adam's apple rolled, and he knelt down with a pop: "Your Majesty, you..."

"You want to say love?" Emperor Xuanping sat up and said, "Can't you see it yet? That boy is not like his father, but more like me when I was young. Think about it, if I had been with Taisun Yi back then,

What will I do if I am in this place?"

Feng Qianen's eyes twitched before he said: "But the position in the East Palace must not be touched lightly..."

"Who said I was going to move the East Palace?" Emperor Xuanping smiled, "The East Palace is still the East Palace, and the prince is still the prince. It's just that the grandson..."

Grandson?

Are you going to destroy your great-grandson?

"But Taisun has made great contributions to the imperial court." Feng Qianen said in a low voice: "For this kind of thing, should I ask Taishi Yin?"

he?

"Forget it." Emperor Xuanping waved his hand: "Don't disturb him. You will have a way, right?"

Before Feng Qianen could speak, someone outside reported: "Concubine Chen is kneeling outside Zhengyang Palace, begging to see the emperor."

Mrs. Chen!

"Call in." Emperor Xuanping lay down again, closing his eyes and waiting.

Mrs. Chen knelt down when she came in: "I have heard about what happened in the previous dynasty."

Emperor Xuanping said ‘hmm’: “You’re here for Anqing?”

Mrs. Chen lowered his head, "Yes! This concubine is my only evildoer. Whether it is good or bad, I will appoint you. I made all the mistakes, and they are all my fault. I did not teach my daughter well, and I have embarrassed your majesty."

No matter how you punish me, I will admit it. I just ask Your Majesty to show mercy and spare Anqing's life..." As she said this, her tears came down, "Anqing's life is hard. Your Majesty, you should know it."

If the queen hadn't been holding her back, she would have gotten married and had children long ago. The children of girls her age have already reached school age.

If everything had gone well, she would have been living happily with the consort and her husband in the princess's mansion.

How could you be led to the wrong path?

Emperor Xuanping's eyelids slowly lifted up: "Anqing is your daughter, and she is also my daughter. If she doesn't live up to expectations, my face will be completely disgraced by her."

Concubine Chen kowtowed loudly: "Your Majesty, have mercy."

"Get up." Emperor Xuanping glanced at Feng Qian'en thoughtfully, "Go and help your lady up, and send her back to the palace first. I want to have a good quiet time... I will talk about Anqing's affairs later..."

Concubine Chen pressed her forehead to the ground, her face turned pale: What does this mean, Your Majesty?

Feng Qian'en helped Concubine Chen to stand up with a smile: "Your Majesty, go out and talk. If you tell me to my slave, I'll be free. If I tell you to your Majesty, it's the same thing."

Concubine Chen was angry: She was talking to her own man and the father of her child. Are you talking to me? Is that okay?

Feng Qianen's face was respectful, but his hands were strong, and he half-pulled Concubine Chen out of the main hall.

When they got outside, Concubine Chen threw Feng Qianen away and said, "I won't bother Eunuch Feng anymore."

"Your Majesty, wait a minute." Feng Qianen stopped Concubine Chen and asked in a low voice: "My Majesty, our fate must have been more than twenty years ago."

Back then, there were so many women watching the goddess, but he chose her for the emperor.

Many people who saw clearly the appearance and miracles of the goddess died one after another due to various accidents in the following years. The only one alive was Concubine Chen.

"Speaking of which, this slave should be regarded as the empress's benefactor." Feng Qian'en said.

Concubine Chen took a deep breath. All the girls and women who accompanied her when she went out were dead. They either fell into the water or got strange diseases, and soon they were gone. She had checked secretly, and of course she knew they were dead.

How many people? In fact, none of these people noticed anything strange. Now that she mentioned this matter again, Concubine Chen shuddered hard: "What on earth do you want to say?"

Feng Qianen whispered: "The empress hates the queen?"

Concubine Chen pursed her lips and sneered softly. From the miscarriage of the male fetus to the delay in Anqing's flower letter, it was not all the Queen's fault. She lowered her head and said: "I don't dare!"

It's because I don't dare, not because I don't hate it.

Feng Qian'en actually really admired Concubine Chen. She was one of those people who seldom pretended to be in the palace. Either she was as indifferent as a shadow sinking into the harem, without the slightest sense of existence. Or that was the case, and she hated her so thoroughly.

He said: "The emperor is quite dissatisfied with the grandson, as you know."

Concubine Chen was stunned and turned to look at Feng Qianen, as if waiting for his accurate words.

But this man smiled: "You go slowly, I won't send you away."

Concubine Chen came back with a lot of worries, then she went into the Buddhist hall and knelt down silently, wondering what the words meant.

The emperor's dissatisfaction with his grandson is nothing new. Perhaps from Feng Qianen's words, it can only be said that the emperor's dissatisfaction with his grandson has reached its peak...

Thinking of this, she was stunned for a moment: The emperor's dissatisfaction with his grandson may have reached an intolerable level.

What happens after you can’t tolerate it?

This thought really frightened her: it cannot be tolerated, and as an emperor, there is no need to tolerate it.

So what will happen to the grandson?

Destroyed!?

Concubine Chen stood up and said, "That's it."

If the prince is not deposed, the East Palace will still be stable. There will be no need to shake the foundation of the country.

But in fact, without this grandson, the East Palace will fall into dust in an instant.

But if it’s useless, it’s useless. Why are you telling yourself this?

In the Buddhist hall, she kept wandering in front of the Buddha, and then slowly stopped: "Yes. How can we abolish it if there is no reason? Of course, you can always find a reason. Why bother trying to incriminate yourself?

No excuses? But...anyone can get involved in this matter, except the emperor." The emperor must be upright.

Thinking of this, a layer of sweat formed on her head.

Opening the window, the cold wind blew over, bringing with it the chill of winter.

You have to be the knife that stabs the grandson, and you have to do something to defeat the shield in front of the emperor. Only in this way will the emperor spare Anqing's life.

Concubine Chen closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks: You beast!

He was also the father of Anqing, but he made a deal with his own daughter's life as a mother.

Should we do this? Or should we not do it?

For me, it seems that there is no second option.

"Is there really no second option?" Lin Pingzhang looked at Lin Yutong: "Does it have to be like this?"

Lin Yutong looked at him quietly: "You have a second option, for example, pretending not to know anything. I will take care of everything else."

Lin Pingzhang took a deep breath, and then sighed: "He... is my father..."

"So, I won't kill the king or my relatives." Lin Yutong was very considerate. She comforted Lin Pingzhang like this. If this can be considered a kind of comfort.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Lin Pingzhang's eyes: That's right! She didn't kill the king or her relatives, she just wanted to force him into the palace...that's all.

To her, it seemed as simple as that.

"Don't think of him so simply." Lin Pingzhang pointed to the stool and asked Lin Yutong to sit down. "Many people think that he is a faint king, but after so many years, the throne is still stable. This is not without reason."

Lin Yutong did not sit down, but only said: "Father, I am not sure, the child will not put himself in danger easily." After saying that, he leaned forward: "Father, rest in peace, the child will go to work."

When Lin Yutong went out, Li Changzhi helped the prince: "Have a rest, Your Highness. You didn't sleep a wink last night."

Lin Pingzhang waved his hand: "Can Gu ask a child of her to bear such a crime? No matter what the reason is, forced uterus is not a good reputation. It's better... Gu will do it."

"Your Highness!" Li Changzhi knelt down and said, "Your Highness, think twice! Your Majesty the Grandson missed it, and the East Palace is still there. But if it were you... we wouldn't even have a chance to make a comeback."

Lin Pingzhang shook his head: "Without her grandson, do you think there is anything left in the East Palace?"

Li Changzhi was stunned for a moment, then slowly lowered his head and responded in a low voice: "Yes!"

"Bring me the cold handkerchief." Lin Pingzhang cheered up, wiped his face with the cold handkerchief, and sent out several groups of people.
To be continued...