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Gu Chun has a greedy and lazy temperament, and she will never get herself into trouble unless she is forced to do so.
And the weird atmosphere in the palace tonight is a sign of big trouble.
She pursed her lips and shook her head at Li Chongyan, meaning that she would not follow him in.
Li Chongyan glanced at her helplessly, but did not force her. He just raised his finger and pointed at the roof to express her peace of mind.
Gu Chun nodded understandingly, knowing that he meant that Feng Xingye was protecting her in the dark, so that she didn't have to be afraid.
She waved to Li Chongyan, turned around and saw a small table and chairs for resting next to the brazier in the corner, so she slipped over and sat down to warm up by the fire.
Li Chongyan smiled, shook his head, and walked into the dormitory.
He insisted on taking Gu Chun with him on this trip just to ensure her safety; he did not intend to let her have any part in the troubles behind this trip. He would just take care of it anyway.
The furnishings in the palace are all simple and within the regulations, and are not overly luxurious. Entering the inner hall and walking around the screen, you will find the emperor's dragon couch.
On the dragon couch carved from agarwood with auspicious cloud patterns, sat His Majesty, the Guanghua Emperor of the Jin Dynasty, who had been ill for a long time.
Li Chongyan bowed to him in an extremely perfunctory manner, and without waiting for him to say anything, he sat directly on a chair nearby, calmly looked at his weak and terminally ill appearance, and said softly: "Your Majesty, what advice do you have?"
In the inner hall brightly lit by long candles, Emperor Guanghua¡¯s slightly turbid eyes were a little disappointed: "Can't you go home as a ceremony?"
Perhaps due to a long illness, his out-of-breath voice sounded particularly weak in the empty dormitory, and there was a hint of begging for mercy.
Li Chongyan chuckled coldly: "His Majesty said it before, all you need is for me to fulfill my duty as a minister."
Emperor Guanghua slowly closed his eyelids and smiled bitterly, but was speechless.
When Chongyi Siling died, he ordered the eleven-year-old Li Chongyan to be placed in the eldest princess' mansion. The queen remonstrated, saying that this move would weaken the relationship between father and son.
At that time, Emperor Guanghua was dismissive and said, "I only need him to fulfill his duties as a minister in the future, so what if I lose his son?"
Who would have thought it would turn out to be a prophecy.
Back then, he looked down upon this son.
Li Chongyan¡¯s mother¡¯s family had no power in the court. When he was young, he was neither outstanding in aptitude nor temperament. He was the kind of child who made no mistakes at all, but had no outstanding demeanor.
In the eyes of Emperor Guanghua at that time, this son was not as transparent and intelligent as the second eldest brother Li Chongheng, nor was he as sweet-tongued and lovable as the fifth eldest son Li Chongxuan. He was really like a piece of chicken.
But now, many years later, after he was trapped in the palace for a long time, he suddenly discovered that maybe this son was the only one who truly regarded him as his father in his heart, not just "Your Majesty".
It¡¯s a pity that now, it¡¯s just ¡°Your Majesty¡±.
Or maybe, he is not even "Your Majesty", but just the dead old man in the palace.
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The bored Gu Chun lay lazily on the small table in the corner with his eyes closed, next to a small brazier burning charcoal.
My whole body was warm, my mind was full of imagination, and I felt a little sleepy.
I don¡¯t know how long it took, but a familiar scent approached, and she suddenly opened her eyes, and what she saw was Li Chongyan¡¯s smiling face.
Gu Chun rubbed his eyes, hid a slight yawn, stood up, shook the hem of his clothes, and asked silently with his lips: "Can you go?"
Li Chongyan nodded, took her hand, walked back to the small side door, exited the palace as quietly as he came, and disappeared into the night.
The accompanying carriage is parked about a mile away from here, so you have to walk there.
Gu Chun looked up at the sky and murmured tiredly: "Is it midnight yet?"
From the time of Zhengxu to the time of Zi, Li Chongyan and His Majesty actually talked for a full hour and a half.
"Are you sleepy?" Li Chongyan turned to look at her with a smile.
Gu Chun hugged his arm and shook it, smiling coquettishly: "Will you carry me over there?"
"OK."
She was just joking casually, but she didn't expect Li Chongyan to squat down without hesitation. She was stunned for a moment, but when she saw him turning around to urge her, she stopped being polite and threw herself on his back, putting her arms on his shoulders.
On a freezing cold night, on the secret path outside the palace, His Royal Highness Prince Ding was carrying his wife on his back, walking further and further away from the palace, which looked slightly lonely in the night.
Gu Chun lay on that broad and strong back and suddenly kissed him on the face.
?? Li ? was flatteredAfter looking back, Shiwei committed suicide.
This past incident is known to the whole country, but Li Chongyan has always had doubts.
According to the records of the Ministry of War, although Gu Shiwei was not a top general with outstanding talents, he went from being a small captain of ten to guarding the city of Xiangcheng, the gateway to Yuanzhou. A general who knows nothing.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? A general with battlefield experience, suddenly puts down the city he is guarding when the enemy is facing, and leads the army to Lishui City. He can¡¯t suddenly want to go sightseeing in Lishui City, right?
¡°But after all, more than ten years have passed since this incident. Feng Xingye¡¯s people have made many inquiries before, but they have never found any useful evidence.
Just now in the old man¡¯s bedroom, Li Chongyan asked directly¡ª¡ª
"Gu Shiwei was actually yours back then, right?"
Perhaps because he was about to die, Emperor Guanghua, who had been secretive about what happened in Yuanzhou for many years, finally nodded.
So, everything makes sense.
At that time, Emperor Guanghua¡¯s real power was on the verge of being emptied out, and Gu Shiwei was one of his few cronies in the military.
Someone tricked Emperor Guanghua into getting the news that the enemy would attack Lishui City first. Emperor Guanghua, who had never led an army before, slapped his forehead and secretly ordered Gu Shiwei to rush to Lishui City. The loyal Gu Shi After receiving the secret order, Wei immediately led his troops to Lishui City.
It turned out to be just a trap.
Who spread the news? Emperor Guanghua could not explain clearly. No one is sure whether Gu Shiwei committed suicide out of fear of crime or was killed.
But the only thing that is certain is that if we want to trace the origin, Gu Shiwei was the one who bore the name of "traitor" on behalf of Emperor Guanghua.
"I will make them pay you back everything they owe you to the Gu family."
Li Chongyan solemnly promised, but he did not dare to raise his eyes to look at the person in front of him. He could only hold those soft little hands tightly.
He didn¡¯t know how Gu Chun would react after hearing this.
" Gu Shiwei's infamy has been the deepest knot in Gu Chun's heart for more than ten years.
There was hot liquid flowing from top to bottom, and big drops hit the back of Li Chongyan's hand.
One after another, they hit him until his heart and soul were shattered, and his mind was filled with whiteness like tearing cotton wool.
He used the greatest courage in his life to raise his head and saw that her face was expressionless and motionless as if frozen, with only continuous tears rolling down silently.
"Rongrong," he felt as if a ball of water-saturated cotton was stuffed in his throat. God knows how much effort he used to make a weak voice, "talk to me, whatever you say is fine."
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