Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1842

After all, there is no evidence.

Cen Yuan remained silent, his mind flashing with the image of the young man who brought an umbrella to Cen Mian in the rain, and the young man who waited outside the palace gate for several hours on a snowy day.

Every time the palace gate opened, the young man would come forward and shout, "Fourth brother! You finally came out!"

When he saw that it was Emperor Heng who left the palace wearing Cen Mian's clothes, a look of disappointment flashed across his face, and then he put on a respectful look.

Cen Yuan thought about this and suddenly understood, "Xia'er, you are right to remind me, Cen Che hates me..."

In the middle of the river, another boat was also moving slowly.

In the cabin, Cen Che lay on the couch, unable to fall asleep.

A voice echoed in his mind, "Che'er, take the inkstone given by the emperor and use it."

"Che'er, the emperor gave me some silver, you can use it."

"Che'er, the emperor is going to Xiading Mountain tomorrow, you can go with him. I'll tell him, and he'll agree."

"Che'er, don't go against big brother. It's no good. If you get into trouble, I won't be able to protect you."

Cen Che's ears were filled with his fourth brother's voice, and he gradually fell asleep.

In the dream, the young man was wearing an imperial robe and standing under peach blossoms.

With just one glance, he could tell that the man wearing the imperial robe was not Emperor Heng. He ran over with a smile and said, "Fourth brother, if you wear this, you'll get beheaded."

Cen Mian smiled, "Do I look like the emperor to you?"

"Similar." Cen Che said proudly, "But I can still tell them apart at a glance."

Cen Mian rubbed his head and said, "Don't tell anyone, this is a secret."

Cen Che, however, always felt that it was not a good thing for his fourth brother to wear the dragon robe. He pulled his hand and begged him to take it off. "It will bring bad luck! I heard that ordinary people cannot bear the majesty of the emperor. Wearing the dragon robe carelessly will shorten your life."

Cen Mian didn't believe it. "Where did you hear that nonsense? The emperor asked me to wear it. I will stay in the palace tonight, and the emperor will stay in my room. You must not reveal the truth."

Cen Che was unhappy, but he didn't say anything.

In the dream, the scene changed and flames shot up into the sky.

Emperor Heng's palace was reduced to ashes.

Cen Che woke up from his dream with tears all over his face.

He sat up, his chest heaving violently.

The maid Simian came over to light the candle and poured a cup of hot tea for him, "Master, you are having a nightmare again."

Cen Che finished a whole cup of hot tea, but he still felt thirsty. The fire in his dream seemed to have melted him.

He buried his head in his hands and muttered, "I told you, wearing that kind of clothes will shorten your life, but you didn't listen."

Simian was already used to it and patted him on the back.

Cen Che's tears dripped through his fingers, "It's all right now, he's dead too. He deserved to die! Fourth brother died for him!"

The next day, Cen Che returned to being the gentle and elegant gentleman he once was.

With the title of the young master of Xie family, he went to the official carriage and horse shop in Gongcheng to rent a carriage, and happened to meet Shi Chengyi who also came to rent a carriage.

The shopkeeper said to Shi Chengyi in great embarrassment, "It's snowing heavily now, and boats can't pass through. Everyone has switched from water to land. All the carriages in the carriage and horse company have been sent out."

He pointed at Cen Che and said, "Mr. Xie has bought all the remaining carriages. Why don't you ask him to allocate a few to you?"