Jiuhuai

He presented the file with both hands, and stood respectfully on the side of the bookshelf. The young emperor's long hair was untied, his hair was cut obliquely, and he was seriously drawing a picture with his sleeves rolled up.

"I heard you have a younger brother."

The emperor suppressed his cough and waved his hand to signal him to put the document on the table. He was startled for a moment, took a step forward and placed it carefully on the table, and then said seriously.

"Yes."

"What kind of person is he?"

"Chendi has a stubborn and perverse personality, and is not very calm."

He raised his eyes slightly to look at the emperor, who was absent-minded and thoughtful, seeming to have listened but not listening.

"You are good at swordsmanship, and he must be good too. You might as well bring it to me someday."

Hearing the other party's words, he was a little hard to speak, and he said in a deep voice after a while.

"It's gone."

"That's it... I made a mistake."

Ying Chen made the last stroke, and said slightly apologetically.From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the picture scroll made by the emperor. On it was a handsome man dressed in dark purple cloud patterns. The man's eyes were closed and he was holding a long sword. He knew who it was, and his gaze also sank. Shen.

"Have you found any clues in Jiuhuai?"

"The Liu family Liu Qing, who was implicated in the case of King Jingning, joined Jiuhuai for unknown reasons, and Wei Jun once pretended to be the minister of King Jingning's affair to take the opportunity to garrison troops."

He told the truth about what he knew, but the emperor smiled helplessly.

"I knew it."

Ying Chen sighed softly, covered his mouth and coughed again, and after a while he frowned slightly and said.

"The leader of Jiuhuai has a deep heart and seems to have planned it for a long time, but do you know who he is?"

"The leader has always done things in a tight-knit way, and never showed up at the headquarters." He said softly, paused, as if he had thought of something, "Jiuhuai Zunjia once mentioned that he seems to have a lot of connections with the national teacher and Emperor Anyi."

Ying Chen's expression changed, his eyes were suddenly as cold as ice, he raised his chin slightly to let him continue to speak, he lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment and still hesitated.

"I... also heard that King Jingning is still alive, and the one who died back then was just a substitute."

The emperor was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound, and there was a moment of sadness on his pale face. He looked down at the picture scroll and said slowly.

"It's just a rumor."

He kept silent, but seeing the emperor looking at the person in the painting with soft and yearning eyes, Gu Zi murmured, "It's unbelievable."

"The captured person is blind?!"

He stood up abruptly, bumping Jun Chenyan who was standing beside him, and the little guard who went to the hall to report trembled in fright, and said "yes" without confidence.

"Get out! Get out of here!" His face was flushed, and he coughed violently while leaning on the table. Jun Chenyan still had a cold face, but he patted him on the back.

Seeing that the guard retreated, Ying Chen threw Jun Chenyan away, and made a gesture to rush out of the hall. Jun Chenyan stood calmly, and said coldly, "What are you going to do?"

"I want to interrogate him personally!" Ying Chen pushed open the palace door, only to see the little guard running back in a panic. He coughed and frowned.

"Tell me what's going on!"

Xu Shi had never seen such an emperor before, so he knelt down in fright on the spot, stammering tremblingly.

"King Jingning committed suicide on the way back..."

To the guard's surprise, the emperor's roar did not come from above his head. He raised his eyes carefully, but saw the other party's eyes closed in pain, and his body swayed and fell down suddenly.

"emperor--!"

In the hall, Jun Chenyan, who had been watching calmly and calmly from the sidelines, finally panicked when he saw this scene. He rushed over madly and pushed the guard away, roaring furiously.

"Don't go to the doctor yet!!"

Jun Chenyan hesitated for a moment, but still pushed open the door of the palace, Ying Chen did not lift his eyelids, and carefully reviewed the documents, he walked forward and said in a deep voice.

"King Changle once hid an old department of King Jingning, named Changrong."

"And then." Ying Chen spoke in a nonchalant tone, but suddenly noticed a document requesting a retrial of King Jingning's case, and subconsciously glanced at the person above him, who was Tang Mingxiao, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.His breath was stagnant, and he quickly glanced at the time, it was already three months ago.

"Why is Tang Mingxiao's recent notebook gone?"

Ying Chen said calmly, still unwilling to look at Jun Chenyan's face and lowered his head.

"When a person dies, no one in the family survives."

"How long ago?" Ying Chen frowned when he heard the sound, his voice was faintly angry, Jun Chenyan half-closed his eyebrows, and spoke in a nonchalant manner.

"Three months ago."

"My true identity is Ming Xiao, the servant of King Jingning."

Ying Chen's body trembled violently, but he remembered that outspoken, cheerful and lively young man. He said hello three times in a row, grabbed the inkstone and threw it at Jun Chenyan. The brocade draped on his body also fell to the ground, and his hair was covered with silver threads like a waterfall. He just looked down at the corner of his clothes stained by splashed ink, and stood silently with a calm face.

"How many things are you hiding from me!" Ying Chen hissed, suffocating from the pain in his heart, he fell down and sat back panting heavily, Jun Chenyan's eyes dimmed instantly when Jun Chenyan saw this, he opened his mouth slightly, but He hesitated, pondered for a moment, and suppressed the news that the man wanted to hear the most.

"There is no other business for the time being, the minister will leave first."

Jun Chenyan nodded respectfully, leaned over to pick up the brocade on the ground, and then turned away. When Ying Chen heard that the man was leaving, he raised his eyes to look at the other's back. looked at him.

He was still angry, so he shouldn't have noticed it, but he could still see the sadness in Jun Chenyan's eyes.

The door of the heavy palace was slowly closed, and the man's cold face disappeared in the light. Ying Chen frantically waved his sleeves and swept the memorial on the table to the ground.