Yuezhaoyingan

The cold moon was in the sky, and the cool breeze was faint. Ling Yu stood under the cool moonlight, with his eyes downcast, without any rebuttal.

So what if the glory is not destroyed, the Ye family will eventually collapse.

Ye Lang's death was the death of the Ye family. The Jiang family's punishment accelerated and crushed this giant tree. When the dust settled, both the Jiang and Ye families were losers.

Ling Yu was still young at that time and hadn't participated in government affairs. At that time, he was thinking, what did Jiang Qi, who had been so happy with him, do wrong to make Emperor Cheng investigate Jiang's family just because of a servant? One day, he thought of it, it is futile to care about Jiang Qi's faults and goodness.

Since the founding of the Yuan Dynasty, no family has had such glory as the Ye family. The iron certificate of the alchemy handed down by the founding king has made great achievements in protecting the country in the past dynasties, with outstanding military achievements, and is highly respected in the court.These were never special to them, or they never realized they were.Whether it is power or status, they have never been arrogant, and they have forgotten to hide their meritorious deeds while acting frankly.

Perhaps this is what Emperor Cheng is really afraid of.

"After all, he is the king of a country, carrying the peace of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains." Ling Yu's words drifted in the night with the wind, as if he was confused or sighed.

"An Ning?" Ming Yu smiled desolately, "After Ye Lang's death, where is An Ning? He single-handedly planned to cut off the deep-rooted power of the Ye family. After all, Ye Lang's loyalty could not overcome his suspicion. He is just a madman."

Ling Yu looked at Ming Yu, and the compassion lingering in his heart did not make him forgive Ming Yu's mistake: "He is paying the price for this after all. But you shouldn't, you shouldn't involve Zhao'an, let alone use him as a bargaining chip. "

Ming Yu raised his tone and mocked: "What's wrong with me letting him avenge his father's killing!"

"No," Ling Yu shook his head, "You hate Jiang Qi, and it even extends to Zhao'an. You use Zhao'an to assassinate, but you want to torture everyone. He is Ye Zhixin's child. How can you treat him like this? Ye Lang."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Ming Yu laughed loudly as if he had heard some joke: "Ye Zhixin is in the blood of the Ye family. She is just an abandoned baby picked up by Ye Lang from the dead. She was supposed to be the successor of Tianxin Pavilion, because her Selfish and unwilling to take responsibility for herself, the Ye family loves her, Ye Lang also loves her, begging Emperor Cheng to give Jiang Qi a marriage, but what kind of result will it end in?"

Talking with a smile, tears flowed down Ming Yu's eyes.

At that time, Ye Lang was only in his twenties when he came to Tianxin Pavilion. In the drizzle, he picked up the shivering little girl who was punished to kneel in front of the Fengyue Hall, and swaggered towards the little girl with wanton and hearty laughter. The girl's master shouted: "Such a cute little girl, you don't care about it, others care about it." After saying that, he carried her away without hesitation, and the warmth from his solid body was engraved into Ming Yu's already cold heart. Even though the master still brought her back to Fengyue Division from Ye Mansion, even if she was just accompanied silently in the later days, it warmed the lonely nights that have been like a day for more than ten years.

During those short days in Ye Mansion, both Ye Lang and his younger sister Ye Xin treated her very well, that was the first time she felt the warmth of home.Sometimes looking at the guard who has been following Ye Xin with gentle eyebrows and eyes, she feels a little envy in her heart as a passer-by in Ye's mansion. She thinks that if she can always be by Ye Lang's side, she will also have such gentle eyes, just like Thousands of ordinary boys and girls are like the people they admire.

But now that person is no longer there.

Ming Yu raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and said in a hoarse voice: "Who is Jiang Qi? Emperor Cheng single-handedly supported him, and he wanted to use him to check and balance the nobles in Beijing, but he wanted to quit, just wanting to be fair and honest. Ye Lang thought about marrying Ye Zhixin, but he thought that if he was loyal, he would be able to impress that person, and if he didn't make mistakes, he would be able to protect the Ye family. However, he didn't want to, the more upright and magnanimous he was, the more fearful Ye family would be. Ridiculous. Why Ye Lang is dead, these culprits are still alive, they all deserve to die."

Seeing that the original bright face became distorted, Ling Yu was silent for a while, and said: "You are blinded by hatred, before the matter is over, you can't leave Shangqing Pavilion for half a step."

Imprisonment... Ming Yu's face was still full of tears, and he looked at the person in front of him provocatively with mocking eyes, and asked, "Aren't you going to kill me?"

The moonlight was reflected in Ling Yu's eyes, and he said firmly: "The order of the world cannot be solved by calculation and killing. He is the most powerful person in the country, but he is also the most pathetic person." , I'm not him, and I won't be him." Then he waved his hand to signal his subordinates to take Ming Yu down.

Ming Yu was stunned in place, and suddenly laughed idiotically, but the words he uttered were full of coldness: "You are still too soft-hearted, if you don't kill me today, you will regret it tomorrow."

Ling Yu stood there for a long time and said, "I only know that if I kill you, I will regret it from the moment you die."

The first thing Zhaoan did when he woke up and opened his eyes was to look for his saber, but he didn’t have it at hand, and his neck was still aching. Everything, the familiar bed curtain, the window reflecting the shadow of the bamboo forest, the desk made of mahogany, the inkstone with a corner missing by him, and the furnishings in the room are exactly the same as his room in the Prince's Mansion.

He returned to the Prince's Mansion...

Zhao'an touched his neck, which was still tingling, his head was a little confused, he seemed to have been knocked out, and he was a little flustered for a moment——Where is Your Highness?How is Your Highness?But he calmed down again. Since he returned to the Prince's Mansion, it should be His Highness's instruction. Thinking of this, his heart calmed down a little.

Zhao'an stood up and looked at the familiar everything in front of him, his heart suddenly felt sour, everything was in its original position, without even a trace of dust, as if he had never left, and when he opened the door, he still shouted "Your Highness, Your Highness" Keep chasing.

But the roughness on his hand that was worn out by the sword reminded him that the years of peace here did not belong to the seven years he left.

As soon as he opened the door, it was already bright outside, and there were two unfamiliar guards standing at the door, seeing him open the door, they stopped him and said, "My lord, please stay inside."

Zhaoan frowned, he was unarmed, he could only look at the two guards holding swords and asked, "What do you mean?" House arrest?

The guard dutifully said: "This is His Highness's order. Before His Highness returns, we cannot let you leave this room for half a step. If you need anything, please give me your orders."

Since it was Ling Yu's intention, Zhao'an couldn't do anything else, so he closed the door and went back to the house.

He had a lot of puzzles in his heart, but he couldn't figure it out, and he didn't let the door out. He simply lay back on the familiar bed alone, trying to relax. Since he was allowed to return to the Prince's Mansion, all There must be an explanation for everything, and he can't be left alone.

But according to An's mind, which has always been delicate and serious, he suppressed his thoughts for a moment, and then thought again: Who is it that the pavilion master asked him to kill together?Why did His Highness appear there?Does Pavilion Master Mingyu want to kill His Highness?

He frowned and recalled the previous situation. The only thing he was sure of was that there was a problem between the Pavilion Master and His Highness.

The guard at the middle door brought him a meal, but Zhao'an had no appetite, so he didn't move. He opened his eyes and watched the sun slant to the west, with too much puzzlement in his heart.

At this time, a servant came to report, saying: "Your Highness is back, please go to the front hall, Young Master."

Zhaoan opened the door and followed him to the front hall. The layout and scenery along the way were still familiar to him, but there were some more familiar faces among the servants waiting for the sweeper. There should be more people.

At this time, the servant who took him to the front hall was also unknown to him. He wanted to say that he knew the way to the front hall very well, and he didn't need someone to lead him.It's just that this respectful "Young Master" made An feel a little uncomfortable. For these people, the traces faded away, and he was already an outsider in this house.

When he got to the front hall, there was still one foot left before he stepped in. Suddenly, a chubby thing rushed towards him and landed on his leg, shouting, "Yuyu."

Zhao'an felt his legs sink, and his legs were tightly surrounded by short hands. He lowered his head, and a pink and tender child just raised his round eyes to meet him, staring wide-eyed for a while. .

The ghost knows what's going on, Zhao'an took a lot of effort to restrain his instinct when the little dumpling rushed up just now, and kicked him away without subconsciously.

A familiar female voice came from inside: "Lingfei, what are you doing?"

Xiaotuanzi came to his senses first, silently withdrew his hand, wiped his hand on his body as if he disliked something, turned back with pursed mouth and said, "It's not Yuyu."

"Zhao'an?" Qu He came out from the inside, and saw the person in front of him with a look of surprise, "Are you back?"

Zhao'an also followed the prestige, and Qu He's exquisite face appeared in front of his eyes, but the girl's hair was combed into a woman's bun. Zhao'an lowered his head and looked at the child again, feeling more and more similar to Ling Yu, Ling Fei?His mind was blank, and he blurted out uncontrollably, "Is this your and His Highness's child?"