Is the prince jealous today?

The last time I stayed outside the palace gate at this hour was when I was 15 years old.

Qi Jian stood quietly in front of the palace gate, raised her head slightly, and counted the rivets on the door one by one, nine horizontally, nine vertically, and 81 on each door, no more, no less.

On the gate of Prince Qi's mansion, there are seven rows of rows, one level lower than the imperial palace, but it is already the only honored pet in Beijing.

At the beginning, the father, with himself counting 49 rivets one by one, said earnestly towards the palace: "Jane, from now on, you will gallop on the battlefield like your father, and keep the country safe and peaceful, okay?"

"Daddy, why do you want to protect the country and the people?" The little boy Tong was a little confused.

King Qi sighed: "Because, this is his world."

That person is the Ninth Five-Year Lord, and there is no king in the world, so no matter where you are, you must guard the world and the subjects for the person in your heart.

Daddy, do you know that after you die, your son will have to pretend to be ill to protect the glory of the Qi family?And do you know that, knowing that you died strangely, you are willing to sacrifice the whole world for him, but you are not even willing to thoroughly investigate the cause of your death?

The 81 rivets shimmered faintly under the moonlight, and the golden brass was caged with cool afterglow, and the residual heat stored in the day was dissipated, and it was bitingly cold to the touch.

Leaning slightly, Qi Jian moved his eyes down and landed on a row of rivets slightly lower. On his 15th birthday, he rushed to the gate of the palace overnight, holding on to this row of rivets, and shouted to King Qi. The son asks to see you.

The gate of the palace has been locked, and no one is allowed to enter the palace without an edict.

With just such a sentence, even though I slapped the blood on my palm, I couldn't see the emperor.

Stretch out your fingertips and lightly poke those rivets, they are just as icy and cold. Fortunately, I am not the ignorant boy I was back then.Kicking the bronze door lightly, Qi Jian turned to look at the leader of the guards: "Qi Jian, the son of King Qi, enters the palace to face the saint."

"My lord, the gate of the palace has been locked, and you are not allowed to enter the palace without an edict." The leader looked embarrassed.

"Open the door." Qi Jian squinted her eyes, her voice was not loud, but deep.

The leader wiped his cold sweat, his heart beating, remembering what happened five or six years ago, and also the bloodstains on the palace gate at that time.

At that time, he thought that King Qi would lose his power and his son would have no one to rely on, and there would be no big waves, so he just guarded the door as a routine, and even said something, even if flowers were photographed, it would be useless.

However, it's not just me, beating a dog to see its master, isn't everyone in the palace like this?In those days, didn't everyone look on coldly, and even laughed and joked behind their backs?

If I had known that the son would be capable today, I would have to be polite back then, and I don't know if it would be useful to be more polite now?Thinking of this, the leader sneered: "Your Majesty, the young ones also follow orders, do your best, there are so many adults, don't make things difficult for the young ones."

"That's not what you said back then." Qi Jian glanced at him coldly, motioning behind him, the servant hurried forward, reached out and put the leader's hands behind his back.

The domestic servant shot too quickly, the leader realized that he was already firmly suppressed, and the other guards saw this, swished out their swords, and surrounded Qi Jian in the middle.

Qi Jian moved her wrist twice, and drew the sword from the leader's waist.The cold light of the sword's edge was cold, and where the point of the sword pointed, the guards unconsciously took two steps back.

A sword flower was pulled down, Qi Jian's surroundings suddenly became empty.He raised his eyebrows, weighed the sword a few times, and pulled out a few more gorgeous sword flowers.

The guards looked at me, I looked at you, and looked at the restrained leader together, thinking about the same thing in their hearts.

The prince is the master who dares to fight even the prince, and his temper has become more and more violent in recent years. If something goes wrong, it is not impossible to kill them all.

But breaking into the palace privately is a felony, the prince can't really dare to do that, can he?Or, does the prince really want to rebel?The son is the son of King Qi. Back then, King Qi was able to wash the palace with blood. Did the son really have the courage to rebel?

I also thought about what I heard vaguely recently, that the emperor wanted to force his son to reconcile, and his wife would be forced to run away. I was so angry that I rebelled, is it justified?The more they thought about it, the more frightened they became, and the guards' legs gradually trembled.

Qi Jian originally thought that at least two gestures would be required, but she didn't expect to frighten them like this just as she drew out her sword.Looking at the group of guards who looked like quails, and then at the ashen-faced leader of the guards, Qi Jian showed great kindness, and slowly comforted: "I won't kill you."

Unexpectedly, after hearing his comfort, the guards trembled even more fiercely.

Qi Jian sighed helplessly, and gestured to the servant. The servant's strength increased, and the leader felt that his arms were about to be crushed, so he could only whisper something to the door.

After a while, the heavy palace door was slowly pushed open. Qi Jian patted the terrified and surprised guards away with the back of his sword, slowly picked up the guard's stool, and placed it in the middle of the palace gate. Then he lifted up his clothes and sat down with a smile .

After listening to the old eunuch's words, the emperor slapped the edge of the bed heavily: "Presumptuous."

The old eunuch knelt on the ground deftly.

After panting heavily for a long time, the emperor said again: "What else did he do?"

"I didn't do anything, the prince just sat at the gate of the palace, watching the guards knock on the door." The old eunuch lowered his head.

"Knock on the door?" The emperor's eyelids rolled up a little, and doubts appeared in his eyes.

The old eunuch said: "It's knocking on the door. It is said that the rhythm and rhythm must be released. If you can't beat it, you can't stop."

"The Qi family forced their way into the palace gate in the middle of the night, and after they broke in, they only escorted the guards to knock on the door? They did it..." The emperor's breath stuck in his throat, and he didn't say the whole thing after that.

The old eunuch wondered what the emperor meant, and said in a low voice: "The servant sent someone to listen to it, and the son's filming is a song from beyond the Great Wall."

After a long silence, the emperor lowered his eyes and sighed: "Go, call him in."

After sitting for a while, the Qi family received an order from the Nuan Pavilion.He nodded, and didn't rush to go in, but raised his sword and patted the leader's arms: "Go back and practice well, if you can't shoot flowers next time, don't take these two hands."

In the Nuan Pavilion, the emperor's eyes showed tiredness, and his face was full of anger.

Qi Jian was quiet, just knelt, not saying a word.

"What on earth are you thinking? Do you really think I won't punish you?" The emperor slammed the teacup on the table, turned his head and said in a low voice to the old eunuch, "The tea is cold, why is it so bad?"

The old eunuch hurriedly picked up the teacup and quickly walked out of the room.

The emperor looked at the empty table and lowered his eyelids: "Don't think that you can always rely on your father's favor. If you dare to make trouble again, I will not tolerate it."

"Weichen doesn't want to make trouble." Xu Shi heard the words "father and king", Qi Jian finally raised his head slightly, and said, "Weichen only wants to die."

Without taking a breath, the emperor's throat was whirring for a long time before he managed to say: "Nonsense!"

Qi Jian looked at the emperor coldly, and suddenly thought, if the father and king lived to this day and saw his sweetheart like this, would he give his heart wrong?But after thinking about it, if Liu Yi was so old that his temples were stained with frost, he would not dislike him, so he paid for it, and it really didn't look like his age.

Even if Liu Yi is old, he must be a romantic old man, right?Thinking of this, Qi Jian slowly raised the corners of her lips, but unfortunately, she may not have the chance to see the romantic old man.

After turning his mind a few times, Qi Jian bowed and knelt down on the ground, with his forehead resting on the cool ground, he paused every word: "Qi Qingyu, the son of the king of Qi, broke into the palace overnight, but only wanted to die, there is no other way."

"You!" The emperor frowned, and the wrinkles on his face became more and more obvious, "You want to piss me off?"

"Qing Yu dare not." Qi Jian raised her head and closed her eyes as if death was at home, "The luck of the Qi family is not good, it is better to die than to die."

Looking at Qi Jian's expression, and hearing these words again, the emperor was furious, and wanted to grab something and throw it down, but the table was empty, not even a teacup.In the end, he just slapped the table with his palm and let out a long sigh.

After a long silence, the emperor's anger subsided, and when he realized it, he lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "You hate me."

"I don't dare." Qi Jian opened his eyes.

"You resent me because of your father's affairs." Looking at those extremely similar eyes, the emperor breathed slightly, and his voice was bleak, "But you must know that I am the emperor, and I am the king of a country."

"Daddy once said that if the king wants his ministers to die, the ministers have to die." Qi Jian's voice was bitter and decisive.

The emperor was slightly taken aback, his eyes sharpened: "I didn't want him to die."

"I understand." Qi Jian bent down and kowtowed again, her voice was lowered, with a touch of sadness, "I just said that the members of the Qi family, for the love in their hearts, can risk their lives."

"You?" The emperor fully understood, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Qi Jian, "You made such a fuss, do you want to intercede for You Chen?"

Qi Jian shook her head and smiled: "No, I am pleading for myself."

The emperor drooped his eyelids and squeezed his eyes away: "Didn't you say that Mrs. Qi's family should not lead troops?"

"Youchen was worried about General Liu and couldn't sleep all night, so I could only break into the palace at night, begging the emperor for mercy."

"Are you willing to lead the concubine to go to war?" The emperor showed a gratified smile on his face, but his eyes became colder and colder.

Qi Jian still shook her head: "I just want to ask the emperor for mercy, grant me a death, my wife dies, and my wife can lead the troops."

Unexpectedly, he would say that, the emperor's expression changed slightly, and he stared at Qi Jian carefully, trying to see something from his face.

That face was too similar to King Qi's when he was young, even the affection in his eyes was exactly the same.It's a pity that the deep affection that belonged to me has long since disappeared and turned into a pile of loess. The emperor averted his eyes and dared not look at it again.

Can you reassure the emperor that in one fell swoop, Qi Jian straightened her back a little and showed some sincerity.

"Youchen said that since Mrs. Qi's family can't lead troops, he doesn't want the title of concubine. Anyway, compared to the Liu family, the title of concubine and I are both optional."

After a pause, Qi Jian continued: "Compared with men, Youchen prefers gentle and beautiful women, and only wants to marry a wife and have children, so that he can enjoy the family relationship to the fullest."

The emperor seemed a little taken aback.

"He didn't choose me, so I can only help him." After saying this, Qi Jian lowered her eyes, and the circles of her eyes were faintly red.