Hypocrites

"My late father promoted him, but he betrayed my father and son," Duan Yanyou said, "A dumb and disabled man, how did he pass the news on?"

The guard replied hesitantly: "He just broke off the two index fingers of his right hand, and his left hand is still intact. If he used his fingers to write blood books, even if his right palm is disabled, it is not impossible."

Duan Yanyou went around the prison, but found nothing, so he speculated that Duan Boyu had brought paper or something, and asked the prisoners to cut their fingers to make books and take them away with them.

His Majesty was depressed and kept silent, while the guards and book boys were anxious, and their lord's temper was like this, the more angry he was, the more silent he was, and the more silent he was, the more he would explode.After a while, Duan Yanyou sneered coldly: "You should know that the only thing in this world is whether you want to do it, not whether you can do it. Even if you cut off your tongue and cut off your palm to show your will, as long as you want to send a message, there are ways. It can be seen that Liang Heng is really a fool. I was fooled by this person. According to what I see, if you want to kill him alive, you will surely deafen his ears, blind his eyes, poison his throat, and cut off his limbs. Loyal dog, I showed great mercy and complied with his wishes, you two stay here and help him accomplish these things."

Fear appeared on the prisoner's haggard face, and the guard seemed very embarrassed, saying: "The late emperor promised not to hurt Xinzhou's life..."

Duan Yanyou glanced at him.

The guard bowed his head tremblingly.

"When did I say I wanted his life? So what if he was allowed to live in Beisi Prison until he died?"

The turnip candle burned and released blinding poisonous smoke. The bookboy put the candle next to the prisoner's face and took away the lampshade. His face appeared hideous in the blue light.

Duan Yanyou didn't want to see this scene, so he went out first, leaving behind the guards and the book boy to carry out the execution.The book boy showed vague excitement, as if he was used to sadism, which made the guards very disgusted.

Duan Yanyou stood outside the main hall of the old Grand Palace with far-reaching eaves, watching the golden body of the Buddha from afar, silent in the night.This prison is so strange, there are heinous sinners on the ground, and the Buddha who saves all living beings on the ground.The guards and the book boy came behind him, carrying an inexhaustible sinful smell.

"How will the prime minister deal with it?" the guard asked.

"Find a chance to get the bone ring," Duan Yanyou ordered, "Don't touch uncle for now."

Although there was a thought of benevolence, Duan Yanyou had a vague premonition in his heart, and it was quickly fulfilled after a few hours.

Jieyun met him alone after the court was over and had something to say.

"It's already known outside the palace. His Majesty lives in the palace. I don't know if he knows it or not."

Duan Yanyou even likes Jiang Zhi more than a smooth person like Jie Yun.A person who speaks impeccably, making it impossible to start, seems to have a hidden meaning in every look and every pause, which is really annoying.

"Aiqing, please speak."

Jieyun frowned and said in a puzzled tone: "I know that your Majesty and Duan Xiang's uncle and nephew are true friends and trust each other. But recently there is a saying that it is related to the prime minister's background. The son of a slave. He also said that the prime minister was able to become an official because he replaced the eldest son of a peasant family surnamed Duan who died young."

Duan Yanyou immediately became angry, dropped the bamboo slips and cursed: "Why do you want to catch wind and shadows! Someone dares to frame the prime minister!"

Jieyun was methodical, he lifted his robe and knelt down, but he still wanted to say: "Yes, Your Majesty, it is true that it has not been verified. However, this anecdote is recorded in the "Pin Zao Book". I don't know if your Majesty understands this book, but it is Dong Xian, the author of my Great Qi's List of Scholars in the Field, is interested in appreciating the virtues of scholars, selecting talents for the country, and promoting them in the court. I often listen to the opinions of this book..."

Duan Yanyou's face turned blue and pale, and Jie Yun's implied irony could not be heard. Who in the world has never heard of the name of "Pin Zao Chu"?But this book is used to select officials by the imperial court, and it is only meaningful to the lord of the world. Jieyun asked him if he knew this book, isn't it a mockery of his crown prince's failure to get the right position?For a moment, hatred overwhelmed surprise.

Jieyun said: "Dong Xian is well-known. He is not for fame or profit. He writes straightforwardly and never loses fairness. If he slanders the prime minister for no reason, what is he asking for? Yichen said See, this matter should not be exposed lightly, Your Majesty should investigate it clearly, firstly, the prime minister can be cleared, and secondly... if there is such a thing, I'm afraid..."

Duan Yanyou grew up in Xiangguo's mansion since he was a child, because Mrs. Xiangguo didn't want to see him, and she didn't allow her son to see him, as long as he can remember, the person he met most often was Duan Boyu.He got the first paternal love from this person, so even if he changed his name to "uncle" later, he still felt that what he said was "father".

After the new emperor came to the throne, the queen mother still lived in Changle Palace, but the communication with Zhangyi Palace was obviously more frequent.Duan Yanyou took a walk from Fudao to the Empress Dowager's Palace, and met Duan Yanling.

"Come to visit my sister-in-law, won't His Majesty allow it?"

"Of course." Duan Yanyou smirked.

"My father is here too." Duan Yanling said again.

There was no third sentence for the two of them, and they walked through the veranda one after the other.People from all the palaces peeped at the pair of monarchs and ministers, and they all wondered in their hearts, what a great honor it is to wear a sword in front of the imperial court, Duan Zuoduhou is obviously the most sacred, but when getting along in private, how can one face a bad face than the other.

Changle Palace conceives a wide pool, and several corolla white birds dance among the lotus leaves in early spring.Flying gauze at the four corners of the pool platform, like a shy beauty hiding her face, among them are the shadows of the queen mother and the prime minister.

This pair of brothers and sisters who were born as commoners and came into power overnight, in order to hide Duan Yanyou, they seldom get along in front of others.

The maid holds a fan and slowly fills the tent with the warm fragrance of the incense burner.Empress Dowager Duan loves to talk about ostentation, and she is very picky about things. Her brother understands her very well, peels oranges for her younger sister, and carefully removes the tangerine pith. Her hands are like knives and knives to point out the current problems. The orange flesh is like a beloved pearl at his fingertips.

Seeing His Majesty coming in, Duan Boyu wanted to salute, but was stopped by the Empress Dowager: "We are all from our own family, so there is no need to cause trouble. You'er and I have relied on elder brother for so many years, so we can't tell the difference."

"Love is love, and monarchs and ministers are monarchs and ministers," Duan Boyu said with a smile, but he still obeyed the Queen Mother and sat back, "Your Majesty wants to eat oranges, but I peeled many oranges intentionally."

Duan Yanyou smiled on the inside, forced himself to sit down, his heart beating like a drum.He always knew that the brothers and sisters of the Duan family were very close, but he didn't know that the two might not be real brothers and sisters.

The bright red orange flesh was served on a white porcelain plate, and Duan Boyu pushed it to the Queen Mother.The empress dowager twitched her slender fingers. This woman, who smelled a man's sweat and wanted to cover her nose and fan the wind, ate the sweet orange peeled by her brother and the white-toothed red juice, with a smile on her face and her eyes like those in the February spring breeze. Willow silk, poplar flowers in the waves of June.

"Who the hell is my father?"

Duan Yanyou remembered what he asked Duan Boyu when he was a child.He lives in such an environment, there is no one who does not gossip about him behind his back, and no one does not give him a face in front of him, as if he is the most redundant, a dirty bastard born out of his back.

"it's me."

"Your father is me."

"You have to call me daddy." Duan Boyu said.

"Are you going to leave if you don't sit for a while?" The queen mother was dissatisfied with her son.Duan Yanyou got up in a hurry, hid one hand by his side, and tightly grasped the Tianzi Sword that never left his body.

"There are still government affairs to deal with, and my son is resigning..."

When he walked out of the pool platform, he couldn't help turning his head back, the hanging curtain covered his mother, only Duan Boyu cast a glance.He was sure that Duan Boyu never expected that he would look back, otherwise he wouldn't have used such blatant eyes like treating a kitten or puppy. Then he saw Duan Yanling beside him, and only then did he understand how shrewd Duan Boyu is. people.

He has taught Duan Yanyou for 20 years, and he has taught him to be exactly the same as himself in appearance, but the one who resembles him the most in his bones is his own eldest son.Even in the face of the emperor, he felt contemptuous and disdainful. Duan Boyu hid it very well, but Duan Yanling would show it occasionally.

Duan Yanyou's emotions seemed to be poured with boiling oil, boiling up.

The guards are waiting for him.

"What your Majesty has told you, check the relationship between Prime Minister Duan and Xie Lingguan..." It is difficult to investigate this matter in return. The Xie Ling Pavilion was burned down a year ago, and the lord hurriedly interrupted him.

"Can't stay..."

Duan Yanyou's face turned livid: "If you dare to hide the bone ring privately, I will never keep him!"

In the past, Duan Yanling would think about whether it would be different if Liang Heng had everything Duan Yanyou had. He was his cousin, and the prime minister was his uncle.Even in a time when the eunuch party is powerful, it will not fall into isolation.

But when he took over the Emperor Wu bone ring from his father, he realized that no matter who it is, it's the same position.

The Empress Dowager kindly asked him to peel the oranges and eat them himself, but Duan Yanling refused, feeling annoyed, and was about to go for a walk, when suddenly his father whispered in his ear: "Don't go too far, stay within my line of sight."

"how?"

"The emperor is not right today."

Duan Yanling laughed and said: "You have ghosts in your heart, it seems that there is something wrong with everyone."

Duan Boyu said: "I have raised him for 20 years, no one knows him better than me, and everything he learns is only superficial. His fake face can deceive you, but it is not enough to deceive the truth. I am worried that the emperor will be dissatisfied. Just like his father, he is a man who kills donkeys, you and I must be very cautious."

"What are the father and son whispering?" The queen mother smiled slightly.

"Tell Yanling to take his guards farther away," Duan Boyu said with a smile, "I know that the empress hates those outsiders."

The queen mother covered her mouth and said: "Oh, brother, this is obvious, how could this palace care about Yanling?"

Duan Yanling got up and left.He didn't bring the guards to Changle Palace at all, he knew that what his father told him to take people away was actually to bring the guards here.

From afar, he saw figures of several people by the pool, and recognized that they were the shadow guards directly under Duan Yanyou's direct control, he immediately felt vigilant and quickened his steps.

Corolla finches are still playing carefree in the pond.

It doesn't matter who is the master of the country, whether it is Liang Heng or Duan Yanyou, there is only blood and blood in Zhangyi Palace.