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"Does Qing think that I really don't know about you poisoning Chen Jieyu!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.Mrs. Zhou's expression changed immediately.

The death of Chen Jieyu was indeed her handwriting, but what she really wanted to kill was Zhao Yanzhi. Anyone with eyes can see the emperor's love and expectation for Zhao Yanzhi. Public Enemy.

It's just that so many years have passed, and she has already dealt with the traces of that year. She always thought that no one knew it, but she didn't know that Zhao Jing still had such a account in her heart.

"Chen Jieyu's death was indeed caused by my concubine. It's okay for me to admit to that incident; it's just that this palace man has nothing to do with me, and I won't make false confessions!"

"Sophistry!" Zhao Jing photographed the cases in front of him loudly, and the nearest Jinbo mountain furnace was crumbling, shaking Mrs. Zhou inexplicably, "It's okay if you don't admit it. I'm not good at this; but I have Those who are good at this, I will ask him to ask Madam carefully!"

Madam Zhou almost shed tears.She and his young couple, although they are not married by the media, they have been together for 30 years; she also gave birth to him two sons and a daughter, and all these affections are not worth Zhao Yanzhi's unborn child.

Empress Showa has passed away for ten years, and all he misses is still her.

Only she is a cinnabar mole, and they are all mosquito blood; only her child is the emperor's heart, and he doesn't care about other people's children.

Mrs. Zhou's complexion was pale and she sat on the ground, feeling that there was nothing to love.

At this time, Zhao Shichang supported his mother and said loudly, "Father! I gave you that ginseng, and mother doesn't know anything!"

This is really a shocking thunder, louder than Zhao Jing's thunder just now, it can be seen that the blue is better than the blue, the ancients did not deceive me.

Zhao Jing stared carefully at this reckless son who had been neglected by him for many years; Zhao Yanzhi frowned with new and old grudges in his heart, and finally showed his first angry expression since he learned that Mrs. Han was killed; As if awakened by something, he suddenly struggled up.

"Shichang! What nonsense are you talking about!"

Zhao Shichang knelt down and kowtowed to Mrs. Zhou. "Mother, Shichang's unfilial piety hurts my mother." Then he bowed to Zhao Jing, "The matter is done by the minister, and a man is a man who does everything. The poison is fed by the minister, and the ginseng is sent by the minister. Thinking, even if Mrs. Han doesn't eat this ginseng, maybe Zhao Yanzhi will eat it, and it doesn't matter whoever is dead. My mother never pays attention to her things, she doesn't know anything."

Zhao Jing was half convinced.

Mrs. Zhou calmed down quickly, and asked coldly: "Shichang, how do you know this?"

Zhao Shichang was startled.

Mrs. Zhou calmly said to Zhao Jing: "Your Majesty, my concubine admits it. The Han family was poisoned by my concubine. Your Majesty will rule according to the law."

Such a simple and rude method of murder, one can tell who did it after thinking about it—Although Mrs. Zhou is not an old fox, she thinks that she has lived through the harem strife for all these years, and it is not in vain.Even if she intends to poison the Han family, how could she use such a method with endless troubles.

What does it mean not to be afraid of god-like opponents, but to be afraid of pig-like teammates.

But that person is her son, she should protect him unconditionally, even if it costs her life, so what?

Her son is not smart, not well-behaved, impulsive and reckless, he was thrown out by Zhao Yanzhi since he was a child, but he is also the best child in the world.

Her son is not liked by her husband, only she gives her endless care; her husband has always only had Empress Showa mother and son in his eyes, how could he see how Zhao Shichang, who is not outstanding in talent, tried so hard to get his father's attention with love.

Now he is just venting the grievance and unwillingness that he has suppressed for many years, is he going to ruin his life for this?

Zhao Shichang cried and argued, and was finally slapped by Mrs. Zhou before giving up.Zhao Jing waved his hand, and wearily concluded: "Mrs. Zhou murdered the emperor's heir and deposed her as a commoner. She moved to Yongxiang, and she will never come out."

Mrs. Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, and gave a generous gift with a smile: "My concubine thanked Your Majesty."

Zhao Jing suddenly felt a sting in his eyes.Mrs. Zhou has been with him since the time of cardamom, and he still vaguely remembers Mrs. Zhou's pure smile at that time.Now everything is not what it used to be. What made the innocent girl become the vicious woman of today?And what, when he declared that there was no way out for her life, made her eyes show gratitude that he had never seen before?

Everyone will sigh, youth is not reserved for teenagers.This is fate, and no one is spared.

That night, Zhao Jing dragged his sick body and went to Yongxiang for the first time to visit the Zhou family who was already a common man.

Thanks to this turmoil, Zhao Jing finally remembered that he still had a son who was too old to be king, so he quickly made Zhao Shichang the king of Jibei and sent him to Fengguo.

Zhao Shichang wanted to take his mother away with him, but Zhou's felony was added to his body. This idea is really false.Zhao Jing made an exception and asked him to meet Mrs. Zhou once before leaving Beijing, which was regarded as the last kindness to his mother and son.

That day, Zhao Shichang knelt down in front of his mother and cried.Mrs. Zhou cried and laughed, and said many things to her son until the moment Zhao Shichang set off.Zhao Shichang kowtowed to his mother three times in the end, so much that his forehead was smashed. Mrs. Zhou picked up her son and whispered in his ear: "Shichang, you are not smart enough. Only from now on, don't trust anyone. My son , Live well, and never come back.”

That night, Mrs. Zhou committed suicide.

Mrs. Zhou finally became a thing of the past, but Zhao Jing was really unhappy.

When he dreamed back at midnight, he could always see Zhou's last stern smile and her resentful curse.

She said, Zhao Jing, you only have Chang Hui in your heart, so she will not live forever; you only love Chang Hui's son, so he walks on eggshells.

She said, Zhao Jing, you never want to look at Ah Xin and Shichang, you never remember that they are also your sons.

She said, Zhao Jing, Zhao Yanzhi can't bear as much love as you, if you don't believe it, just watch, he won't be happy.

Not before, not now, never.

Zhao Jing woke up in a cold sweat.His mind was full of Mrs. Zhou's ferocious appearance before she died, and she cursed viciously, and kept saying: "Your most beloved son, he will never be happy."

Zhao Jing's chest was finally ripped open, and his mind was dug out.Like a curse, his body rapidly weakened.

His Majesty the Emperor experienced great joy and sorrow in a short period of time, and his condition suddenly worsened.For a moment, the people in Guangming Palace turned their backs on their backs, and the chaos became a mess.At this juncture, naturally no one has the leisure to ask, how does a fool like Zhao Shichang know how to mix poisonous poison in ginseng in a subtle way?

In September, Dai Wang Zhao Xin, Qi Wang Zhao Xiaocheng and Yan Wang Zhao Xiang were recalled to Beijing.Zhao Yanzhi finally saw his brothers who had been away for many years again.

Dai Wang Zhao Xin is the same mother and brother of Zhao Shichang, and it is conceivable that he will not have a good face towards Zhao Yan; Qi Wang Zhao Xiaocheng is Mrs. Xu's son. Mrs. Xu died early. All activities such as attaining the Tao and cultivating immortals just don't like doing serious things, and his attitude towards the younger brother of the prince, whom he hasn't seen for many years, can't be said to be warm, but it can't be said to be bad. An unreliable atmosphere; Li Ji, the birth mother of Zhao Xiang, King of Yan, is still alive, but she is old and unfavored. If there is no such a son, His Majesty the Emperor will not even remember who she is.Zhao Xiang was very kind to Zhao Yanzhi, with a pleasant smile and a warm smile, and his behavior was appropriate, neither losing the etiquette of the monarch and his ministers, nor hindering the brotherhood.

When Zhao Jing was seriously ill, Zhao Yanzhi had grown rapidly visible to the naked eye, as if yesterday he was acting like a baby in his father's arms, but today he can stand alone and do all kinds of things decently.When his father was ill, he naturally took care of his elder brother, and everything was properly arranged for the family banquet. Although Zhao Yanzhi was as tired as a muddy face when he returned to the palace at night, and his face was stiff with smiles, even if he looked at it with the most critical eyes, he had to say Zhao Yanzhi's kingly demeanor has begun to emerge.

The princess was too young to bear it, Xie Qing felt sorry for her younger sister and told her to go to bed early.Ping An was sent by him to warm Zhao Yanzhi's bed, while he waited for Zhao Yanzhi in the study.Zhao Yanzhi had a problem recently: no matter how busy the day was, or how late he returned to the palace, he had to see Xie Qing and chat with him before going to bed, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep well that night.Fortunately, Xie Qing has been living in the Tai Tai's womb since he became crowned, otherwise his problem would not be easy to handle.Xie Qing had always indulged him, so he waited for him to come back to talk in the study every day before going to bed.

In the quiet autumn night, there is no sound of insects, only fallen leaves are silent.When Zhao Yanzhi walked into the small study room reeking of alcohol, a cup of hot soup was warming on the stove, and Xie Qing had a scroll of letters spread out in front of him, with his hands resting on his forehead, he was already asleep.

He stopped suddenly.The image of this beauty taking a nap hit his heart, it was so beautiful and incomparably ironic, as if he could destroy something with just one movement, one step.A strand of Xie Qing's untied hair ran out of the black cloth crown disobediently, hanging limply on his forehead, half covering his handsome face.The intense warmth in Zhao Yanzhi's eyes poured out uncontrollably. He took off his cloak, hugged him into his warm arms, and stood in front of his study for a long time, lest he would bring a trace of cold air into it.

He walked lightly to Xie Qing's side, and put a warm cloak on him, feeling excited and uneasy.

Then Xie Qing woke up with a start.

Seeing the young man still maintaining the action of putting on his clothes, he suddenly smiled, patted Zhao Yanzhi's hand very maturely, and sighed: "Ah Yuan has grown up."

Xie Qing's hand temperature was just right, but Zhao Yanzhi felt that the place on his hand touched by Xie Qing was as hot as a fire, and it burned all the way to his face.He thought back to Xie Qing's compliment, and felt that he could hear the full meaning of "my family has a young boy growing up" from that sentence, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, which immediately showed on his face.Xie Qing thought that like all teenagers at that age, he didn't like being treated like a child, so he smiled even more happily.

Seeing Xie Qing smiling happily, Zhao Yan became much happier for no reason.He just wanted to talk to Xie Qing about the messy things that happened today as usual, but he remembered that it was a bit late today, and Xie Qing waited until he fell asleep, so he abruptly stopped the desire to talk, and changed to He said, "It's getting late, Huaifang should go to sleep."

Xie Qing was surprised and raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Zhao Yanzhi felt a little uncomfortable as if someone had seen his mind, coughed dryly, and explained: "It's nothing, I'm too tired today, I'll come and see you, that's all." Turning his eyes freely, he hurriedly got up and prepared to go out.

"Your Highness put on your clothes before going out, be careful of catching a cold." Xie Qing didn't feel anything, he smiled gently and told Zhao Yanzhi the outer cloak he had been wearing for a long time.

Zhao Yan only accepted the cloak obediently, but his face was full of wandering thoughts.Xie Qing thought he was really tired and didn't care, just told him to rest quickly.Only Zhao Yanzhi, who was holding the cloak that was still warm, knew in his heart that the thing he was holding in his arms was the most solemn but also the most suppressed tenderness that a 14-year-old boy knew how to give.