After the failed assassination of the powerful minister

Digging graves is a real thing.

Now that no one in Shangjing can control this giant Buddha, even if she wants to overturn the sky, it is estimated that only the army far away from the border can rush back to stop her.

The little emperor Wei Mingwen sat on a chair, not knowing what to do.

He didn't have any impression of the former emperor's father, and he didn't have any affection for him.It's just that he really didn't expect that his aunt, the eldest princess, went to the emperor's mausoleum in a mad manner after reading the imperial edict, and asked someone to dig out the late emperor.

It's just that it's impossible to say that to the common people and courtiers, so he found an excuse that the feng shui of the late emperor's mausoleum was not good, and wanted to move out, so he dug out the late emperor logically.

Wei Mingwen felt that his aunt wanted to drag the late emperor out to whip his corpse.

It's just that as the years passed, the late emperor had already turned into a dry bone, and even if he wanted to whip the corpse, he probably couldn't whip it happily enough.

Wei Mingwen stood up, and beyond the pavilions and pavilions, there was an endless black sky, with the bright moon hanging above it, and its brilliance sprinkled on the world.Although the eldest princess spared his life for the time being, with his unpredictable temperament, he might be cut into pieces one day.

Concubine Xue Gui and Empress Cao were locked up together, and Wei Mingwen was not too worried about the two of them helping out. Besides, Empress Cao was Cao Yong's daughter, and the tiger's poison did not eat children, no matter what.

That's... Wei Mingwen's face was complicated, he just didn't know whether the child was born a boy or a girl, and if it was a boy, would he, the emperor, be "funeralized".

The little emperor is very prepared for danger in times of peace, and now he has already imagined what a miserable end will be for him after his "child" is born.

Here the little emperor is worried, while the eldest princess is in a different situation.

Wei Changle's expression was cold and silent, Ling Yun knelt at her feet on one knee, and stretched out his hand to smooth the folds of her clothes.

After knowing the truth about the imperial decree, Wei Changle frantically went to the imperial mausoleum and dug up her brother's bones.After digging it out, she wasn't very happy, and even ordered Ling Yun to shatter the dead bones and throw them into ashes to vent her anger.

But even so, Wei Changle is still depressed.

Death is like a lamp being extinguished, even if one's bone is turned into ashes, the events of his life are a foregone conclusion, and nothing can be changed.

The first emperor killed his brother and father for his own selfishness, and married Wei Changle to the prime minister Chen Xiangyu in order to win over the courtiers... He planned this way because he was in constant panic because of the edict. In the end, what was written in the edict It was actually his own name.

How ridiculous.

His death was too cheap, Wei Changle thought, if he knew earlier, he should be cut into pieces.

"What's going on these days?"

Wei Changle looked at Ling Yun with icy eyes.

"There are folk rumors that there are hermits watching the sky at night, saying that the crape myrtle stars are in chaos, fearing that traitors will harm the country. King Jing also wrote a letter saying that His Majesty wants to clear the court."

Wei Changle covered his mouth and smiled: "A traitor is wronging the country? You flatter me, what kind of traitor am I? I'm just a fool who can't see clearly."

After she finished speaking, she sighed faintly: "The men from Shuo Mo's side haven't come back yet. The commander said they were dead, but I don't believe it."

"Cao Yong's ambition is great. He wants to wait for his daughter to give birth to a dragon species, and then replace her, and let the throne become his possession. I don't care who is in charge of this country... But there are always people who care, he wants I'm afraid it will take some trouble for the throne."

"But no matter who comes to sit on the dragon chair, I will be liquidated in the future."

"Just to say, I don't really want this bad life."

Wei Changle twirled a string of Buddhist beads—it was an imitation of breaking disasters. He lowered his head and glanced at the top of Ling Yun's black hair, his brows and eyes seemed to soften slightly: "Little Lingyun, what will you do if I die?"

Ling Yun raised his head: "I belong to the princess, I will live when the princess is born, and I will die when the princess dies."

Wei Changle's fingers turning the beads paused.

She reached out and touched Ling Yun's head, but didn't speak any more.

On Shuo Mo's side, Shuo Wang woke up when the news that Cen Xian's grave had been dug spread all over the military camp.

They were in a meeting hall of the Yuancheng government at this time, he was sleeping in the inner room, and the generals outside were making a lot of noise, one and two of them thought it was the corpses of the Shangjing gang, and they saw Cen Xian as a thorn in his side waiting for an opportunity to retaliate , Zheng and Jiang Yuan said that they would go back to Shangjing to find someone to settle the score.

Noisy sound came in, he had a splitting headache, and when he heard the words "commander is dead" with his unclear hearing, his whole body was startled, and his trembling hand was about to be raised, when someone precisely caught it.

The touch was slightly cool, and the visitor touched the back of his hand with his fingertips to comfort him, and then a familiar and clear voice came: "Ah Shuo, I am here."

Shuo Wang raised his eyes to look at him, and immediately wanted to pull his hand back—it wasn't that he thought he was crazy again, but that the sounds just now had really scared him into a cold sweat, and now his palms were slippery, and he didn't want to Let the person on the other side know, lest people worry.

But he didn't withdraw his hand, Cen Xian clenched it too tightly.

Shuowang looked at him steadily.

Cen Xian was a little uncomfortable being watched by him, and finally let go of his hand a little: "I'm holding you uncomfortable?"

Before the words finished, Shuo Wang suddenly leaned over and hugged him, resting his chin on his shoulder, rubbing against Cen Xian's neck with his messy hair.Cen Xian's whole body froze all of a sudden, not daring to move anymore.

Jiang Jinyue and Luo Erhu, who were nibbling dry biscuits and drinking cold water for breakfast, saw this scene and uttered in unison——

"Alas".

Then he sneaked out in a hurry, and locked the door tightly by the way.

The two people who hadn't seen each other for many days and thought each other was dead were relatively silent for a long time, and then explained their affairs to each other.

Cen Xian stretched out his hand and lightly pressed the back of Shuo Wang's hand, there were a few finely scabbed scars on it.

He didn't speak.

Shuowang drank the medicine left by Luo Erhu and Jiang Jinyue before they left, and then clasped Cen Xian's hand in his palm: "Ah Cen, I found my father in that village—not the monk named Jingxin, It is King Zhao, he is not dead."

Cen Xian suddenly looked into his eyes.

Shuowang's eyes were filled with heavy sadness, and then he smiled at Cen Xian with the corners of his eyes bent.

"He wants to go back to Shangjing, you can accompany me to pick him up."