Your Majesty is happy [rebirth]

Outside the Meridian Gate.

Although it is spring, there is not much sunshine and brilliance. Instead, it is full of chills. Among the imperial troops lined up layer by layer, is King Xuan who is kneeling on the ground, bound his hands and feet, and waiting to be executed. In the basket hanging high above the palace wall, the one who was crying so hard that his voice was almost hoarse was his eldest son.

There was an imperial seat not far away, Ling Qiyou leaned back in the chair and watched with cold eyes, his indifferent eyes without any warmth reminded Xiao Chuqian who was on the side of him that day when he was forced to commit crimes, Ling Qiyou had the same expression, regardless of dissuasion Without mercy and without the slightest hesitation, he personally killed his own father and brother.

In fact, when Ling Qiyou really hardened his mind, he could really ignore it. Xiao Chuqian was surprised that he really regarded Ling Qiyou as too weak all the time.

"What time is it?"

Ling Qiyou spoke coldly, the clown raised his head to look at the sky, and replied in a low voice: "It is estimated that it is still a quarter of an hour before noon."

Xiao Chuqian clearly saw that at the moment when the clown's words came out, Ling Qiyou had been carelessly playing with the movement of pulling the fingers on the thumb of his left hand, and then froze, and the pupils of his eyes shrank slightly.

Xiao Chuqian's heart was already in his throat, if Shen Lexin really never showed up, Ling Qiyou would really kill Ling Jing...

At noon, there was a sudden commotion in the distance, Xiao Chuqian suddenly looked up, dozens of soldiers and guards had already drawn their swords, and surrounded the person who was striding over, it was Shen Lexin.

He was the only one, and the little steamed bun was not in his hands.

Regardless of Shen Lexin's big strides forward, she stopped in front of Ling Jing. Ling Jing slowly raised her head, and when she saw him, a gleam of light finally appeared in her dim eyes.

After a moment of silence, Shen Lexin knelt down in front of him, at eye level with him, reached out to help him tidy up his slightly messy temple hair, her eyes were already red: "I lost..."

"Happy heart..."

"I took the prince away, I can kill him... I really want to kill him, but I can't do it... Besides, if I kill him, you will never forgive me..."

Ling Jing's eyes also slowly turned red: "Why are you..."

"I shouldn't have said that I would come to the capital with you." Shen Lexin closed her eyes and shook her head: "I thought I had forgotten, I thought I could let it go, but no... as soon as I saw him... I saw him When I see him, I can't control myself... When I see these people here, I think of the past... I can't forget at all... I..."

"Where is the prince?"

Ling Qiyou had already walked up to them, holding a long sword in his hand, pointing directly at Shen Lexin's throat, his cold eyes were glinting coldly, Shen Sheng repeated again: "Where is the prince?"

Shen Lexin raised her eyes and slowly turned to him, meeting his eyes. After a long time, she raised the corners of her lips and laughed aloud, but the smile was uglier than crying: "Does Your Majesty care about His Majesty's Prince? Prince, isn’t your Majesty most concerned about your own throne? Aren’t you the same as your stupid emperor? You only see power, status, and family. Pretend to care about your prince?"

The ice in Ling Qiyou's eyes deepened, and the tip of the sword moved forward: "My prince, where is it?!"

Shen Le didn't answer, just when Ling Qiyou wanted to kill him directly with a sword, finally an official came to report in a hurry, saying that the prince had been found, and he was found in a small inn's wing room, and soon someone rushed He came, and what he was holding in his hand was the little mantou who had already fallen asleep.

Xiao Chuqian stepped forward, took the little steamed bun and hugged it into his arms. The little guy blushed, although there were tears at the corners of his eyes, but he was not injured. He had already fallen asleep at the moment. Xiao Chuqian looked at it and heaved a sigh of relief.

Ling Qiyou looked at his movements, his eyes darkened, and he told the clown: "Go and bring the prince here, and send him back to Zhaode Hall first."

The clown took the order, snatched the child from Xiao Chuqian, and carried him back to the palace.

Xiao Chuqian looked at the hands that were empty for a moment in astonishment, and looked up at Ling Qiyou, but he didn't even notice from the corner of his eye, still holding the sword in his hand, looked coldly at the two on the ground, and stepped back After two steps, he ordered in a deep voice: "Come here..."

"Please, Your Majesty, save their lives for now," Xiao Chuqian said suddenly, interrupting what Ling Qiyou was about to blurt out, and begged him with his head down: "At least... save King Xuan's life."

The tip of the sword in Ling Qiyou's hand turned and pointed at him, his voice could not be colder: "You want to intercede for them?"

"Your Majesty, please think again," Xiao Chuqian said bravely, "Your Majesty wanted to behead Xuan Wang for the sake of the crown prince. Now that the crown prince has returned, please take care of the overall situation. If Xuan Wang dies, the other vassal kings..."

"He colluded with foreign enemies and treason! Why can't I kill him?!"

"Your Majesty, you say that Shen Lexin is a spy of the Southern Man, but there is no conclusive evidence. If you kill King Xuan because of this, in the eyes of other vassals, it is very likely that you killed King Luo and King Qi first, and then framed King Xuan to take the opportunity to kill him. People will believe what you said... If you can let King Xuan live, as long as he comes forward to appease the other vassals, they will not attack you with the matter of King Luo and King Qi..."

"Are you going to help them and fight against me?!" Ling Qiyou asked loudly angrily.

Xiao Chuqian pursed his lips, and insisted: "I just ask Your Majesty to think twice before acting. Letting King Xuan live is also for your Majesty's benefit."

Ling Qiyou's hand holding the hilt of the sword was almost trembling, and he stared fiercely at him, wishing to cramp it, Xiao Chuqian kept his head down but couldn't bear to look into his angry eyes.

"Please, Your Majesty, let Lexin and my child go," Ling Jing said suddenly, knelt up straight, and begged Ling Qiyou: "As long as you let them go and let me live, I don't have to. As this vassal king, I can return all my fiefdoms to Your Majesty, and I will take them back to Jiangdong to live in seclusion, and never appear in front of Your Majesty again..."

Not only Xiao Chuqian, but also Ling Qiyou was a little surprised when Ling Jing made such a condition for the sake of Shen Lexin not being a vassal king or fiefdom. .

Although killing King Xuan could vent his anger for a while, as Xiao Chuqian said, it was not the best solution. Now that Xiao Mantou has returned, he has no reason to kill King Xuan.

But it's just, if Shen Lexin doesn't die, he won't be able to swallow this breath, and Shen Lexin is a Southern barbarian, and he was the leading general back then, so he just let the tiger go back to the mountain, after all, he can't completely let go of his heart.

While Ling Qiyou was hesitating, Shen Lexin stumbled up and stood up, took a step forward, when Xiao Chuqian subconsciously turned around to stand in front of Ling Qiyou to stop him, he stopped again Footsteps, ignoring other people, just looking at Ling Qiyou, with red eyes, said in a hoarse voice: "Ling Qiyou, kill me."

This was the first time he called Ling Qiyou's name directly. When the word "Qiyou" came out of his mouth, Ling Qiyou was slightly stunned. The strange feeling that I couldn't grasp was fleeting.

His eyes turned cold again, Ling Qiyou clenched the sword in his hand and pointed at him: "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

"Whatever you want," Shen Lexin said indifferently: "You can kill me, I am the one who died twice, I should have died a long time ago, and it's meaningless to live in this world any longer, as long as you let Ling Jing and Shi Zi go, As for me, you can kill or cut as you please."

"Le Xin!" Hearing what he said, Ling Jing anxiously interrupted him loudly, struggling to stand up, but her hands and feet were tied, and she was really powerless: "What can't die! Don't talk nonsense! "

Shen Lexin took another step forward, and slowly closed her eyes. Ling Qiyou tightened his grip, clenched the hilt of the sword he was holding tighter, and said with a sneer, "Do you want to die? Okay! I will help you! "

The sharp sword stabbed fiercely at Shen Lexin's chest the moment he spoke.

"don't want--"

Ling Jing yelled and finally struggled to stand up and rushed forward to help Shen Lexin block the sword, but seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce Ling Jing's body, Xiao Chuqian was anxious and stretched out his hand He grabbed the sharp blade directly, and the pain hit him. Blood instantly overflowed from his palm wrapped around the blade, meandering down his wrist, dropping to the ground drop by drop.

Under the severe pain, Xiao Chuqian also frowned, but still persisted in not letting go and not giving in.

Ling Qiyou was extremely shocked by his actions, and the anger in his eyes was even worse, he shouted at him: "Get out of here!"

"Don't kill King Xuan," Xiao Chuqian almost begged him: "Don't kill him, Qi You, calm down..."

Shen Le's heart was already numb, she stared blankly at this scene and didn't react at all, Ling Jing was also stunned, never expecting that Xiao Chuqian would directly reach out to grab the sword in order to help him block the sword.

Ling Qiyou loosened and clenched the sword in both hands, and stared at Xiao Chuqian for a moment, his eyes were full of anger, the two of them just confronted each other, neither of them would give in first, and the blood in Xiao Chuqian's palm was flowing more and more. Many times, the whole person was already on the verge of collapse, and finally Ling Jing spoke to remind Ling Qiyou: "Your Majesty, his hand is about to break..."

With a sound of 'pa', Ling Qiyou finally let go of his hand, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

The palm of Xiao Chuqian's hand holding the sword was already dripping with blood, and the glaring blood was still oozing down.

Ling Qiyou still stared at him, his eyes were red, and he didn't know if it was because of anger or something else.

Xiao Chuqian closed his eyes, and said with difficulty: "I'm sorry, Qi You, he came to Beijing to save me, I can't let him die here..."

Several people remained in a stalemate until another official came to report in a hurry: "Your Majesty, please take a look at the urgent military report sent from Lingbei."

Ling Qiyou came back to his senses, took the official document memorial, unfolded it and browsed it quickly, the expression on his face changed instantly, and he ordered loudly: "Go back to Zhaode Palace, pass on civil and military officials!"

Then he glanced at the three in front of him again, and said coldly: "Take King Xuan and this southern barbarian spy back to the dungeon." Then he strode into the palace gate without looking back.

As for Xiao Chuqian, Ling Qiyou didn't explain how to deal with him, he looked at his almost broken palm, and smiled helplessly, he could only bear the pain and followed, and also went back to Zhaode Hall.