Grandpa is such a bird

The setting sun shines into the grove from the slant of the ancient city wall, and the mottled golden light ripples in the deep pupils of the mountain moon.

He smiled bitterly: "So, I can't persuade him to give up his hatred."

What Yin Chenglan wanted was not eternal fame, or power over the world, or even injustice, he dragged his sick body to his last breath, and only wanted to use that man's blood to commemorate the 140 lonely souls who died of injustice in the Changqing Palace.

Yin Chenglan worked so hard to let the emperor taste the pain of being destroyed and desperate, and experience the torture of being betrayed and losing everything. His hatred is so simple that he doesn't need to think of any means. Yin Chenglan was content with his mother and concubine, giving back to him all the pains of all the people in the Changqing Palace.

Du Xiyangyun sat there, his silhouette was like a stone statue, his face was hidden in the gradually dimming sky, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Seeing that it was getting late, Qian Fan walked up to him in two steps and said, "If you still believe in me, I would like to promise you that if the crown prince kills someone by mistake, Qian Fan will pay back with his life."

Du Yun listened, sneered, then slowly moved his legs, stood up, looked at him, and said, "What do I want your life for?"

Then he took a deep breath, as if he was feeling extremely uncomfortable, his expression was slightly distorted, he turned to look at Tubo who was squatting beside him carelessly teasing the little rabbit, and said, "Old Tu."

Tupper looked up at him.

Du Yun gave an ugly smile: "At the beginning, I took advantage of your illness and did something wrong, which made you almost miss the fate with Zen Master Shanyue. Even though you are reunited with him now, I still regret it..."

After a pause, "...Du Yun can't make up for it, let's make it up this time."

The last few words were pressed in his throat. When he said them, Du Yun's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and his usual complacency disappeared when the words fell. There was a forced wry smile in his eyes. At this moment, he could never return it. At the beginning, the gentleman who became an official and performed his righteousness was the number one scholar.

The sky was completely dark, Qianfan and Tubo watched as Du Yun's carriage drove into the imperial city, where the lights were just shining, the huge and heavy city gate closed the ten-mile long street where singing and dancing were flourishing, and the people in the game were feasting and feasting. , a silent dark wave is rolling up the waves.

Du Yun entered the city overnight and met the emperor in the secret pavilion without waiting for a rest.

It was only after dark that Ling Jiang knew what it meant to be blinded.

The imperial palace is too big, and there are many pavilions, towers and pavilions everywhere. In his opinion, they are all similar, and it is difficult to distinguish them. He is very tired of coaxing the cubs in the small pocket, especially listening to the humming and meowing of the young birds.

Ling Jiang had no choice but to squat on the edge of the palace wall, with his little wings circled in front of him, hugging the delicate baby bird, thinking about Yin Nineteen's hiding place.

Standing tall and looking far away, there are hundreds of thousands of dimly lit lights behind him, smoke from thousands of houses rising up, green tiles and vermilion tiles in front of him, precious halls and vermilion pavilions, the cub in his arms suddenly sucked his little nose lightly.

Ling Jiang looked down at it.

The little bird was licking its light yellow beak, with a few short and sparse hairs on its top, covering its stomach, and staring at him resentfully with its small black bean eyes.

hungry.

Ling Jiang was also very resentful, saying, "I'm even hungrier."

Little Bird: "..."

Can you change to a reliable father?

Fortunately, he was only intermittently unreliable. When Lingjiang waited for the wild orange cat to chase after him with small steps, he held Xiaodoudou on his paws, jumped down from the wall, and glided.

Since Yin Nineteen was already in the palace, it was only a matter of time before he could be found, the most important thing right now was to fill his stomach first.

The imperial dining room is much easier to find than Yin Chenglan. Following the scent from the breeze, Lingjiang landed on a palace. Under the eaves, a maid came in and out with a mahogany tray. The firewood was crackling, and a scent of steamed glutinous rice melted Make white smoke get into the nose of Lingjiang and Xiaoniao.

They sucked at the same time.

The orange cat squatted down beside them, its chubby stomach shrank rapidly. It had been running for a day, and now it was too tired to even meow.

Lingjiang put the little bird into its arms, and said, "Wait."

After saying that, he flew out of the eaves, and got into the dining room while the people in the palace were not paying attention.

This dining room is not too big, obviously it is not a place to cook for the emperor, it has already passed the hour, there are not many servants coming in and out, only a few elderly mothers are cleaning the spoons, bowls and chopsticks, Lingjiang fell to the side of the vegetable washing pool in an instant In the vegetable basket on the table, pick and choose the leftover vegetables in an unnoticed corner.

He picked it for a while, feeling aggrieved. Yin Nineteen is a prince, general, master of a pavilion, and younger brother of the ancient god of war. How could his bird be reduced to picking up leftovers?

Picking up a few vegetable leaves, Ling Jiang was about to peck some glutinous rice cakes secretly, when a palace maid suddenly walked in from outside the imperial dining room, crying as soon as she entered, put down the plate, and squatted on the ground.

Immediately, two nuns surrounded her, glanced outside, closed the hall door softly, and asked her what was wrong in a low voice.

The maid raised her body, and Ling Jiang saw that there was a large stain on the dress on her chest, which was directly splashed by the soup. Her hands and neck were red and swollen, and they were scalded.

A nanny stroked the maid's head vigorously, and whispered, "The First Prince still doesn't eat?"

The palace lady nodded with tears in her eyes, and said in a soft voice, "Since he's crazy..." Eyelashes trembled, she glanced around with fearful eyes, and said: "Since the eldest prince has been ill, he has refused to take care of himself." When you eat something, you send it and throw it out."

She straightened her clothes and said softly: "I heard from a sister that a few days ago a court lady was hit by a porcelain bottle thrown out and hurt her head, shed a lot of blood, and fainted on the spot. gone."

Mammy sighed: "Then you have to eat, haven't you invited the imperial doctor yet?"

The palace maid hurriedly covered her lips, bit her teeth, and said, "Nurse, please don't say any more. The empress has tried her best to suppress the news that the eldest prince is ill. If you are..."

At this time, someone opened the door and came in. The two women on the ground hurriedly separated. The person who came was a cook from the imperial dining room.

The palace lady seemed to be familiar with him, and said angrily, "My brother didn't say anything when he came in."

The cook closed the door behind his back and said together: "I heard what you just said, and I also know that the third prince of Le Xian Palace also suffers from this disease, and they are hiding it."

The palace maid said, "Why?"

The cook said: "Don't you know, a monk came to the palace a few days ago, and now he lives in Ziwei Palace."

"Your Majesty devoted himself to the Buddha. Isn't it common for monks to come to the palace to give lectures?"

The cook moved his lips mysteriously. Before he dared to speak out, he only dared to say with his lips: "I don't know, that monk is His Majesty's blood."

They said that the voice became smaller and smaller in the end, Ling Jiang quietly walked around the three of them from the vegetable washing pool, stretched his neck, and only heard that sentence. I wanted to say something, but the sound of the Royal Forest Army changing shifts came from outside, and the people in the dining room immediately dispersed like birds and beasts, and each went about their own work, occasionally meeting their gazes, all of them looked panic-stricken.

While they were not paying attention, Ling Jiang grabbed a few vegetable leaves, stole half a white steamed bun and a pig's trotter, and flew to the eaves with them. Fortunately, it was not big but had a lot of strength.

The orange cat smelled the pig's trotters and immediately jumped up, throwing away the little bird in its arms. The little bird rolled down the eaves and was quickly caught by Lingjiang's eyes and claws.

It was dizzy, lying on Lingjiang's body in a huff, and complained to Lingjiang meowingly.

Lingjiang heard it yelling, and wanted to throw it out again.

He placed a cat and a bird in the bird's nest of a hundred-year-old tree in the palace, hesitated a little, and flew in one direction.

According to what he eavesdropped tonight, the eldest prince and the third prince in the palace are definitely sick. Although Lingjiang doesn't know Yin Chenglan's detailed plan, he has carefully and secretly calculated its feasibility before, and the number is uncertain. Too much, everything Yin Nineteen does is mysterious and mysterious, all relying on playing with people's hearts and applauding.People's hearts are easy to deceive, but once they make a wrong move, or fail to achieve the desired result, the illusion they worked so hard to create in the emperor's heart will collapse.

Every step has to be like walking on eggshells.

But where did Yin Nineteen go?Ling Jiang didn't want to know where he was hiding, so he had to try to fly to the palace of the crazy eldest prince first.

He didn't take much effort, just in time to see the maid in the dining room standing in front of a dark palace with soup, and there were many maids and servants in front of the palace.

There was a cracking sound of bang bang bang bang and a woman's soft sobs in the hall. Ling Jiang jumped up to the eaves, lifted a tile, and saw a woman in a Chinese dress sitting on the ground in the dim moonlight, holding her disheveled hair tightly in her arms. She cried: "You can't go out...you can't be discovered by your father, or you will be gone...you will lose everything."

The person in his arms was crying and laughing, and yelled foolishly: "Kill...you don't believe what you say..."

Lingjiang's eyes moved, and he remembered the medicine that Yan Chu gave Yin Chenglan when he left the Valley of Miraculous Doctors.

It turned out to be the case.

This night, the stars floated in the sky, shining high on the Ziwei star wall of the Dajing Palace, moving northward and dimming, and the Taiwei wall and Tianshi wall on both sides were divided into two sides, until the dawn came out of the sky, and on the foggy sky, trembling A hard-to-see star has already been born in the center of the two companion stars, and Ziwei is getting darker, and this star will be bright.

The candles in the secret pavilion went out with a puff, and the tiny blasting sound alarmed the people inside. Du Yun shivered for a moment, looked up at the emperor quickly, lowered his eyelashes again, and said, "I... really saw the mountain with my own eyes. Zen Master Yue passed away."

The prime minister on the side squinted, and the cloudy eyeballs shot out from the folded eyelids: "Did you ever mention anything about the fate of the country?"

Du Yun was stunned for a moment, remembering the trick that Prince Huaiyuan wanted, he felt a burst of anger, and the words that were pressed in his throat were almost blurted out, but those words were only tossed between Du Yun's lips and teeth a few times, and then swallowed again. .

Up to now, there is nowhere to be angry, nowhere to complain.

Du Yun moved his lips, wanting to answer the Prime Minister's words, when there was a sudden commotion outside, and then someone hurriedly knelt outside the secret pavilion and said loudly, "Your Majesty, something happened to Linyuan Palace and Zhaoyang Palace."

The emperor strode out after hearing the news, and before he could ask, he saw several billowing black smoke billowing like black dragon claws, rushing straight into the sky under the blue dawn, and the place where the fire broke out was the bedroom of the First Prince and the Third Prince.

There was an endless stream of people fighting the fire, and in the place illuminated by the fire, some people were laughing and cursing, and they danced and danced in the fire. When the emperor saw the people in the fire clearly, horror and anger rushed to his forehead.

The eldest prince was disheveled, and smiled at the emperor in the burning fire: "No word is true... No word is true..."

Just as the emperor was about to rush forward, he paused and looked at him in shock.

The first prince is crazy, the third prince is, the fourth prince, the sixth prince, and the few princes in the palace are all delirious and look like idiots. The crazy first prince set the palace on fire, and that's when the emperor knew about it.

On a hundred-year-old tree, the little yellow bird was pecking at the fire pocket, squinting at the farce below, and already understood the purpose of Yin Chenglan's drug in his heart.

"Chi Chi, Chi Chi, Chi Chi"

At this moment, the eldest prince's idiotic laughter suddenly came from above his head, Lingjiang was taken aback, and goose bumps all over his body, he raised his head, and saw his little bird cub in the bird's nest. Learn from things.

Lingjiang: "..."

Can it be killed?

"You are hiding it from me, you dare to hide it from me!" The emperor was furious, watching the imperial doctor come and go in and out of the palaces of several princes, pointing at them, his hands trembling angrily: "If something happens to my prince , you are all buried with me!"

The eldest prince's mother and concubine knelt at the head of the concubines, and when she heard the emperor's accusation, she wiped her tears and said, "Yingwan is my concubine's heart, why doesn't my concubine feel sorry for him, but he suddenly behaves like this, my concubine can't say it!"

"Can't say it? Who gave you the courage to keep it from me?" The emperor widened his eyes.

The woman asked: "Who is the person that the emperor put in Ziwei Palace? On the night he entered the palace, something was wrong with the emperor. I heard... I heard..."

There was rain on her face: "If the emperor knows that the emperor has become like this, will he immediately—"

Seeing the emperor glaring at her fiercely, she immediately dared not say any more.

The emperor said: "Okay, now all of you want to control the establishment of the crown prince, right! You—"

The emperor was furious, his eyes darkened, and he passed out.

Everyone hurriedly went to help the emperor. A guard in the crowd glanced at the messy palace and retreated into the dark thoughtfully.

The first thing the emperor said when he woke up from the coma was that I was going to kill that demon monk.

Du Yun, who had been guarding His Highness all the time, heard that he was a little confused about King Huaiyuan's plan.

In Ziwei Palace, the Imperial Forest Army held sharp long knives and asked Rui Si to face the saint.

Yixuan was worried, grabbed the person who stood up and walked out, and said anxiously: "My lord, is there no news yet, if the emperor is against you..."

Ruisi patted his head lightly, and said in a low voice: "He has his own things to do, and he won't show up again. I'll do the rest."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand to Yixuan, and left with the Imperial Forest Army.

Seeing Ruisi again, the emperor leaned against the bed rail, his hair drooping, and he described it as gloomy. Hearing the voice, his eyes pierced through the Imperial Forest Army's long knife and nailed it to Ruisi.

"Do you know that I'm going to kill you?"

Ruisi glanced at the sharp blade in front of him and smiled slightly.

The emperor frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

Ruisi clasped his palms together and said aloud: "Amitabha, if Your Majesty must kill the poor monk, let the poor monk drive away the evil and cure the illnesses of the princes first."

The emperor said: "You really only know." He looked at him gloomyly: "What did you do to the emperor?"

Rui Sidao: "There is a lot of cursing and resentment in the palace, the Buddha's light on the poor monk's body washed over them, and the resentment has nowhere to escape, so it got into the bodies of several princes."

The emperor slapped the table coldly: "You don't really think that I will believe your rumors to confuse people!"

Rui Sidao: "Does Your Majesty know where the most resentful place in the palace is?"

The emperor frowned, and thoughtfully said: "Did you hear what the princes said?"

The emperor was taken aback, looking at him, the anger on his face disintegrated little by little, replaced by panic that was difficult for others to understand.

Unbelievable...

The majestic Ninth Five-Year Lord actually broke his promise, broke his promise, and murdered like hemp...

No, he wasn't the emperor at that time, it doesn't count, it doesn't count!

The emperor's eyes were filled with blood for a moment, as if this sentence was a valve that suddenly opened a certain place in his heart, and countless pools of dark red blood that never dried up, never disappeared, and never calmed flowed out.

He promised Ruisi to drive away evil spirits for the princes, and saw a faint black air appear on the face of his son who kept chanting those four words. The prince's face faded and disappeared into the air.

The emperor stood aside, and suddenly took a few steps back, as if avoiding something, he retreated to the gate of the hall, and said in a hurry: "The Zen master will come to the palace later."

After speaking, he didn't realize that he had said the wrong thing and called the wrong person, so he walked away restlessly.

Ruisi looked at his figure, and sat on the edge of the bed with a clean smile.

Du Yun stood in the distance, squinting at the boy.

The young man seemed to feel something, and turned his head and smiled at him indifferently.

This calm smile made Du Yun's heart tremble, and he tasted the blood rust of decisive killing.

The night was dark, and in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the emperor leaned against the head of the bed, watching the candlelight jumping on the wall without saying a word.

The father-in-law who was serving beside the emperor secretly looked at his master's expression, knowing that he would have a difficult night. Whenever he mentioned that matter, the emperor was always ghastly, as if he could jump up and strangle him to death at any time .

"Do you think the prince is dead? Shanyue said that he was seriously injured and would not live long. None of the people I sent out found his whereabouts. He seemed to have evaporated suddenly, but I always felt that he was not dead. Stare at me." The emperor said.

The father-in-law swallowed, not knowing how to answer.

Thinking of that person, the emperor's head hurt so badly, the father-in-law hurriedly stepped forward to help the emperor lie down, and whispered: "Chan Master Shanyue is the number one eminent monk in Dajing personally conferred by His Majesty. Since the Zen master said so, the servant thinks it should be done." No mistake, Your Majesty does not need to worry too much, it is important to take care of the dragon body."

The emperor sneered: "I haven't seen the prince's body, so I will never sleep well. Besides, Shanyue can't even protect herself, so how can I feel at ease."

Gonggong said: "I heard that after some masters cultivated to become a Buddha and ascended to heaven, their fleshy bodies left in the human world will be disintegrated, so an eminent monk like Chan Master Shanyue may have enough Taoism and practice..."

Before he finished speaking, seeing the emperor's eyes, he fell silent like a cicada.

The emperor looked at him coldly: "I was thinking, if you believe in Shanyue so devoutly, would you also feel that Shanyue's letter,,,,, I should follow his wishes and canonize the crown prince."

The father-in-law was terrified, and he knelt down with a puff, trembling all over: "This slave deserves to die, this slave is talking nonsense, this slave deserves to die, Your Majesty, spare me."

The emperor gave him a serious look, lay down on the dragon bed, and ordered coldly: "Turn off the lights."

The father-in-law stood up with lingering fear, trotted to the glazed lamp stand beside the bed, extinguished the candle, took out a piece of tranquilizing incense and put it in the incense burner in the dark.

A faint fragrance filled the room.

The emperor frowned, closed his eyes, and said, "Is it the incense candle left by Shanyue?"

It was only then that the father-in-law remembered that he had made a big mistake, and the emperor was furious because of this man's long face. Now he forgot again: "Slave, slave, just replace the incense."

The emperor hummed, sniffing the scent, feeling his eyelids getting heavy, he waved his hands in a dazed way: "No, just wait." After speaking, he fell into a dream.

The father-in-law kneeling on the ground lay still for a long time, until the night came in through the window, he raised his head, and looked at the sleeping emperor silently through the night.

The emperor's peaceful sleeping face suddenly twitched, and the center of his eyebrows twitched. He didn't know what he had dreamed of, his face turned ferocious, and his limbs twitched, as if someone was strangling his neck.

"Don't come here...I'm going to kill you..."

Panting heavily, cold sweat instantly covered the emperor's forehead.

The father-in-law who was kneeling on the ground seemed to have expected it long ago, and looked at him quietly.

The emperor was trapped in a nightmare, struggling violently, sweating profusely, until he suddenly sat up, the eunuch hurriedly got up and ran over: "Your Majesty, are you having a nightmare again?"

The emperor gasped violently in his chest, his eyes straightened, he grabbed his father-in-law's sleeve, and said: "Call Shanyue, I want to see Shanyue!"

The father-in-law nodded, rushed out and said to the Imperial Forest Army outside the door: "Your Majesty is having nightmares again, please go and invite Mr. Ruisi over."

Ruisi arrived soon, and used the method of Shanyue and Shanyue to calm the emperor down.

The light in the palace was dim, and the candles were flickering. The emperor looked at the face similar to himself with lingering fear, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Rui Si stood aside with low eyebrows and said, "Your Majesty, please sleep, there is a poor monk here, and those souls dare not enter Your Majesty's dream."

His words made the emperor's eyes shrink, and he glanced around in panic.Although the emperor ate fast and recited Buddha's name, he didn't believe in these strange powers and chaotic gods at all. The reason why he made offerings to Buddha was just to subdue a certain evil spirit.

The emperor nodded wearily, lay back down, and at the moment he closed his eyes, he looked at Ruisi again, his lips moved.

When the emperor fell into a deep sleep, Ruisi took out a piece of agarwood from his sleeve and handed it over. The father-in-law who was waiting by the bed immediately caught it, and quickly replaced the incense in the incense burner.

The fragrant mist entered his nostrils, and the man on the bed fell into a deep sleep after smelling it, his frowning brows loosened, and a relaxed expression appeared on his face, while the two people in the hall had already covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves.

Shanyue's fragrance is filled with ghost grass, and Ruisi's fragrance is filled with mandala. One makes people feel uneasy and disturbed, and the other makes people feel like they are in a fairyland. Both are from the hands of the genius doctor Yan Chu.

Rui Si and Eunuch exchanged glances, Eunuch went out to dismiss the guards, and they sat in front of the steps of the palace, guarding the emperor who was intoxicated in his dream.

The evening wind slipped away from the eaves, and two small heads came out quietly. Ling Jiang hugged the little bird and looked around. He didn't see Yin Chenglan, so he pointed to Ruisi and whispered to the little bird: " Look, your brother."

The little bird cub looked at the back of his brother's smooth head, and nervously stroked his own bird head. It felt the fluffy fur, its little black eyes narrowed, and it smiled like a little crescent moon.

Cubs are scared to death.

Lingjiang: "..."

Are you afraid that you will be bald too? It's pretty stinky.

The sky was getting brighter, and Lingjiang saw Ruisi and his father-in-law entering the palace. He had no spells and couldn't help, so he had to take his son to watch secretly, waiting for Yin Chenglan to appear.

The emperor slept very peacefully. When he opened his eyes, he saw Rui Si standing beside the bed. The hazy glow was draped behind the young man. He was tall and tall, like a gentle statue of a god.

The emperor thought of the peaceful sleep in the second half of the night, and felt an indescribable joy and relaxation in his body. He looked at the young man who had guarded him all night, and a tinge of warmth flowed through his cold chest.

"Is Your Majesty feeling better?" Rui Si asked.

The emperor sat up, stretched his limbs, and looked sideways at him.

After a moment of silence, he said, "I'm already healed."

Ruisi breathed a sigh of relief, put his palms together and recited Amitabha.

The emperor said: "You, Zen..."

I don't even know how to call him.

Rui Sidao: "The poor monk's dharma name is Kongchen."

empty dust.The emperor opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't come out, so he had to ask, "What's your common name?"

"Reiss."

The emperor nodded: "Go and rest."

Ruisi stepped back, and the emperor watched his back disappear into the bright sky outside the palace. The original disgust and anger faded a little bit, replaced by a faint pride rising from the bottom of his heart, and a vague melancholy.

His every move was taken into the eyes of the eunuch bowing beside him.

When Rui Si returned to Ziwei Palace, there were still guards in front of the palace, but he knew that their plan was about to come true.

On the second night, the emperor was still awakened by the nightmare, so Ruisi went to comfort him with Zen scriptures, and secretly asked his father-in-law to replace Chenxiang.

After five days in a row, the guards in front of Ziwei Palace were removed.

The eldest prince who was recovering from illness found out that his father was bewitched by the demon monk, so he joined the third prince, fourth prince, and sixth prince to go to Ziwei Palace aggressively, wanting to see what kind of monsters lived inside.

When they went, they happened to meet the emperor and Ruisi sitting on the couch, explaining the scriptures and Zen.When the emperor heard the reason, he was furious, and reprimanded the princes for not repaying their kindness. If Ruisi hadn't acted, they would have gone crazy.

The eldest prince knelt on the ground, looking at the young man beside his father, his eyes were full of viciousness: "If he hadn't entered the palace, how could I and my younger brothers have this madness. I see, it is this person who secretly Make tricks, harm my son..."

"Shut up!" the emperor said, "Yingwan, I always thought that you are generous, kind, talented and virtuous, and you are an example for the princes. If you don't even understand this matter, how can I feel at ease..."

The emperor realized that he had slipped his tongue, and immediately shut up, glaring at the people in the hall angrily.

The eldest prince was taken aback for a moment, even though the emperor didn't say it, he had already heard the meaning, he quickly knelt down, put away the arrogance just now, and said regretfully: "Father, please don't get angry, my son, my son is just suffering People bewitched, Cai, Cai made a mistake, not against him."

The emperor knew it was all an excuse, but he didn't intend to expose it, so he gave him an annoyed look: "Hurry up, it's embarrassing."

The eldest prince suppressed the joy in his heart, and led the person away in desperation.

The emperor turned his head, saw Ruisi's calm face, suddenly remembered Shanyue's letter, his heart tightened, and he looked at him vigilantly.

The latter seemed unaware, with a smile on the corners of his lips, watched the eldest prince leave Ziwei Palace, and then met the emperor's eyes.

The emperor tentatively said: "If Yingwan's character is half as good as yours, I can rest easy."

Rui Si smiled: "The reason why the eldest prince has acted like this is the responsibility of His Majesty."

The emperor frowned and asked, "Why did you say that?"

Ruisi replied: "Your Majesty, the foundation of the world comes from the crown prince, who is the heart of all officials. If you want to establish yourself, you can rest assured."

The emperor frowned fiercely, pressed the corner of the table with one hand, and said, "Are you persuading me to establish a crown prince?"

Rui Si nodded: "The eldest prince's heart is kind, His Majesty's heart is on your side, that is, you might as well make a decision as soon as possible, not only to stabilize the officials, but also to stabilize the prince's heart."

The emperor's frowning brows were slightly puzzled, he looked at Rui Si inscrutablely, and asked with deep meaning: "Are Rui Si's words come from the heart?"

Rui Si smiled and nodded: "Your Majesty, a false name is of no use to the poor monk. As long as the river and mountains are stable, the poor monk will be satisfied."

The emperor was stunned. It wasn't the reason why he was afraid of this person all the time. If this child had never coveted the crown prince's position...

The emperor hesitated to speak: "What was written in Ke Shanyue's letter——"

Rui Sidao: "Guarding my great cause for a hundred years and ensuring that my rivers and mountains will last forever is the wish of the poor monk. No matter what the status of the poor monk is, he will do his best to ensure peace."

The emperor was surprised, he stood up all of a sudden: "You, what you said is true?"

Ruisi nodded obediently, and an unspeakable feeling rose in the emperor's heart. This child has an incomparable innocence. He came from thousands of miles away, never resenting himself, never arguing and resenting. He can also stay by his bed without hesitation. He is his own blood and a believer in Buddha. He will not harm himself and the prince, and he can protect himself and the country in the palace. If this is the case, he is It is not acceptable for this child to stay and stay by his side. When he is restless, when everyone is coveting his throne, he will stand by his side as usual.

A servant brought something, Rui Si brought it up, put it in front of the emperor, and said in a gentle voice: "Your Majesty, this is a soup made by a poor monk for your Majesty. Serving it can calm your mind and prolong your life."

The emperor's eyes lit up with joy, and he said, "I'm not your majesty, I'm your father, Ruisi, you call me father."

Ruisi froze for a moment, his clear eyes filled with hazy water vapor, he had never lost his composure before, turned his head away, and after a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "Father."

The emperor was overjoyed: "Okay, okay."

Ruisi pushed the soup over.

The emperor drank it and said, "I have wronged you these days."

Ruisi shook her head with red eyes.

The emperor said: "Since I have recognized you, it's time to give you a title. Let me think about what it is good to canonize you."

Rui Si said: "The poor monk can see His Majesty...Father, I am satisfied."

The emperor stood up and walked back and forth in the Ziwei Palace, then came back and said: "No, you are the real prince, how can you be nameless and have no status."

Rui Si sighed softly, held the Buddha beads, and said: "There is no rush at this moment, Father, be careful not to think too much and affect your body."

The emperor smiled happily, and was completely satisfied with Rui Si's obedient and thoughtful words: "I listen to you, and I'm not in a hurry. Let me think about what to confer for you, and hold a canonization ceremony for you in a few days."

After speaking, he left Ziwei Palace with a loud smile.

The palace of Ziwei fell silent, the sun shone long into the palace, reflecting the lonely figure of that person, Ruisi lowered his head and held the prayer beads tightly.

Behind the curtain, a young monk Yixuan came over quietly, grabbed the door of the hall and looked out, then trotted over on tiptoe, and said, "My lord, what does His Majesty want to grant you?"

Rui Si knelt down facing the west, took off the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and put them into the hands of the little monk. He smiled slightly: "It's not important."

His slender fingertips slid across the corner of his eyes, looked at a drop of water on his fingertips, and said expressionlessly, "It's time to end."

As soon as the canonization came out, the court was in an uproar, all civil and military officials peeked at each other, and they didn't know what the emperor wanted to canonize Ruisi. Everyone speculated and rumors spread, but the emperor didn't hear it, and only ordered the Minister of Rites to prepare for the canonization. .

Only the eldest prince seemed to have taken a reassurance. Every day when the emperor went to Ziwei Palace to meditate, he also listened to Zen and practiced Taoism.

Three days later, the canonization ceremony began, and before meeting the officials, Ruisi met the emperor.

There is no one else in the study room, and there are two silk imperial decrees in front of the Nine Dragons Royal Case. The emperor is looking at it intently, with the Jade Seal of Chuanguo beside his hand.

Seeing Ruisi, the emperor called him over and said, "I've thought about it for the past few days, and what you said that day made sense. I'm old, so it's time for me to be crowned prince. Today I'm not only going to make you a prince, At the same time, let’s settle the matter of the prince.”

Ruisi smiled, and brought a bowl of soup to the emperor's hand: "Father, take the soup before going."

The emperor's old consolation: "You still have a heart, and remember the father every day."

He drank it down, lifted his robe, stood up, strode out of the study, and found that Rui Si hadn't followed, so he went to inquire. When he turned around, he saw the young man standing in the hall with his hands down, with an inscrutable expression on his face. smile.

The emperor frowned, and when he was about to speak, he felt intense dizziness before his eyes. He couldn't even stand up, staggered and fell to the ground. He was shocked in his heart, and stretched out his finger to Ruisi with difficulty. His lips trembled, and anger welled up in his heart .

Ruisi held his hand and said softly, "Father, I will take you to meet someone."

The emperor opened his eyes and saw a desolate palace with a dead willow tree in front of the palace. He remembered that every summer the willow swayed in the wind, covering a large area of ​​mottled shade.

Under the shade, there is a royal couch carved from red nanmu. There are always a few days every year, that person will rush back from the busy battlefield, and sometimes he will sit under the tree without even taking off his black armor, holding a jar of wine , Smiled at him: "Brother Huang is here."

This is the Evergreen Palace that has been desolate for a long time.

The emperor's eyes shrank, and the old memories that were originally green and red suddenly lost their color and became dark and gloomy. Then countless glaring blood gushed out from the falling head, splashing all over him. He hid for a while in a daze. wake up.

The willow tree, the couch of the imperial concubine, the young prince, and the head of the dying prince all disappeared. The emperor saw jars placed under the dead trees, from under the trees to the steps in front of the Evergreen Palace.

Sitting on the steps was a man in black clothes hanging down to the ground. It was Yin Chenglan who had disappeared for a long time.

Holding an urn in his hand, Yin Chenglan didn't look at him: "Brother Huang, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

The emperor got up from the ground in embarrassment, glanced behind him in a panic, and found that there was no guard around him, he suddenly panicked.

"How did you get in?"

Yin Chenglan turned his head and said with a smile, "I've been here all along, and I'm here to see you off today."

The emperor took a step back, rushed to the gate of the courtyard and yanked the latch hard.

Yin Chenglan said: "This is the door locked by King Rui, whom the emperor wants to confer personally."

The emperor's face paled all of a sudden, and he said furiously: "He is...he is your man!"

Yin Chenglan said: "I might as well tell you, not only he is, but also Zen Master Shanyue, the most trusted brother of the emperor, and even the eunuch father-in-law next to the emperor is also a member of the palace. Without them, how could the emperor not sleep well day and night?" Well, for a heartless and heartless person like Brother Dahuang, he must be reminded constantly by important people before he can remember it deeply."

The emperor thought of the bloody scene that was staring at him everywhere in the dark, and the bloody scene that was repeated forever in the dream. He thought it was him who had committed the crime of murder and was a guilty conscience. Now he realized that it was Yin Chenglan who had exhausted all means to remind him of that scene. Things, kept recalling in the dream.

The emperor's footsteps were almost unsteady: "You kill me now, if you kill me..."

Yin Chenglan smiled slightly, sitting in the sun, he was unparalleled in beauty and demeanor, but only the emperor knew the coldness behind his calm smile.

Yin Chenglan continued his words: "Dajing is still singing and dancing, and the people live and work in peace and contentment as usual. There will be no change. For them, you are just a dispensable existence."

The emperor's chest heaved violently, and every frown on his old face was full of anger and panic. He tried to argue: "No, I am a wise king, and I will be famous forever. If you kill me, the world will be in chaos. The country you worked so hard to build will be violated again, you..."

Yin Chenglan sighed softly: "Ruisi will become a wise king and take over your country, just like you once took away my things."

Thinking of that ridiculous last letter, the emperor laughed loudly: "I was not bewitched by you, I never made him the crown prince, and I didn't let you succeed."

Yin Chenglan shook his head and threw the jar in his hand to the ground.

The ashes urn was broken in front of the emperor, revealing the silk yellow silk of the imperial decree.

The emperor opened the imperial decree and saw the familiar handwriting inside, which said to pass on the throne to Ruisi, and there was the imprint of the Jade Seal of Chuanguo beside it-Yin Chenglan had always been good at imitating human handwriting.

He laughed and said, "You don't think my purpose is really your throne, do you?"

If he wanted it, he could have it at his fingertips.

However, this is definitely not what Yin Chenglan wants.

The emperor staggered and bumped into an urn. He made two wrong steps in embarrassment and sat on the ground.

Nothing, he has nothing.

Yin Chenglan looked at his distraught look, but his eyes showed unbearable, he put away his wicked smile, stared at the emperor on the ground for a while, and said: "Why don't you, brother, kowtow three times to these people who died unjustly?" , if Brother Huang sincerely realizes his mistake, I can spare your life."

The emperor suddenly raised his head and looked at him in disbelief: "You, what you said is true?"

His heart shrank tightly, because this sentence hung high.

Yin Chenglan pressed the center of his eyebrows, and the corners of his eyes were tired.

"Brother, I'm tired."

Yin Chenglan opened his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "It's up to now, brother Huang, so what if you try."

The emperor was surprised, but now there was no better choice, he hesitated in his heart, thinking that if he could leave here, he would still have a chance to kill him, kill Ruisi, kill all the people who betrayed him, and he would still be able to stand up.

So, the emperor lowered his hands, knelt down in humiliation, and kowtowed stiffly.

Yin Chenglan looked at 140 urns in the courtyard, and said worriedly: "Brother Huang is so dishonest, how can you make the lonely souls in the underground forgive you?"

The emperor glared at him angrily, Yin Chenglan looked at him calmly, asking His Majesty the emperor to choose between life and death.

The emperor was furious, and wanted to cut Yin Chenglan into five horses, but now he was treated like a knife, so he had to bow his head.The emperor was helpless, thinking that as long as he survived, he could endure humiliation, as long as he could stand up, he could still... The emperor stared at Yin Chenglan gloomily, gritted his teeth and kowtowed heavily.

The heavy kowtow hit Yin Chenglan's heart, echoing his torture and pain in the past ten years.

He watched the emperor kowtow, his expression becoming more and more indifferent.

After knocking, the emperor stood up and looked at Yin Chenglan nervously.

Yin Chenglan was expressionless, and waved his hands: "Brother Huang admitted his mistake, then let's go."

Don't look at him anymore.

Surprised and delighted, the emperor secretly mocked Yin Chenglan's soft heart, and walked towards the door.

One step, two steps, three steps.

His ankles suddenly went limp, and he knelt heavily on the ground. The emperor spat out big mouthfuls of bright red blood.

He fell into a pool of blood, turned his head, and saw Yin Chenglan slowly curling his lips in the blood, smiling like a demon crawling out of hell.

It's not easy to gain your trust,