Han Shitou stood leaning forward and glanced at the emperor from the side.
The emperor looked at his palms in trance.
"Back then, he was just such a little lump. When I looked at him, I felt happy in my heart. The feeling of being connected by blood made me suddenly realize that life is so interesting."
"Stone."
"My slave is here."
The emperor smiled and asked: "Tell me, should I let this traitor die without a burial place, or what?"
Han Shitou said respectfully: "This is your Majesty's family matter. I dare not speak nonsense."
"I allow you to say."
"Slave... I dare not say it."
The emperor glanced at him and said, "I haven't been to the Ancestral Temple for a long time."
Han Shitou lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, today is not a day for sacrifice."
The Imperial Ancestral Temple enshrines the emperors of the Tang dynasty and the deities worthy of the Imperial Ancestral Temple officials, and a sacrificial ceremony is held every year.
The emperor said calmly: "The Ancestral Temple is also my family temple. When can I go?"
"yes."
Then the emperor changed his clothes and left the opera garden.
Yang Xuan stood outside and was dizzy due to the sun, but he didn't expect the emperor to come out.
"When Your Majesty travels, others should avoid it!"
Several guards were the first to clear the way.
Yang Xuan quickly avoided it.
The emperor came out. Some people were holding umbrellas, while others were holding miscellaneous things.
Yang Xuan glanced at this cousin. He was quite handsome, even with a Taoist air, but his two eyeballs were a bit annoying.
The emperor glanced at him, and Han Shitou whispered: "Prince Zhongyun Yang Xuan is the one who saved the imperial concubine."
The emperor remembered, and this person was the one who entered the East Palace by name.
He looked at the face that was slightly darkened by the sun, and suddenly some inexplicable memories came back to him.
"Let him come too."
What does this old dog mean... Han Shitou was shocked, but he did not delay the matter at all. He nodded to Yang Xuan and said, "Your Majesty summons you."
Yang Xuan's heart trembled, and he stepped forward to salute, "I have met Your Majesty."
The emperor didn't even raise his eyes as he was surrounded and moved forward.
Han Shitou glanced at Yang Xuan and said, "Follow me."
Where is this going?
Why did you call me?
Yang Xuan was confused, guessing the purpose of this trip.
Only when he saw An coming to the door did Yang Xuan know that he was coming to the Ancestral Temple.
There are three gates in the south of the imperial city, the middle one is Zhuque Gate.
Outside Zhuque Gate is Zhuque Avenue, a thoroughfare that splits the city of Chang'an, with Chang'an County on one side and Wannian County on the other.
To the east of the Zhuque Gate is the Anshang Gate, and inside the Anshang Gate is the Ancestral Temple.
The four walls of the Imperial Ancestral Temple have different colors. Each wall has a large room with three doors, and each door is lined with twenty-four halberds.
A very solemn and quiet place.
The emperor stood in front of the middle gate, looking a little confused.
Han Shitou was behind him, and Yang Xuan was farther away. He didn't know where he should follow.
The emperor entered the house.
Inside are placed the emperor's sacred tablets.
Yang Xuan took a sneak peek and saw several of the emperor's divine masters.
The emperor saluted first, and then turned around the tablets one by one.
He stood in front of Emperor Xuande's tablet and said, "It's a little gray."
Han Shitou said without hesitation: "Take it!"
"Slave...wuwuwu!"
The chamberlain in charge was fat and struggled very hard. When Han Shitou saw that the two chamberlains couldn't control him, he walked over and kicked him.
The world is quiet.
The emperor's voice was soft, like mumbling to himself.
"When Aweng was here, he was very kind to the filial emperor. Whenever he had something good, he would be the first to give it to the East Palace. I was young at that time, so I was quite envious of him."
"I go to the East Palace to play when I have nothing to do. I respect the emperor and always give him some good things...I am never stingy."
"But at that time, I was thinking, why don't these things belong to me?"
At this moment, only Han Shitou was outside, and even Yang Xuan stood far away.
The emperor walked slowly.
There is a lonely tablet there.
Han Shitou took one look and lowered his head.
Deep in his eyes, the overwhelming hatred suddenly erupted and then disappeared.
The emperor looked at this divine master in a daze.
Yang Xuan had already seen the God Lord, and he felt like his whole body was trembling, but in fact he was not shaking at all.
His nose felt a little sore, his eyes felt hot, and an inexplicable emotion made him want to cry.
He listened with rapt attention.
But I only heard fragments of words.
"Do you hate me?"
The emperor smiled.
"Aye ascended the throne and gave you the temple title of Yi Zong, but I canceled it after I ascended the throne. I was thinking, since Aweng feels that you are filial, why not continue to use the posthumous title of "Filial Piety to the Emperor" given by Aweng."
The emperor looked at the god who was filial to the emperor and smiled.
"I still have a few of your children and grandchildren. For no reason, I just want to see you when you were in your prime, but now your children and grandchildren are living like quails. I look at it... with joy!"
Han Shitou's eyes were calm.
"Your children and grandchildren are still there, and so are my children and grandchildren. Today, I suddenly wonder, since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, how many of the first princes of each emperor have died a good death?"
Yang Xuan heard the word "good death".
A good death...Old dog, do you still want a good death?
He didn't know what happened behind that glass of poisoned wine. But judging from the reactions of Yang Lue, Yi Niang, Cao Ying and others to the false emperor, if the rebellion was successful, it would be a big deal if the false emperor could be killed with one sword.
His ancestors accumulated good deeds. No, it was he who accumulated good deeds himself.
This is the last god master, and the other side is empty.
The next one should be the dog-like Supreme Emperor Li Yuan who is currently living in the palace.
The emperor left the Ancestral Temple and returned to his pear garden.
Yang Xuan returned to the East Palace halfway.
In the Liyuan, the imperial concubine was lying lazily on the couch, while two palace maids were rubbing her shoulders.
The weather is hot, and the imperial concubine has a plump figure, and her sweat is filled with oil. It is difficult to knead it, and her hands will slip even with a little force.
The two maids rubbed their heads until they were sweating profusely.
"His Majesty."
The emperor came in. The imperial concubine wanted to get up, but he gently held her down and said, "Don't worry about me."
The emperor knelt down in front of the table. The imperial concubine got up, came over wearing a gauze veil, and knelt down beside him. "How many dances have I composed, your Majesty, would you like to see it?"
The emperor smiled and said: "What style?"
The imperial concubine blinked quickly and said playfully: "Happy."
The emperor shook his head, "I want to see the golden horse and the iron horse today!"
Then the imperial concubine stood up and put on her military uniform again.
After the song, the imperial concubine was soaked to the skin.
For the first time, the emperor was breathless and said calmly: "Okay!"
The imperial concubine was helped up, someone helped to undress, someone helped to wipe away the sweat, and she was busy all the time.
"Hongyan."
"Erlang."
The emperor looked at her and said, "The prince has been on the move lately."
The imperial concubine said without hesitation: "Erlang will handle it himself."
The emperor smiled and said, "Don't you feel bad?"
The imperial concubine immediately knelt down and said, "Your Majesty..."
The emperor smiled and said: "I just said casually and helped him up."
Two palace men went over to help the imperial concubine.
With tears in her eyes, the imperial concubine said, "Your Majesty, I never have such thoughts."
"I know." The emperor smiled and said, "The prince is seriously ill. Do you think I should go and see him?"
The imperial concubine shook her head.
"There are soldiers lurking behind the prince's palace, waiting for me to visit." The emperor held a jade pendant in his hand and threw it on the table.
"Hongyan, do you think I should keep him alive or deal with him?"
The imperial concubine lowered her head, her white neck trembling, "I dare not interfere in this matter."
The emperor put his hand on the concubine's neck and rubbed it carefully.
The imperial concubine was motionless, as if she were a doll.
The hand gradually slid to his shoulder, and the emperor smiled and said: "Stone."
Han Shitou stepped forward and said, "My servant is here."
"You take the people with you."
"Yes." Han Shitou asked softly, "What should I do?"
Later, the imperial concubine came out of here.
As soon as she walked out, goosebumps suddenly broke out all over her body.
"I want to change."
Later, she sat on the tiger and covered her face with her hands. The huge fear subsided at this moment, and tears fell silently.
…
East Palace.
Zhong Sui was discussing matters with others.
There were more than ten people in the check-in room, and it was a bit stuffy. Even if there was ice, it was still hot.
"His Royal Highness is seriously ill."
Zhong Sui looked at everyone.
Prince Shaozhan Shi Wang Xian, right concubine Zhang Liang, He Guang. Zhongsheren Huang Liang...
"On this occasion, you must fulfill your duties faithfully!"
Wang Xian took the lead, "Take the order!"
Huang Liang sniffed, "Mr. Zhong, over there with His Highness..."
Wang Xian said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, it's safe."
Huang Liangqiang smiled and said, "Would you like to take a look?"
"Get out first!" Zhong Sui felt that the atmosphere was too tense.
He and his deputy Wang Xian were the only ones left in the duty room.
Zhong Sui asked: "Is there anyone wrong?"
Wang Xian said softly: "Huang Liang seems unsafe."
Zhong Sui nodded, "You keep an eye on him. If something is wrong, it's an emergency, eh!"
Wang Xian nodded vigorously, "Mr. Zhong, don't worry, even if I die, I will die in front of His Highness!"
Zhong Sui smiled and said, "Peace of mind."
Wang Xian walked out and stood at the door looking around.
Most of the sunlight was blocked by him, and the room became dark.
Wang Xian then turned around and came in.
"People's hearts are not stable, how about... go to His Highness? At least to cheer up."
"That's fine."
Yang Xuan came with the emperor's instructions.
The emperor's words were: The prince is unwell and I am worried, so I will come to visit him later.
He went back to the check-in room first, "Tea! Herbal tea!"
Feng Shengtang had already prepared a pot of cold tea. Yang Xuan took it and drank it without using a cup.
Tea goes in and sweat comes out.
“Comfortable!”
Gao Yue handed over the cloth and Yang Xuan wiped his sweat, "I will go to His Highness later and make a pot of tea before I come back to drink it."
"Yes." Feng Shitang went to prepare.
After wiping away his sweat, Yang Xuan sat for a while, then got up and went to the prince's palace.
After leaving the check-in room, I saw the check-in room opening not far away.
Another prince, Zhongyun Chen Hu, came out.
He looked at Yang Xuan and nodded slightly, "Yang Zhongyun has been very popular recently! It's enviable."
Behind Yang Xuan, Gao Yue said softly: "Chen Zhongyun has recently joined the family of four surnames."
This news is very timely.
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "The wind was too strong at a high place. Yang looked down at Chen Zhongyun, thinking that Chen Zhongyun's neck would be sore when he raised his head, so he came down."
Chen Hu's eyelids twitched and he said sarcastically, "Yang Zhongyun has his father-in-law to help him, so he can naturally stand tall and see far."
This is to ridicule Yang Xuan for eating soft food.
Yang Xuan smiled and said: "Yes! Chen Zhongyun doesn't have his father-in-law to help him, has he ever been envious and jealous?"
Chen Hu: "..."
Yang Xuan was unyielding when he gained power, "I will not offend others unless they offend me. Chen Zhongyun must understand this truth."
Madan, when I ridicule you, you still have to listen and cannot fight back... What kind of truth is this?
Yang Xuan not only fought back, but also made Chen Hu speechless.
"Hahaha!" Chen Hu suddenly laughed, "We'll just wait and see."
Yang Xuan tried his best to walk under the eaves to avoid the blazing sun. Thinking of the pride in Chen Hu's eyes earlier, he felt that this man was inexplicable.
His target is not in Chang'an, let alone the East Palace. Logically, there is no conflict with Chen Hu, but this man showed up yesterday and spoke with a gun and a stick.
What the hell!
I don’t tolerate your faults!
When Yang Xuan arrived, there were already more than ten people in the palace.
More than ten people surrounded the bed, which shocked Yang Xuan's heart.
Is this a farewell visit?
Damn it!
My nephew is gone?
He regretted that he had rested for a while. If the prince went, who would he bring the emperor's words to?
He looked inside, hoping to prevent Zhong Sui from following him and taking the emperor's message with him.
Be sad!
Yang Xuan tried hard to think about the sad things, and finally thought of the state of mind he had when he visited the Ancestral Temple.
He went in with a sad look on his face.
"What are you here for?"
Huang Liang from Zhongshe shouted and asked.
Yang Xuan blinked his eyes, but couldn't hold back his tears, "Your Majesty has a message."
"Ahem!"
Zhong Sui coughed dryly, and everyone avoided him, revealing the prince on the bed.
The prince looked... okay, there was even some sweat on his face.
Fortunately, he is not dead!
Yang Xuan was determined and said: "I went to the Liyuan earlier to deliver a message. Your Majesty said..."
Everyone stood with their hands tied, but Yang Xuan found that there was something careless.
Not very serious.
Somewhat disrespectful.
These people are so brave!
Yang Xuan said loudly: "His Majesty's exact words: The prince is unwell and I am worried. I will come to visit later."
Everyone in the palace relaxed together. Yang Xuan saw Zhong Sui's right hand trembling slightly and thought to himself, could the old gentleman have Alzheimer's disease?
But when he turned his eyes, he noticed that the bright cheeks of the right concubine were trembling slightly.
Also, Huang Liang's whole body... was shaking like he did when he saw a farmer sifting chaff in the Southern Zhou Dynasty.
Even if there is a lot of ice placed in the bedroom, it is not cold!
Yang Xuan found that only Young Master Zhan Shi Wangxian looked normal, and even said with a pleased expression: "Your Majesty is kind, your Majesty will definitely be cured after hearing this."
The emperor is not a magic elixir, and the prince is unconscious, how does he know?
Yang Xuan looked at everyone and said, "Mr. Zhong, I will resign."
Zhong Sui said calmly: "Wait a minute."
Yang Xuan stopped.
Zhong Sui looked at him and asked: "The weather is quite hot. Your Majesty may be too exposed to the sun when traveling at this time. When you went there before, did your Majesty say how long you would like to come over?"
Yang Xuan shook his head, "The official didn't hear it, he just passed on the message."
Lao Zhong's hand shook again.
Parkinson’s confirmed!
Yang Xuan sighed for him.
Zhong Sui nodded, "Thank you for your hard work. By the way, have you ever been given any trouble when you went to the Liyuan this time?"
Why is Lao Zhong so kind?
Yang Xuan felt that there was some meaning in these words, but he had no time to figure it out at the moment.
"Not yet."
Zhong Sui said happily: "That's good."
Wang Xian smiled and said: "This shows that Mr. Zhong couldn't have been more right when he asked Yang Xuan to deliver the documents."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Everyone laughed.
The laughter was a bit sharp.
It smells like a group of eunuchs laughing in a brothel.
besides.
Why does that idiot Huang Liang laugh so hard that his whole body trembles?
Yang Xuan resigned.
He walked out.
After a while, he came back backwards.
Huang Liang's tense nerves finally couldn't bear it anymore.