The strange fragrance in the small garden spreads and is refreshing.
The Prime Minister was not in the mood to taste the strange fragrance. He stared at a eunuch diagonally opposite. His body suddenly shook, his face changed suddenly, and he stood up suddenly. At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure entering the garden, and turned to look
In the past, we only saw the saint in casual clothes walking in through the arch of the flower-filled garden. Sun Meier, the eldest grandson, was supporting the saint. The flowers could not conceal the charming face and graceful figure of the eldest grandson.
The Prime Minister hesitated for a moment, but finally knelt down to the saint but said nothing.
The saint walked slowly over with the support of Changsun Meier and said calmly: "Get back on your feet!"
The Prime Minister stood up and looked at the saint. The next moment, his expression changed drastically, showing a look of shock. He actually took two steps back without committing suicide, and his pupils shrank.
Just because of this moment, he discovered that although the saint was wearing light cloud silk and a loose robe, he still couldn't hide the bulge in his abdomen.
At this moment, the Prime Minister felt that his mind was completely blank.
The saint is pregnant!
He had gone through too many storms in his life. Even if the situation suddenly changed under the imperial city today, and a must-win situation ended in a complete defeat, he quickly regained his composure and accepted the result.
In this world, there are not many things that can make the weather-beaten Prime Minister feel like being struck by lightning.
But at this moment, his face turned horrified, and the color drained instantly.
How can this be?
Although the emperor of the Tang Dynasty still has the shadow of his original peerless splendor, he is still half a hundred years old. Who would have thought that she would be pregnant with Liujia.
Judging from the bulge in the abdomen alone, the child in the saint's belly must be at least five or six months old.
The Prime Minister's body swayed, his feet softened, and he collapsed on the ground.
The saint was calm and calm, as if he expected that the Prime Minister would react like this, and ordered: "Mei'er, help the Prime Minister get up." However, he walked to the white marble table and sat down carefully, with a calm expression and a phoenix-like gaze.
Looking at Xiahou Yuanzhen who was sitting paralyzed on the ground.
Changsun Meier was dressed in a purple palace gauze, her complexion was as white as snow, and her eyebrows were dotted with plum blossoms. She was soft and graceful. She stepped forward and carefully helped the Prime Minister, and said softly: "Is the Prime Minister okay?"
The Prime Minister shook his head and sighed.
"Sit down!" The saint said calmly after Changsun Mei'er returned to the saint.
The Prime Minister sat down opposite the saint, his lips moved but no sound came out.
The shock in his heart never dissipated.
The sage nourishes his face, and the Prime Minister of the country is actually well aware of it. After all, when Emperor Dezong died, the sage was only in his early thirties. He was like a ripe peach. Although he was full of great temptation for men, he
The saint himself is also a body of flesh and blood. He holds great power and cannot really guard an empty room all the time.
Everyone has seven emotions and six desires. Although the saint is the emperor, he is still made of flesh and blood.
Throughout the ages, the emperor has had three thousand beauties in his harem.
Today's saints are born as girls, so it is naturally impossible for them to have a harem of three thousand beauties. However, it is reasonable to raise a few handsome men to solve some of their own needs, although it is not allowed to be told to outsiders.
things.
Xiahou Yuanzhen was not only the prime minister of the country, but also his elder brother, so although he was well aware of such things, he could only pretend not to know.
In his opinion, there are people in the palace who will arrange facial expressions for saints, and those facial expressions are just tools, just like you need to eat when you are hungry, or drink when you are thirsty. With the wisdom of a saint, it is of course impossible to treat the tools.
Normal facial expressions produce any emotion.
When a saint comes to visit, the eunuch in charge of the matter will definitely do a good job in ensuring safety so as not to cause any further trouble. This naturally includes preventing the saint from getting pregnant.
As long as the saint doesn't want to, of course it is impossible to conceive due to luck.
Although the Prime Minister knew that the saint must have raised Mianshou, he never worried that the saint would be affected by this. With the saint's shrewdness, of course it was impossible to imagine what would happen if she became pregnant with Mianshou.
But at this moment he knew that what he had always thought was the most impossible thing had actually happened.
The emperor is pregnant!
This is such a ridiculous thing, but it happens right before our eyes.
He didn't know how to speak.
"It has been nearly two hundred years since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, and not a single army has reached the imperial city." The saint stared at the Prime Minister and said slowly: "I never thought that the first person to lead the troops to the city would be
You, the Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty and my brother, actually led the army to rebel!"
As soon as the saint said this, the shock in the heart of the prime minister slowly dissipated, and he actually stroked his beard and said with a smile: "If the saint wants to take the life of this old minister, there is no need to go to great lengths. With a decree, the old minister is willing to die.
.Old ministers are loyal to the emperor and serve the country. They never have any intention of plotting chaos. They are only loyal to the Lord when they have power."
"Without my will, you can mobilize the armed guards and tens of thousands of Shence Army. If the imperial city is not guarded by the Dragon Scale Forbidden Army, can the Prime Minister lead the troops directly into the palace?" The saint said calmly: "In the middle of the court.
Many officials holding important positions only need the Prime Minister to raise his hand, and they will be followed by a cloud of followers." His eyes sharpened, and he said coldly: "If the Prime Minister really wants to sit on that chair, will they all bow to him?
Under your feet?"
The Prime Minister also stared at the saint and said slowly: "Since the Xiahou family supported the saint seventeen years ago, everything the Xiahou family has done has been to protect the saint. Everyone has seen the Xiahou family enjoying glory and wealth, but
How many people know how much the Xiahou family paid for this?"
"So you think that the Xiahou clan's current status is not a gift from me, but should be owned by you?"
"Everything in the world is not the king's land, and the shores of the land are not the king's ministers." The Prime Minister smiled calmly and said: "The Xiahou family can have what it is today, naturally it is a gift from the saint. What I mean, the purpose of the Xiahou family paying a huge price is to
By being loyal to the saint, we only hope that the saint's power will last forever. In this case, what reason is there to destroy the goal achieved at a huge cost?"
"Do you resent me in your heart?" The saint asked: "If it weren't for me, the Xiahou family and Jiangu would not have formed a deadly feud, and the assassins of Jiangu would not assassinate Xiahou Ning. Have you always considered Xiahou Ning's death
Is it my fault?"
The faint smile on the Prime Minister's face disappeared, and then he sighed.
"You have high hopes for Xiahou Ning." The saint said: "If nothing happens to him, you will eventually hand over the Xiahou clan to him. From the beginning, my eyes and yours are different. My eyes must see
In the world, you only need to see the Xiahou clan."
The Prime Minister smiled and said: "What the saint said is absolutely true. In my heart, I can only put the Xiahou family first. This is why I supported the saint at all costs. Because in my heart, the saint also loves Xiahou.
The blood of the family, protecting you is protecting the Xiahou family."
The saint said coldly: "Do you know that this is what makes me most angry? In your heart, I am a member of the Xiahou family, so one day, that chair should be inherited by the Xiahou family?"
"That's right." The Prime Minister did not deny it, but said directly: "From the moment the saint ascended the throne, the Xiahou family had no other choice. In order to let you sit firmly in that chair, the Xiahou family assisted you in the bloodbath of the Li family. Therefore,
And made countless enemies. You know better than anyone else that the Xiahou family has no way out from that time on." His eyes narrowed and he said coldly: "Throughout the ages, people have called the emperor Long Live, but he really lives longer than a hundred years.
How many people are there? When you are alive, the Xiahou family may be able to sit back and relax, but if one day you are gone, where will the Xiahou family go? You can not think about the future of the Xiahou family, but I cannot think about it."
The saint sighed: "So you have always hoped that after I abdicate, the blood of the Xiahou family will inherit the throne?"
"It's not that the Xiahou family is greedy for that chair." The Prime Minister also sighed and said: "Sage, if the Xiahou family cannot sit on that chair, what do you think will happen to the Xiahou family? If the throne is passed to the Li family
If the people are recaptured, the Xiahou clan will die without a burial place." He raised his hand to stroke his beard and said calmly: "This time, the old minister went to war, not to rebel, but to protect himself."
The saint said calmly: "Do you think She Yue is causing trouble in the palace and has taken me hostage?"
"The old minister does have such suspicions." The Prime Minister said: "This possibility cannot be ruled out. As long as there is a 50% chance of this, the Xiahou family cannot sit still and wait for death." He raised his head slightly, looked at the eldest grandson Mei'er behind the saint, and smiled slightly.
, said: "Changsun Sheguan has served the saint for many years, and has frequent contacts with Sheyue. Changsun Sheguan, in your opinion, if Sheyue seizes the throne, will the Xiahou family still have a way to survive?"
Changsun Meier did not dare to look into the Prime Minister's eyes and lowered her head.
"If She Yue kidnapped me and you led the troops into the palace, wouldn't you worry that She Yue would break the net and hurt me?" The saint looked indifferent and said, "My life and death are not important in your heart.
, the important thing is that the throne must not fall into the hands of others? Once tens of thousands of soldiers and horses really enter the palace, there will be chaos, and the swords will have no eyes. Of course you know that I will probably die in the chaos, but you
It doesn’t matter at all.”
The king asked instead: "Without the court in March, the eunuchs in the palace beat the ministers. Doesn't all this indicate that there are changes in the palace? Could it be that the sage hopes that the old ministers will see changes in the palace but turn a blind eye?" He smiled calmly and said: "The sage previously said
Appearing at the top of the city, the old minister was in despair, thinking that the saint was afraid of the Xiahou family's current power, so he set a trap to lure the Xiahou family into the grave. The old minister had hatred in his heart, resenting why the saint was so ruthless that even his own place of origin could
Forgot." He moved his eyes downward, looked at the saint's belly, and sighed: "But now I finally understand that the saint is not ruthless. Your ruthlessness is only towards the Xiahou family. The reason why you did all this is just because of what happened.