"Yes. As long as he kills me, he will live longer."
He Ying looked over with a serious look: "Ayan, I said you are smart, but I have never misjudged anyone."
Sang Yan: "..."
It's not that she is smart, it's just that she has watched too many palace dramas and understands the routines.
"The late Emperor was a good brother."
she sighed.
He nodded: "Yes. He is a good brother and a good scholar. He is as confused as snow when he is idle and he is instantly ecstatic when he drinks. Like Wan Zhang, he is addicted to alcohol as much as his life. He writes drunken books with the style of everyone."
When Sang Yan heard what he said, he thought of his queen, Li Yu, and also thought of the poem that later generations commented on him: "To be a talented person is really peerless, but to be a king is pitiful."
"Haha, this poem is wonderful."
He Ying laughed loudly and praised: "Ayan is smart, agile and talented. No woman I have ever seen can compare with her."
Sang Yan: "..."
Uh...that's embarrassing.
She was just borrowing words from ancient times.
Well deserved.
Sang Yan said nothing and looked sideways at him.
He was wearing a plain white brocade robe, with his black hair hanging down, and his face was as handsome as jade, which reminded her of a poem: Standing like an orchid and a jade tree, smiling like a bright moon in one's arms.
Therefore, she likes him mostly because of his face.
Or as the saying goes, who doesn’t like powerful and handsome guys?
Soon we arrived at Qingning Hall.
Sang Yan said good night and entered the side hall.
He Ying was left standing under the moon, quietly looking at the direction she was leaving.
A long time.
He retracted his gaze, looked at Pei Muyang, waved, and whispered: "Go and get Wan Zhang over here. Don't let others know. Go there yourself."
What exactly did Wan Zhang see in Sang Yan's face?
If something bad happens, only he will know.
Pei Muyang understood what he meant, nodded immediately, and left after taking the order.
*
Sang Yan had a good sleep.
Sleep until dawn.
After washing, thinking about asking Wan Zhang to see her face, she quickly had breakfast and took Qiuzhi to Qintian Prison.
The Qintian Prison was even more desolate during the day than at night.
There isn't even a guard outside the Starlight Palace.
She felt strange, thought about it, and then pushed the door open and went in.
"Is anyone there?"
"Hello, is anyone there?"
No one responded.
There was no one in the hall either.
Empty and cold.
She glanced around and then left.
Just then, I saw a group of guards passing by, so I stepped forward and asked: "Hello, why is there no one in Qintian Prison?"
The captain of the guard recognized Sang Yan and said respectfully: "Master Sang, Wan Jian of the Qin Tian Prison was drunk and neglected his duties. He has been punished by the emperor to guard the mausoleum in the Imperial Cemetery. Others in the Qin Tian Prison will be punished for the same crime."
Sang Yan was dumbfounded: When did the tyrant issue the decree? After they separated last night? He forgave Wan Zhang in front of her, but he settled the accounts behind his back?
What a vengeful villain!
Wait--
It's not that simple.
He Ying later summoned Wan Zhang again? Wan Zhang even told her about her strange appearance, so she suffered the crime? So what did Wan Zhang say?
Sang Yan was curious and panicked, so she picked up her skirt and went to look for the emperor.
at the same time
Hall of Supreme Harmony
He Ying sneezed indecently in the palace.
All civil and military officials trembled three times.
Among them, Cui Shao, the Minister of Rites, said: "The hot summer is coming, so the emperor should be careful when using ice at night, and be careful of the dragon body."
He was concerned and had good intentions, but when he said this, it reminded him of something.
Feng Ji, the imperial censor, took the lead again: "Please take care of the dragon body, favor the concubine, and prolong the succession of the emperor as soon as possible."
Qu Zhi, the Minister of the Ministry of Finance, echoed: "Your Majesty, the Censor is right. Your Majesty, you are approaching your thirtieth year. It is not appropriate for you to delay your heirship any longer."
"Yes. Once the heir is born, cultivating the heir apparent will also be a long-term and important task."
"The old minister risked his life to say something ugly, Pei Zhen's disaster must not be repeated."
Pei Zhen's disaster stemmed from the fact that the emperor was old and his heir was about to be born, so that he was left alone at the end of his life, and the young emperor was unable to control the political power at all.
He Ying was very taboo about this and shouted angrily: "Are you cursing my short life?"
"Wei Chen dare not."
All the ministers knelt down.
He Ying sneered: "I see that you have nothing to fear. Each and every one of you is starting to worry about my lifespan. It's a pity that I disappoint you. My dragon is in good health, and I'm sure you will live a long life."
"I have absolutely no such idea."
It was Feng Ji, the imperial censor, who talked about Pei Zhen's disaster.
He had white hair, a face full of vicissitudes, and was very excited. He beat his chest with his hand and cried: "The emperor's words are like stabbing the heart of this old minister with a knife. The old minister is loyal to the great congratulations, and the world can learn from it. The late emperor
ah--"
When the late emperor was still alive, he respected this veteran of three dynasties the most.
No, he is now a veteran of the Four Dynasties.
"The old minister is incompetent and cannot persuade the Emperor. I cannot let you see the flourishing branches of the Dahe royal family. I am really sorry for you."
Feng Ji looked up to the sky and cried bitterly, tears streaming down his face, which was unbearable to watch.
Except He Ying.
When he saw this scene, he was indifferent and a little bored: "It's extremely hateful to rely on your old age and betray your old age!"
With a sullen face, he patted the dragon case: "This is the main hall for political discussions, how can I allow you to act like a woman? Come here, drag me out!"
He got angry and didn't give the imperial censor any face.
"Your Majesty, think twice!"
"Seniors can be killed, but not humiliated!"
"emperor--"
…
Other ministers pleaded for mercy.
He Ying ignored him completely and ordered him to be relieved of his duties.
"Who else gave birth?"
No one dared to answer.
But Zhou Mao, the minister of the Ministry of Rites, said about the Qin Tian Jian: "Your Majesty, the Qin Tian Jian was founded by the late emperor. It is protected by the imperial edict and must not be abandoned."
He Ying did not take his words at heart and said coldly: "As far as I know, the Qintian Prison has long been abandoned."
Zhou Mao said: "That's because the emperor has neglected supervision. As long as the emperor sends more manpower and selects talents, Qintian Prison will surely prosper again."
He Ying was not interested in the Prosperity Qintian Prison, so he waved his hand and said, "Okay. I have my own arrangements. This matter cannot be discussed further."
Zhou Mao refused to give up and knelt down and said: "The emperor is so taboo on Qintian Prison, but what did Wan Jian of Qintian Prison see? I heard that the emperor visited Qintian Prison last night, please look at the appearance of the daughter of the Sang family——"
"Shilang Zhou, you are very well informed."
He Ying smiled sarcastically, interrupted him, and changed the topic at the same time.
Zhou Mao was so timid after all that he was kidnapped: "Wei Chen is just worried about the emperor and Da He."
"That's enough! If you think like this and do this, then my palace will become your back garden. If you allow you to spy on me like this, it seems that my role as emperor is in vain!"
He Ying became more and more angry as he thought about it and ordered a thorough investigation: "Come here! Who leaked the news? Investigate it for me! If you find out, you will be killed without mercy!"
"Your Majesty, calm down."
All the ministers knelt on the ground again.
He Ying became even more angry when he saw it. He grabbed the memorial on the desk and threw it at it: "Get out! Get out of here!"
He is angry.
The ministers did not dare to say anything more and all retreated with their tails between their legs.
The emperor has been in a bad mood since he came to court, and last night he even ordered the dismissal of everyone in Qintian Prison. Something must have happened, but what happened?
After they walked out of the hall, they whispered to each other and discussed a few words in a low voice.
When he looked up, he saw Sang Yan waiting outside the palace, and he suddenly sighed in unison: "The witch is causing harm to the country!"