Volume 1: Swan Goose Chapter 422: The Broken Leaves Fill the Stream with Ice (2)
Hearing this, Yan Rong couldn't help but be stunned, and his heart suddenly sank:
This was not for his own sake. He was clearly using his youngest son as a hostage to prevent Yan Rong from betraying the emperor!
But now, he is riding a tiger and it is impossible to refuse!
Moreover, once he shows any objection, he will arouse the emperor's suspicion. Not only will he not be able to protect the child, he will also implicate other people.
Although Yan Rong was deeply reluctant to give up, he had no choice but to bow deeply and pretend to be grateful: "How can a dog be so virtuous? I am very frightened to receive such great love from His Majesty!"
Emperor Yu showed a sly smile and said in a slightly solemn tone, "Don't be afraid. As long as you do your best to serve me and live up to my kindness, I will not treat you badly. Besides, your son lives by my side. You
No more worries!"
Yan Rong's heart was boiling, but he could only pretend to be calm and said: "Thanks to the emperor's love, I will devote myself to death and die!"
——Killing intention——
The streets were empty, not a soul was around, and there were very few stars in the sky.
Yan Rong didn't even remember how he came back. When he stood in front of his house, his eyes were staring at the two huge lanterns, and his mind went blank.
It wasn't until the baby's cry came from inside that he came back to his senses and pushed open the door.
"What's going on? Why is Qing'er crying so hard?" Yan Rong stepped through the door and saw the nanny coaxing the child. He couldn't help but frown, hugged the child, and tried to comfort himself.
The wet nurse was so anxious that she was sweating and quickly explained: "I was sleeping peacefully just now, but for some reason, I suddenly started crying. I breastfed him, but he refused to eat, for fear that he would have nightmares."
"Nonsense!" Yan Rong scolded in a low voice: "How could my son, Yan Rong, be scared like this by a mere nightmare! Useless thing!"
The wet nurse was startled, holding her mouth in frustration, not daring to contradict her, but her eye circles were already red.
Because although Yan Rong was a military commander, he was usually arrogant by nature. He was mostly kind to his subordinates and it was rare to see him lose his temper.
Today, Yan Rong was filled with uncontrollable anxiety, sadness, and anger, which made him want to vent.
"It is common for a child who has not been weaned to cry! How can you get so angry!" A clear voice came from outside the door.
Yu'er, who was dressed in a yellow dress, walked in the door, took the child from Yan Rong's arms, and coaxed her softly.
Strangely enough, when the child was in his mother's arms, he suddenly became quiet and soon fell asleep.
Yu'er gently handed the child to the wet nurse and sent her to take the child to bed.
Yan Rong stared blankly at Yu'er who suddenly appeared, with a look as alert as a hunting dog on his face.
"Didn't you decide to separate from us?" Why did you suddenly come back?
He weighed the second half of the sentence but didn't say it out loud.
"I heard Master Ruan say that you are going to be sent to Southern Xinjiang by the Emperor. I am worried that you will entrust Qing'er to someone else, so I am a little worried." Yu'er looked away awkwardly. This statement sounded like a quibble.
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"That's right, the emperor ordered me to go to southern Xinjiang to supervise the war as a general. Maybe it won't be long before I can rebuild the Huajia Army." Yan Rong turned around and said lightly, not wanting Yu'er to see his slight expression.
Red eye circles.
"Then I want to congratulate you. After waiting for so many years, you finally got your wish. Moreover, you can also stay and fly with your sweetheart." Yu'er deliberately showed an expression of relief, but her tone was a bit sad.
Hearing what he said, Yu'er nodded in understanding: "If that's the case, let me take care of Qing'er. When he is a little older, I will put him--"
"You don't have to worry about Qing'er..." Yan Rong interrupted him in a slightly stiff tone.
"Ha. Okay. In your mind, I'm really not worthy of being a mother. It's your fault that you said so many heartless words and yet you still worry about it! Since you hate me so much, I'll leave immediately." Yu'er's face
There was a flash of embarrassment, but still maintaining an elegant posture, he slowly walked out of the door.
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The moment she stepped out of the threshold with one foot, her wrist was held tightly.
"Don't go." The two words were not loud, but they were very clear.
Yu'er was startled and slowly turned her head. Under the dim candlelight, Yan Rong's face was a little dark, but the outline of his face was still three-dimensional.
Yu'er saw that he had something on his mind, but she didn't intend to get to the bottom of it, which seemed like she couldn't let it go.
Yan Rong stared at her seriously, and after taking a few deep breaths, as if he had gained enough strength, he spoke: "The emperor values me very much! In order to keep my mind occupied, he wants to raise Qing'er in the palace..."
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These words were like Xue Li in the sky, and Yu'er was so shocked that she opened her mouth wide.
"What did you say...?" She stared straight at Yan Rong and asked again without even moving her eyelids.
Yan Rong took a few deep breaths before repeating what he just said with difficulty.
Yu'er's eyes were widened and her face was ashen, as if she had been sentenced to death.
"Tell me, you rejected the emperor."
"This is the emperor's appreciation and respect. I...I can't refuse!" Yan Rong tried hard to suppress the anger welling up from somewhere in his body. He did not dare to vent easily and could only clenched his fists tightly.
"Are you crazy?"
Yu'er shook his body desperately and roared: "What kind of appreciation and respect is this! This is obviously the emperor using Qing'er as a hostage! How can you be so cruel, for the sake of your own future, you even disregard the life of your own son?
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"I can't bear to part with you, but you should understand better than me. Who dares to refuse the emperor's order?" Yan Rong's stagnant eyes had completely lost focus at this time.
He lowered his eyes, not daring to look at her.
"It turns out you are taking revenge on me! From the first day I came to you, you hated me and hated me for being the emperor's spy! In this case, just kill me, and it will be settled between us. Why?
To take revenge on my son?" Yu'er shook her body and felt as if a piece of her heart had been dug out by a knife, and she asked with tears in her eyes.
Yan Rong was also deeply shocked. When she made such a fuss, his temper also rose: "What's the use of saying this now? You should have expected this result from the first day you became a spy! If it weren't for you
At the beginning, when you were desperately trying to give birth to this child, did you think there would be such a disaster as it is today?"
With a "pop" sound, a heavy slap fell on Yan Rong's face unexpectedly, interrupting his mindless words and making him less angry.
Immediately afterwards, there was a slap in the face.
Yu'er cried bitterly, scolded, and beat him like crazy. Yan Rong didn't hide or fight back, letting her vent her emotions.
Until Yanrong's cheeks were red and swollen, Yu'er's hands were numb, and she was crying until her whole body was shaking and she almost fainted.
She leaned limply against Yan Rong, burying her face in his chest, and her whole body was trembling.
Yan Rong rubbed her back and blamed herself and said "I'm sorry" over and over again.
"You promised me that you would protect Qing'er well. You promised, you liar!" Yu'er looked at him with reproachful eyes, tears falling on his hands one by one.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to be like this, but facing the emperor, I can't do anything..." Yan Rong's words could not comfort her at all.
She knelt down, covered her face, and cried bitterly.
A tear fell from the corner of Yan Rong's eyes. He could no longer control himself and squatted down and hugged Yu'er tightly. The couple hugged each other and cried, their hearts breaking...
——Assassination——
The pillow on which I lay at night was like ice, and the moonlight illuminated the window paper. There were not many candles left on the candlestick, and the water in the pot had leaked out.
In the Xuande Hall, Emperor Yu was sleeping soundly with his new favorite, Lan Guiren in his arms. Concubine Yun, who had been loved by thousands of people, was gone. Emperor Yu seemed to be sad for only a moment, and then he favored the new bride in the blink of an eye.
It didn't take long before Yun Bin's voice and smile were all forgotten.
Emperors have always been so ruthless since ancient times!
The hall was quiet except for the even breathing of two people. Lan Guiren suddenly felt a little thirsty and struggled to sit up.
The cool moonlight shines
Entering the room, Lan Guiren suddenly felt a faint breathing sound.
She pushed aside the thin gauze curtain with her bare hands, and suddenly saw a pair of bright eyes in the darkness, glaring at her fiercely.
With a scream of "Ah", Lan Guiren subconsciously hugged Emperor Yu and shouted: "Come here, there is an assassin! There is an assassin!"
This scream woke up Emperor Yu from his sleep, and he jumped up.
He saw only a few cold lights in the darkness, and a sword stabbing at him as fast as the wind.
Lan Guiren subconsciously pushed him away and hurriedly shouted: "Your Majesty, leave quickly!"
The cold sword pierced Lan Guiren's shoulder. She wailed and fainted from the pain.
Emperor Yu took the opportunity and jumped out of bed, but the assassin flipped his wrist and the sword was already pressed against his throat.
Emperor Yu relied on his many years of fighting experience. He was afraid that the blade of the sword was poisonous, so he did not dare to catch it, but his body slipped out like a swimming fish.
But the assassin was very agile. No matter where Yu Di's people went, they would follow immediately with the flash of sword light.
The sword light was like a thunderbolt, and the curtains on the bed were destroyed by the cold sword energy. Pieces fell down, and in an instant they were crushed again by the sword light.
Cold sweat broke out on Emperor Yu's body, and his usual imperial aura seemed to have been forced to lose its luster by this cold sword energy.
At this time, his clothes had been cut and he was forced to cling to the wall.
He realized that the opponent's moves were deadly, and each move was filled with deep hatred. He could die under this sword at any time.
He quickly calmed down and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?"
But the only answer to him was the "swish" sound of the sword in his ears.
Just when Emperor Yu was at a loss, he only heard a "呲" sound, and the two daggers were like dragons scissoring each other, stabbing at each other like lightning, forcing Emperor Yu into a desperate situation...
In the midst of lightning and flint, the palace door was kicked open violently, and a snow-white figure rushed in, swept by the wind.
Before the person arrived, a silver gun flew over and hit the assassin's left hand. The dagger in his hand fell to the ground.
Emperor Yu took the opportunity to slide down against the wall, sliding on the ground like a snake, and quickly ran to the door.