Outside the door, the sudden sound of sawing wood interrupted the awkwardness.
Zhu Qizhen looked up.
He smiled self-deprecatingly, "Why is that so?"
Zhu Qiyu said nothing, looking past the Baozong and sitting at the door of the side hall, neither getting up nor looking at the woman here. The woman sat with a gentle posture and exuded peace and tranquility.
There is light in her body.
Although eight years ago, she disabled one leg and lost one eye due to crying. In order to supplement her livelihood, she did needlework with the dignity of a queen for eight years, but this still cannot cover up the light in her body.
She is satisfied and happy.
Because the greatest peace of mind in her life is with her.
She is the Queen of Money.
However, there is also some irony. In the past eight years, Nangong has been by Baozong's side. As a result, none of Baozong's seven children were born to her.
Even Yang, who was twelve years older than Zhu Qizhen, gave birth to Princess Chongde.
Maybe...it's because she is ill.
Zhu Qiyu walked into the nursery, sat down opposite Zhu Qizhen, stared at the words on the paper, and said softly: "The emperor is here today, just to see the emperor, there is no other intention."
Tell Zhu Qizhen clearly that I am not here to kill you today.
They are brothers after all.
If the day comes to kill you, I will also give you a ride because you treated me well back then and because we are half-brothers.
But not in person.
Zhu Qizhen started writing again and added the last sentence of the copied post. He lifted up the rice paper and blew on the ink marks. He looked at the mottled marks when the brush fell off and sighed, "It's just a piece of beauty, it's just a waste."
The whole article."
Just like people.
Throw it on the ground casually, like discarding worn shoes.
The corners of Zhu Qiyu's eyes tightened, "It can't be wiped off."
Three words: Tumu Fort.
Can it be wiped off?
Only then did Zhu Qizhen raise his head and look at Zhu Qiyu, with a smile on his face, "It would be nice to have wine. The stern imperial grandmother is not here, so we two brothers don't have to drink secretly."
Zhu Qiyu's eyes were filled with tenderness.
Reminds me of those days.
At that time, the emperor's brother ascended the throne at the age of nine. Although the Empress Dowager Zhang did not have the reputation of listening to politics behind the curtain, she had great power in the country. The emperor's brother would call him to Qianqing Hall from time to time, and the brothers got along harmoniously.
We also drank secretly and scolded the emperor's master harshly together.
Of course, they all have no guts.
The Empress Dowager Zhang was too strict, so how could the two brothers dare to mess around?
Just out of curiosity.
For example, the Yang family who gave birth to Princess Chongde came into the royal brother's sight at that time.
Instead, Zhu Qiyu was given a palace maid named Lin who was equally beautiful.
He said, little brother, the Lin family can give it to you, but the Yang family belongs to me. If I don’t give it to you, you can’t take it away. When we two brothers grow up, we can marry each other and put the other under the covers, and we can touch her as much as we want.
Thinking of these things, a smile appeared on Zhu Qiyu's lips.
Naughty children must have genetics.
Probably yes.
Zhu Qiyu raised his head and said to Xing'an: "Get the wine."
Xing'an was stunned for a moment.
Zhu Qiyu knew that Xing'an was thinking wrongly and said, "I want to have a discussion with the emperor."
Tell Xing'an clearly that this is not poisonous wine.
Xing'an hurriedly signaled to the eunuch Xiao Huangmen who was following him at the door.
Zhu Qizhen smiled slightly and said, "Is Mr. Lin still in the palace?"
Zhu Qiyu was stunned for a moment.
It suddenly dawned on her that Lin was the palace maid who was divided up between the two brothers along with Yang. She said helplessly: "Brother, have you forgotten? Lin was beaten to death with a stick because she offended Wang Zhen."
Zhu Qizhen's smile froze. After a long time, he said bitterly: "Yes, he's dead."
Wang Zhen is also dead!
Wang Zhenzhang punished Lin to death.
He also ruined his life.
Just at this time, a big tree fell down outside the door, and the crashing sound was particularly scary.
Zhu Qizhen suddenly saw that the person who fell was a person.
When a tree falls, it dies.
If a person falls, can he still get up?
The wine came at the right time.
Zhu Qiyu poured a glass for Zhu Qizhen, and poured another for himself. The two brothers raised their glasses, each took a sip, and sighed at the same time. For some reason, both of them had wet eyes.
In those years, we brothers drank secretly like this.
No way, the imperial grandmother, the Empress Dowager Zhang, is too strict.
In the seventh year of Zhengtong's reign, the emperor's grandmother passed away.
In that year, Zhu Qizhen and Empress Qian got married. In the tenth year of orthodoxy, Zhu Qiyu and Wang got married. However, they still could not stop the determination of the two brothers to drink together, and there was no pressure from the Empress Dowager. As long as the Qianqing Palace If nothing happens there, Zhu Qizhen will summon Zhu Qiyu into the palace, and the two brothers will drink, pick their feet and brag...
When drinking, even Wang Zhen could only stand aside.
Zhu Qiyu put down his wine glass and looked into the distance, his eyes gradually becoming gentle. From the orthodox ten-year wedding to the orthodox fourteenth year, he should have gone to join the feudal clan long ago. Maybe the emperor liked to drink with him?
He never mentioned that he wanted to become a feudal lord.
But if any courtier mentions it, he will be scolded by the emperor's brother.
I still remember one time when the imperial brother was drunk and said wildly, Qi Yu, my father named me Zhen. In fact, I don’t like this name. I prefer the word "Kuo". One day, I want to let our family This three-thirds of an acre of land encompasses the entire universe. I want to become the emperor on horseback like Taizong...
Zhu Qiyu smiled at that time but was not worried.
Can a man's drunken words be trusted just like what he said to a woman in bed?
It's all bragging.
Who would have thought that the emperor's brother would actually go on a military expedition in person?
Unexpectedly, during this personal expedition, the brothers changed places. How ironic.
Zhu Qiyu sighed softly and said, "Ruan Lang and Wang Yao were killed by your nephew Zhu Jianji. Do you know about this?"
Zhu Qizhen shook his head, "But I guessed it."
He gave the golden sword to Ruan Lang, and Ruan Lang gave the golden sword to Wang Yao. He heard Ruan Lang say these things. As for what happened next, Zhu Qizhen only knew that within a few days, soldiers broke through the city and caused chaos. Royal Palace.
The ending...
That's probably it, otherwise why would my younger brother come to see me today.
Zhu Qizhen did not explain the golden knife.
I don’t want to explain either.
Zhu Qiyu stared straight at Zhu Qizhen and said nothing.
Zhu Qizhen knew that if he didn't say anything, he would really die today. Although he seemed to be destined to die whether he said something or not, he had studied in Wala and had never seen any big storms or waves.
Not only did he study abroad, he also slept with his younger sister.
He said softly, "In fact, it doesn't matter anymore. The ending situation is like this. The trees want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. I can't blame anyone."
Zhu Qiyu sighed.
He understood what the emperor meant, but just as the emperor said, Shi Heng's turmoil had already destined the emperor to die. It didn't matter what the original intention of sending Ruan Lang's golden sword was.
But today when the brothers met, the past came to mind, and Zhu Qiyu softened his heart.
If possible, he really doesn't want to kill this brother.
But for the sake of his son, he had to kill.
Zhu Qiyu is troubled.
He walked out of Hongqing Palace upset, stood for a moment at the door, stamped his feet, looked back, and found the emperor's brother standing by the stone table, looking at him, waving his hand with nostalgia in his eyes.
Just like the farewell between life and death.
Zhu Qiyu remembered what Zhu Qizhen said when he was leaving: "Many things are already destined to end, so there is no need to worry about it. For my brother's wish, I can drink with you after many years, and relive the old times while being tipsy." Childhood rants.”
Zhu Qiyu took a deep breath.
Brother Emperor, how could I bear to kill you?
But if I don't kill you, how can I feel at ease?
In the Nangong Palace, Zhu Qizhen looked at Zhu Qiyu's back, the nostalgia in his eyes was gone, replaced by an abyss of resentment, and he snorted and laughed.
I am Zhu Qizhen, I am not good at anything, I am only good at touching people's hearts!
Brothers meet each other today, and there is no wind or rain.
But the storm has entered people's hearts.
After a round of drinking, Zhu Qiyu no longer had to worry about his murderous intention.
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ps: It was my birthday yesterday. I drank half a bottle of beer. I was slightly tipsy and in great condition. I wrote the most satisfying chapter in recent times, portraying the characters of Baozong and Zhu Qiyu extremely vividly. In addition, Shi Henggong, The Transformation of the Doors
The response to the few chapters in Chengdu was not good, so I changed them drastically today.
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