Spirit of the Phoenix: 12. Get away

Dawn is approaching, and the sky is white. The little prince lay on the bed holding his breath, and vaguely heard the sound of the palace people sweeping and sweeping outside the palace, feeling extremely anxious.

The sky was bright, and all the palace people stood up. No matter how small a piece of colored paper she was, she could be easily spotted.

The little prince couldn't fall asleep any longer, so he stood up and sat by the window in his cloaked clothes, pressing his fingers tightly on the "Saint Ancestor's Instructions".

Suddenly, there was a very slight sound from the closed window, and the little prince was startled. , slipped out of the window.

When she looked up, she saw the worried expression on the little prince's frown, she burst out into a hearty smile, and spread her hands: "Fortunately, everything went well."

Dinner that day, the news has spread all over the city.

The new emperor, who has always been healthy and mild-tempered, stayed overnight in the Queen's Hanzhang Palace, and got up early and had a sudden headache. He was also furious because his beloved object fell from the Duobao Pavilion in Zhaoyang Palace, and he was so angry that he couldn't afford to get sick.

The direction of the wind above the court was reversed almost overnight.

The Taifu Party, who vigorously impeached the prince, almost immediately realized that the timing of the prince's immorality and the emperor's serious illness was very strange. Queen Huashan.

The long-lost yellow note was finally handed in again among the cakes. The little prince couldn't wait to take it apart, and after reading it at a glance, he breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Standing on his wrist, Tai'an turned around and asked him dumbfounded: "What's going on with these ministers? Why are the walls like grass, changing so quickly?"

The little prince was relieved, glanced at Tai'an, and explained slowly: "My country, Great Yan, has been established for more than a hundred years. The three monarchs have been benevolent and enlightened. Building temples... wandering warlocks can freely enter and leave the inner palace just because of a trick..."

Stop stop, Tai'an felt ashamed and angry when he heard it, he waved his small fist and hit his finger.

Zhongzong, isn't that her father?

What's the matter with this little prince, chat well, why are you talking about her father again?

She slid from his hand with a dissatisfied face, and sat on the edge of the inkstone with her back to him, stepping on the ink with her little feet up, splashing the ink on his desk.

The little prince didn't care. He picked her up gently, and continued to say: "Zhongzong has no intention of governing the government, and even the power is gradually falling. The more fierce it became, it even evolved to fight against the early court, and the then imperial censor was beaten to death by the court..."

Tai'an was tongue-tied, she really knew about the fight in the hall.

"Brother told me as a joke... Dad has been patronizing and fighting for a few days..." she murmured.

The little prince rubbed the center of his brows: "Prince Hede is powerful in uplifting the mountain and lifting the tripod... It's just that the scheming and scheming of the political battle palace is about equal to zero."

After he finished speaking, he took a special look at Tai'an who had a dull face at this time, and couldn't help complaining: "I guess it's a family background... the whole family doesn't have much insight."

Innocent, innocent, kind and gullible. Looking at her like this, he sighed with envy from nowhere.

How could it be possible to develop such a character if they are not protected by loving pets?

If he grew up in a **** storm like him, he might have died with A Niang in Luoyang on a rainy night four years ago.

"The power of Emperor Zhongzong fell, and the civil servants and military generals formed their own parties, so the Li family and his sons conspired against each other. Although it is easy to seek the country, it is difficult to defend the country. It's a bargain."

"Prince Ding was tyrannical and unkind, and he failed to centralize the imperial power. In the past thirty years, the two parties have intensified their rivalry, but no one has been able to truly occupy an absolute advantage, and has gradually maintained a strange balance. "

That's why the great Sima chose his cowardly father to be the emperor, and Chen Shihuashan was made the queen.

However, Taifu Peixianzhi chose the prince as the young master, and betrothed the youngest daughter to him to be the prince concubine.

Tai’an came to understand a little bit: "...So at the beginning, Da Sima took the lead in finding your father, who had the blood of the great ancestor, to succeed him. Da Sima resisted and stood behind you."

The little crown prince nodded lightly: "Although the father is an emperor, he was born in a reckless family and was illiterate and the queen has never had an heir. Da Sima has not completely gained the upper hand in the past four years. Taifu Pei himself is very arrogant and aloof, and assists the young master to do his best He has always looked down on Da Sima's style of selling his daughters for glory. At the beginning, he was willing to marry his beloved daughter. It can be seen that he really loves me. That's why he was so disappointed and angry when he saw my ugly appearance on Mid-Autumn Night. He did not hesitate to die with the immoral prince. Draw a line."

It is understandable that the prince lost his morals, and the Taifu was angry and impeached in order to maintain the reputation of a pure minister.

However, shortly after the crown prince lost his virtue and was imprisoned, the emperor who stayed in the queen's palace suddenly fell into a coma.

The timing is so coincidental, and within half a month, there is a faint trend of changing the sky, which will inevitably arouse the Taifu's party to be suspicious and worried, worrying whether Da Sima will choose a new king to replace him again.

Suddenly, the debate between the two parties in the court intensified. The queen waited before the emperor's sick bed in disheveled condition, but was stopped in front of the Feishuang Hall by Zhongshu Ling Pei Junzhi, who kowtowed in a respectful manner, but every word asked her to go back to rest, "it will help the saint's health and well-being".

The empress was so angry that her face was livid, but she still saluted reluctantly before leaving with a wave of her sleeves. Unexpectedly, the next day, Grand Sima Chen Keling entered the palace wearing armor and a sword. His face was full of tears, but the sword in his hand was fierce: "Your Majesty! The minister is here to see you! Who dares to stop me from facing the Holy Spirit?" I don't care which one of you cut it off with your sword, and I will plead guilty when His Majesty wakes up."

Beheading is not daring to really slash, and blocking is not daring to really block.

A farce became more and more intense for half a month, until the filial prince Lu Rui used a knife as thin as a cicada's wing to cut off the flesh and blood from his heart and used it as a medicine, and boiled the blood with his own hands. Here comes a bowl of blood soup that lasts a lifetime.

The emperor, who hadn't eaten for a long time, drank this bowl of dark red blood soup one mouthful after another. After a long time, he opened his eyes and said angrily, "...Prince Xuan."

The emperor woke up, and the ministers wept with joy, busy praising the emperor's auspicious appearance and the prince's innocence.

The turmoil subsided for the time being, and after being imprisoned for nearly a whole month, Prince Lu Rui finally walked out of the gate of Qingliang Hall step by step, holding a copy of "Saint Ancestor Instructions" in his hand.

The little prince's complexion was pale, and he was getting thinner and thinner. The big prince's regular clothes covered his body like a cloak, and he looked more like a patient than the rosy, white and tender emperor on the sick bed.

The emperor sighed slightly, and waved to the little prince: "Ruier...you have been wronged."

The little prince raised his eyes, revealing the well-designed expression unique to a young man who was both yearning and complaining, and said: "Father, are you feeling better?"

The first sentence of the mouth is not to call grievances or grievances, but to care just right.

The emperor was so relieved that he raised his hand and rubbed the back of his son's hand. After a long time, he said slowly: "Your mother... I miss you in my heart."

The little prince knows too well that he can come out now only because of his father's old nostalgia for his mother.

But he didn't show it at all, he just pressed his cold cheek against the back of his father's hand, whispering like a child: "But I... I miss daddy in my heart."

Tai'an, who was brought out from the "Saint Ancestors", listened to the conversation between the two completely. At this time, he admired the little prince so much that he wished he could applaud him.

Born in the royal family, love is a luxury, but now it is used as a sharp knife for ulterior motives, which is not cruel.

Successful and defeated, which boy born in the emperor's family doesn't know how to endure? And which ambitious prince doesn't know how to plan?

The prince lifted the ban and was able to return to Changxin Hall. Along the way, the book "Instructions from the Ancestors" was pressed against the little prince's chest.

Tai'an poked his head out from his arms, watching with horror that his snow-white underwear was gradually soaked with blood into a piece the size of a fist. However, he walked steadily, and his thin body revealed an innate majesty.

Dozens of people in the East Palace had been cleaned up long after the incident happened. The little prince silently nodded to each of the strange palace attendants, and stepped into the gate of Changxin Palace alone.

"Do not enter without my order."

He tried his best to get to the side of the bed, put down the thick curtains, and fell down on the bed with a plop, his face like gold paper shaking like chaff.

"...All the people in the palace, none of them can be trusted before I investigate the details and cook them myself." The little prince panted and told Tai'an.

Tai'an hurriedly rolled out from the "Saint Ancestor's Instructions", and flew to his face: "Little prince! Can you still hold on?"

The wound burst and blood flowed horizontally.

The little prince was exhausted, his forehead was hot, and his face was covered with sweat. Before falling into a coma, he still did not forget to tell her: "Everyone in the palace can't be trusted, unless father brings food, don't let me eat it .”

Tai'an nodded with tears in his eyes, and said softly, "Don't worry."