Ganlin Palace, the emperor's bedroom.

Before entering the door, Liang Zhen took off the cloak on his body and threw it to the entourage behind him, the eunuch Feng Sheng respectfully stood aside, and whispered to him: "Your Majesty is not very well today, and I fainted a while ago. Your Highness is also here."

Liang Zhen nodded lightly and went inside.

The imperial physicians in a room were gathered together to discuss the method of treatment in a low voice, each of them frowning. The Zhaoyang Emperor on the sickbed had his eyes closed, his face full of sickness, and his cheeks were sunken. He was only in his early forties. But the bell has run out, and it is about to die.

Concubine Chen Gui leaned on the couch, holding a medicine bowl, carefully feeding the medicine to Emperor Zhaoyang's mouth, holding the handkerchief in her hand and wiping the corner of the emperor's mouth constantly. Although her eyes were flushed and exhausted, she was born with unparalleled beauty. It's only been two decades, and compared to the old and terminally ill emperor, don't know how much better. The ninth prince, Zhu Yunqiong, who was just over three years old, sat on the ground obediently, looked at his father and mother in a daze, and did not dare to say a word.

Liang Zhen walked slowly to the side of the couch, Concubine Chen sat up straight, and nodded with him: "King Zhao."

Liang Zhen looked at Emperor Zhaoyang on the sickbed, his expression did not change at all, but the emperor who had been groggy heard Concubine Chen calling him, moved his fingers, slowly opened his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Zhen Er...cough...is Zhen'er here...cough...cough..."

Concubine Chen Gui got up and gave way to Liang Zhen. Liang Zhen sat down beside the couch and patted the back of Emperor Zhaoyang's hand: "Your Majesty, this minister is here."

Emperor Zhaoyang turned his head with difficulty, his turbid eyes looked at Liang Zhen, and finally there was a ray of brilliance in his eyes: "You tell them all...cough...all go down, I have something to...talk to you."

The imperial physicians went to the side hall to wait. Feng Sheng led the palace full of people to retreat, and Concubine Chen Gui was the last to leave with Zhu Yunqiong. Before leaving, she gave Liang Zhen a complicated look, and Liang Zhen only did don't know, ignored her.

There was no one else in the bedroom. Emperor Zhaoyang motioned to Liang Zhen to help him up. He leaned on the head of the bed and stared at Liang Zhen, who was handsome and straight in front of him. His eyes gradually turned red: "I know that time is running out, Zhen'er, can you please call me... Father?"

Liang Zhen said indifferently: "Your Majesty is confused, this minister is the son of Marquis Anle, how can you call your Majesty the father and emperor?"

"You know...cough...you know that you are my son, and I gave birth to you!"

Liang Zhen said: "Your Majesty's words, the minister does not understand, and the minister's parents have both, how can it be born by His Majesty?"

Emperor Zhaoyang closed his eyes in pain: "I only saw you once after you were born, and your father took you away. For so many years, I thought you were long gone, but I never thought that you would come back after all. Come by my side, I will make you king and give you the title of emperor, how can you not understand... I know that you refuse to recognize me, I am sorry for you and your father, I can give the best I will compensate you all, this position under me is also for you, if you want it, I can restore your identity and change your edict now.”

"The minister is frightened," Liang Zhen looked indifferent, and the supreme power handed over to him, but he was unmoved, "Your Majesty, don't break the minister, let the minister become the target of the public's criticism."

"You're serious... don't you want it at all?"

Liang Zhen smiled lightly and said, "Your Majesty has been thinking too much, this minister can't afford it."

After a long silence, Emperor Zhaoyang sighed deeply: "Forget it, I won't force you."

He took out an imperial decree that had been prepared a long time ago from the dark compartment at the head of the bed and handed it to Liang Zhen: "You can keep this secret decree, the edict has already been given to a few patriarchs, and the throne will be passed on to your ninth brother, He was born by your nominal cousin, and I prepared it for you. If you don't want the throne, then you can be the regent. If you regret it one day, you will come up with this secret decree and take the throne back. "

Liang Zhen unfolded the imperial decree, which not only restored his identity as the emperor's son, but also made it clear that he could abolish the new emperor and replace him at any time.

After watching Liang Zhen raised his eyebrows, he calmly put the imperial decree into his sleeve, and smiled slightly: "Your Majesty does this, so you won't worry about the chaos in the world, and Dayan Jiangshan will not be guaranteed?"

Emperor Zhaoyang said: "I have done a lot of wrong things for the throne in my life, I couldn't even keep the people I love the most, and I spent most of my life working for this great country, and I am dying. , I just want to make up for my regrets, how can I take care of so many..."

"Yes?"

Liang Zhen murmured in a low voice, and there was a bit of inconspicuous sigh in his tone. Emperor Zhaoyang, who had been sighing and sighing in his own emotions, looked at him again, and was stunned for a moment.

Liang Zhen has always been submissive in front of him. Even if he refused to get close to him because of complaints in his heart, he always obeyed his words and did everything to his heart. He has never been like this today. It is prudence and respect, and in addition to indifference, there is more ridicule and disgust.

"Zhen'er..."

"Your Majesty, don't call me this." Liang Zhen stood up, folded his hands into his wide sleeves, looked down at Emperor Zhaoyang, his expression became more indifferent, "I'm afraid it will hurt Your Majesty. Heart."

Emperor Zhaoyang was stunned for a while, and asked him sadly: "Do you hate me so much? I was sorry for your father back then, but I killed the crown prince who I brought up for you, what do you want me to do... …”

"Your Majesty, please don't say that," Liang Zhen curled his lips and said contemptuously, "What does it have to do with me when Your Majesty killed the abolished prince? What can I get? thing."

"You...cough..."

Emperor Zhaoyang blushed, bent down and coughed violently, but Liang Zhen didn't help him to pat him on the back as before, but just stood by and watched coldly, until he finished coughing, then continued: " Your Majesty really knows, what is wrong with my father?"

Emperor Zhaoyang said bitterly: "I gave up your father for the throne and married the daughter of the Xie family and the daughter of the He family, but I really had no choice. If I didn't get the throne, I would also die. I couldn't protect him. Let him be killed by the Xie family, but Xie Chongming has already died on the road of exile, and I also gave the death of the prince born to the daughter of the Xie family, I..."

"You still don't know," Liang Zhen interrupted him coldly, "No, you do know, but you refuse to admit it. My father never gave up on you. He doesn't care about you at all. Force him!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhaoyang Emperor, who was stabbed in the sore spot, retreated from the face of his loving father, and his expression instantly became hideous.

"I'm talking nonsense?" Liang Zhen sneered, the disgust in his eyes became more and more undisguised, "My father and his cousin have been deeply in love since childhood, it was a match made in heaven, it was you who insisted on hitting the mandarin ducks and sending my father's cousin away. Go to feed the pirates, tell him to go and return, and you keep my father in the palace, forcing him to drink those drugs that will make people delirious. As an emperor, being pregnant for him will definitely influence him, but unfortunately he hates you until his death, you know it well but you never mention it, and pretending to be a lover is actually the most despicable and filthy!"

"Shut up for me! Shut up! Cough..." The ugly scar was completely uncovered, and Emperor Zhaoyang was angry and hated. He coughed up blood in agitation, and scolded in a hoarse voice, "No matter what I do. I have given birth to you for anything! You are my son! You can't say that about me!"

Looking at his ugly appearance, Liang Zhen gradually lowered his gaze. After a while, he suddenly smiled again. The smiling face behind the candle was like a ghost. After a pause, he spit out three words: "I, no, Yes."

Emperor Zhaoyang was stunned for a moment, and immediately burst into anger: "You can't stop talking nonsense here! You were born in ten months of my hard-working pregnancy! It's really unfilial of you to be so deliberately angry with me! How can you be like this...you This bastard!"

Liang Zhen took a step forward, so that Emperor Zhaoyang could see himself more clearly, every word was ironic: "Your Majesty can read it carefully and understand, my face is half similar to His Majesty. ?"

As the candles flickered, Liang Zhen's face was clearly imprinted in the eyes of Emperor Zhaoyang. This was indeed the face of a young man with a heroic spirit. It was seven points similar to Erlang of the Liang family back then. Emperor Zhaoyang. never doubted that in the Liang family, only Liang Zhen and his son looked like this, not to mention that the red birthmark on Liang Zhen's foot was exactly the same as the child who only had a relationship with him back then.

It's just that Liang Zhen's expression is too determined at the moment, it doesn't seem to be a half fake, Emperor Zhaoyang is cold, and suddenly he is not sure, if this person is not his child...

"Does Your Majesty regret at this moment that you mercilessly gave death to the abolished prince?" Liang Zhen laughed wickedly, as if he was full of interest when he heard something very interesting.

Emperor Zhaoyang's clenched fists trembled uncontrollably. Back then... he didn't believe that his crown prince would resort to the trick of hating victory. He brought up that child, and he knew exactly what kind of character he had. Although the Crown Prince is soft-hearted and self-willed, he is the most filial. At first, the Crown Prince made mistakes. Even if the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty wanted him to abolish it, he still wanted to do everything possible to keep it. Until the Donggong witch-gu case happened, it happened at that time. , Liang Zhen appeared. When he was the most disappointed with the prince, the son he missed the most was lost and found, and he learned that it was the Xie family who killed his favorite person and separated his father and son for more than ten years. How could he I don't hate it, because he wanted to leave the throne to Liang Zhen because of his anger. He pushed the boat and gave his prince to death, but now, Liang Zhen said that he was not his child at all.

"You bastard... You lied to me, you deliberately said this to lie to me and piss me off..." Emperor Zhaoyang coughed out another mouthful of blood, and his words were incoherent.

Liang Zhen snorted: "Why should your Majesty be angry, although you and I are not father and son, I have learned a lot from Your Majesty's despicable behavior, and it is not in vain that I have a relationship with His Majesty."

"You... what do you mean?!"

Liang Zhen narrowed his eyes lightly, and a soft smile spread on the corner of his mouth: "His Royal Highness is well-behaved and lovely... Even if it is a father's debt to his son, what's more, he still has the blood of the Xie family flowing on his body."

"You bastard!"

Emperor Zhaoyang raised his hand excitedly and wanted to grab Liang Zhen's shirt. He was pushed by Liang Zhen at will, and fell back on the couch without any resistance. He kept coughing blood, shouting loudly, and his hoarse voice continued. It echoed in the bedroom, but no one answered.

Liang Zhen stood beside the couch and looked at him coldly: "Why is Your Majesty so excited? The Fifth Highness and I are not brothers, so why not?"

Emperor Zhaoyang's eyes were red, and he clenched his teeth: "What the hell are you... who are you..."

Liang Zhen said indifferently: "Of course it is my father's son, otherwise Your Majesty thinks where the birthmark on my body came from, naturally because I am also my father's son."

"I don't believe it!" Emperor Zhaoyang was excited again, "How could he have other children! This is impossible! He has no personality like his marriage, and he will never do anything fornicating with others!"

Liang Zhen closed his eyes: "Originally I wouldn't, but it was all forced by Your Majesty. His Majesty wants to send my father to death, and my father just wants to leave a little blood for my father."

Emperor Zhaoyang's face was full of disbelief, and he said with a trembling voice: "You are the child he gave birth to Xiao Junbo, and he actually wants to give birth to a son for that person, how dare he...then what about my son? Where is my son..."

Liang Zhen's eyes were cold, looking at Emperor Zhaoyang, and indifferently spit out the two words: "Dead."