The sky will be bright, and the flags are fluttering on the Fengtian Gate, and the curtains are all over the sky.

When the first ray of light from the sky leaked, Zhu Yunxuan, dressed in a crown, stepped onto the gate step by step to perform the prayer ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven amid the continuous and majestic sound of bells and drums.

On the imperial road outside the Meridian Gate, hundreds of officials lined up on both sides, all kneeling on the ground.

At the hour of the morning, the new monarch entered the Palace of Fengtian and ascended the throne, the ministers arrived in different classes, and entered the congratulatory letter. Hongxiu, the saint of Lai Lie, was enshrined in the last edict of the Emperor Daxing, and belonged to the order of Yilun, and he was admitted to the Emperor of Fengzong..."

Lang Lang's voice reverberated in the hall for a long time, and when the last word fell, the bells and drums sounded again, and the ministers and officials knelt three times and knelt nine times.

Zhu Yunxuan sat high on the throne, his eyes slowly swept over everyone under the steps, and fell on Liang Zhen, who was kneeling among the generals. Liang Zhen seemed to feel something, and suddenly raised his eyes, met Zhu Yunxuan's gaze, and smiled slightly.

The new emperor ascended the throne, built Yuan Jingrui, removed his clothes on the 27th, and moved the Emperor Zigong to another palace on the 49th. When everything was completed, it was the spring of the next year, which was the first year of Jingrui.

On the day when Zhu Yunjing's letter was sent, when it was still cold in the spring in the imperial city, Gao An put his hands on the letter, and Zhu Yunxuan, who was reviewing the memorial, moved slightly, stopped what he was doing, and took the letter.

Zhu Yunjing is the elder brother of one of Zhu Yunxuan's compatriots. The former crown prince was abolished because of the Donggong witch case, and was later given death. He was rescued by Dingyuan Hou He Huailing to escape from suspended animation. He has been in the northwest for many years. It has been four years, and this is the first letter that Zhu Yunxuan sent after he ascended the throne.

In the letter, Zhu Yunjing worriedly reminded him of many things, and asked why Liang Zhen would help him. ", but "Your Majesty" who is no different from others, Zhu Yunxuan looked at the letter in his hand for a long time and remained silent.

Gao An helped him change a cup of hot tea. Seeing that he was motionless with a gloomy expression, he asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, why did your Highness come to believe me... Are you still so unhappy?"

There was a self-mockery in Zhu Yunxuan's watery eyes, he put down the letter, and whispered softly: "No wonder the predecessors said that the heights are too cold. From now on, I will be a real lonely man."

"His Majesty……"

Zhu Yunxuan closed his eyes: "Forget it, this is the path I chose by myself, and I can't blame others."

Anlehou House.

The carriage stopped outside the gate of the Hou's Mansion, and Liang Zhen walked in slowly. In the main hall, all the elders of Liang's parents, including the Hou of An Le, were all there, and the old lady at the head said with a cold face: "The king of Zhao is on the air. It’s too big, I’m willing to come back after three requests and four requests, so that my old lady and your uncles and elders can wait.”

Liang Zhen was unmoved, and said indifferently: "Why does my grandmother say that, the first emperor died, the new emperor ascended the throne, and there are many things in the palace, I really can't make room, and I always put official business first."

"What other business do you have?" Anle Hou Liang Feng stared at him gloomily, and scolded angrily, "You don't want to be a good regent, but you want to help King Narui win the throne of His Royal Highness Ninth Highness, you are a loser. Are you crazy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a beautiful woman dressed in luxurious clothes next to him rushed up and asked Liang Zhen: "You tell me Xiner how she died? Well, why would she choose to be buried? Did you force her to death? ?is not it?!"

When the other party was about to grab his shirt, Liang Zhen took a step back calmly, the sword in the guard's hand was unsheathed, the woman screamed in fright, and was staggered back by the servants. Seeing this, the old lady was very angry and asked Liang Zhen sternly: "What do you want to do?! You brought these people here because you want to do something to your family?!"

Liang Feng also scolded angrily: "You wicked son! Don't forget that you are still my son in name!"

Liang Zhen coldly swept a circle of indignant people in the room, and said contemptuously: "Grandmother, father, you called me here, saying that it was for family affairs, but now you are talking about the affairs of the heavenly family, and even questioning Your Majesty, Aren't you afraid that if these words spread, it will bring disaster to the entire Liang family?"

"you!"

Liang Feng's eyes were split, wishing that he could serve this disobedient and unfilial son to death. Liang Zhen looked at the family members with no warmth in his eyes, suppressed his impatience and first reminded the woman who was still crying: "Three aunts, Concubine Chen Gui asked herself to be buried, because she has a deep love for the late emperor, this is a good thing, you should be honored, and don't say anything else, lest the misfortune will come out of your mouth."

Later, he turned to Liang Feng: "Father, you and I are well aware of some things, why do you have to make it clear, since we are nominally father and son, I will not tear my face with you, but from now on, you better Don't point fingers at me again, otherwise... don't blame me for being ruthless."

"You bastard! The Liang family has raised you for twenty years, you..."

Liang Zhen interrupted him rudely: "Why does the Liang family support me, father, you understand in your heart, otherwise, how can I, an illegitimate child born by the concubine of the Liang family, get into your Liang family's door? got me!"

"You... what nonsense are you talking about?! We worked hard to raise you, but we are not?!"

"Really?" Liang Zhen repeated softly, his eyes full of contempt and indifference.

Liang Feng was stunned for a moment, and when he touched his eyes, his aura couldn't help weakening a bit, and what he said had no confidence: "Of course it's true... You are disobedient and unfilial, do you still have reason?"

"Ah."

At that time, the Xie family was very powerful, the father of Queen Xie, Lao Guogong, was the first assistant of the dynasty, and the crown prince was deeply favored by the emperor. The Liang family wanted to rely on him as the "emperor" to achieve prosperity, and they were worried about being targeted by the Xie family. After more than ten years of delay, after the fall of Xie Guo Gongfu, the prince fell out of favor with the emperor and took the opportunity to send him to the imperial front. From the beginning, this family just wanted to exchange him for the best interests. , and can only deceive three-year-old children.

The old lady was distraught and scolded: "You heartless, you have been the prince of Anle Hou's mansion for so many years, which of us can't be sorry to you? How can you do this, how can you do this!"

"Does my grandmother have to force me to tell those things about the pickling?" Liang Zhen's expression became colder, and he took another step forward.

Facing his sinister gaze, the old lady's eyes flashed, and she suddenly became hoarse, and she looked away with a guilty conscience.

Liang Zhen no longer paid attention to her, and looked at the woman beside Liang Feng who had a cold and expressionless expression: "What kind of life my son has lived in this family these years, no one knows better than mother, why do you ask me."

The woman didn't look at him with a sullen face, but she couldn't hide the guilty conscience in her eyes.

Liang Zhen shuddered, not wanting to be entangled with this family anymore, and reminded everyone in the room with different expressions: "You can't try to manipulate me anymore, I can drop this Liang surname at any time, today is different from the past, I think you are the most It’s better to recognize the reality as soon as possible.”

After coming out of the Hou Mansion and getting into the car, the servant asked in a low voice whether to go back to the mansion or to the palace. Liang Zhen closed his eyes tiredly and ordered, "Go outside the city."

Yuanji Temple in the southern suburbs was built in the previous dynasty and has a history of 500 years. It has always been a royal temple with prosperous incense. Liang Zhen's car was parked at the side gate of the temple on the back mountain, and a young novice greeted him and led him into the apse where ordinary pilgrims stopped.

In the quiet and cold hall, Liang Zhen personally added sesame oil to the two ever-bright lamps that had been burning for 20 years.

The old abbot with kind eyes and kind eyes stepped into the door, and Liang Zhen stepped forward and respectfully bowed to the Buddha.

"sit down."

Sitting down on the futon, the old abbot recited the Buddhist scriptures as in the past, and the low Buddhist sound echoed in the hall. Liang Zhen listened quietly, gently turning the beads on his wrist, and the restless mind gradually calmed down.

When the twilight faded, the old abbot stopped chanting, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Liang Zhen, who was in a daze in front of him, and sighed softly: "Over the years, the old man has regretted countless times that he didn't leave you behind. "

Staying in the temple to live a life of hardship, it is better to be tortured in the land of tigers and wolves in the Houfu. The nominal mother thinks that he has taken his son's life, even if the Liang family thinks he is the emperor's son, Liang before the age of seventeen Zhen didn't have a good day. That woman used all kinds of shy methods to quietly torture him. It was not easy for him to grow up safely.

Liang Zhen smiled bitterly: "If you stay in this temple, there is no place for King Zhao who is so powerful today. It's not bad now."

"Donor Liang definitely doesn't want to see you like this."

Liang Zhen closed his eyes: "My father...does he really not hate him? For the sake of his future prosperity, the Marquis of Anle dedicated him to the emperor, and abruptly separated him and his father. Does he not hate him at all?"

The old abbot said indifferently: "What's the use of hatred, when will the retribution of grievances be done?"

"The Dog Emperor is dead, and the Marquis of Anle will be defeated sooner or later, Mr. Xie..."

"Empress Xie's son is now the emperor, and you pushed it up. Why do you have to do this? It's the elder brother of Empress Xie, not Empress Xie. She really wanted to let your father leave. That Xie Guogong made a pretentious proposition to drive your father to a dead end. When Queen Xie was still alive, she always felt guilty about this matter, consciously harmed your father and the child, and came to the Buddha many times to repent. She is a truly kind-hearted person. The benefactor Xiaoliang wants revenge, and she shouldn't implicate her children, the past is over, why should you be persistent, it's nothing more than suffering yourself."

Liang Zhen was slightly startled: "Since I helped him ascend to the throne, how could I want to take revenge on him, it's just that he doesn't believe me."

"The word trust is worth a thousand dollars. It's not easy, and you don't trust him."

Liang Zhen sighed: "...he, like me, is an isolated and helpless person, and he dare not trust others."

The old abbot was silent, and after a while, he closed his eyes and recited the scriptures again.