Standing on the bridge, Yan Xi watched the ministers shouting excitedly, and he fell into that difficult but still moved emotion again.

These people's "love" for him came out of the blue, and when he was appointed as the prince, his passion was ignited, and it was in full swing in an instant.

However, it is difficult to connect this sudden change with the wind and the sophistication of the world.

Because these courtiers don't even mind whether Yan Xi knows their names or not, their "love" is very deep and extremely firm, and they can't wait to shout "swear allegiance to the death" at this very moment.

Most of the ministers above the fourth rank were very old, but in front of him, the young "His Royal Highness", they couldn't help but cry bitterly.

Of course, Yan Xi would not be narcissistic and think that the ministers love him as a person. He knows that the ministers love the "national foundation" he represents.

Da Jing lingered on this land, seemingly a towering building, but in fact it was riddled with holes and crumbling.

It is really unbearable to compete for reserves again.

But precisely because this kind of love has no regard for self-interest, Yan Xi closed her eyes abruptly amidst the old and fervent shouts from the mountain, and her eye sockets almost became hot.

Even though the Empire State Building is in jeopardy, it is precisely because of the support of the humerus of the country that it is still struggling to move forward.

These courtiers are the key to the operation of Da Jing.

Seeing the eagerness of these people, Yan Xi fell into some kind of deep thought.

He vaguely noticed that there seemed to be something missing.

Usually, in the face of the general trend, individual efforts are like a mayfly shaking a tree, and stragglers charge forward, often ending in the tragic sacrifice of individuals.

Just like Wen Lan.

But... Wen Lan's death, in hindsight, was also related to various parties.

It seems that there is a net.

correct!Yan Xi figured it out, but there was a missing net that could link all kinds of subtle efforts together.

Unconsciously, Yan Xi vaguely probed into some extraordinary level with the logic of his mastery.

If it is said that Da Jing is a giant kite flying off, then, from the observations since he transmigrated a book, there has been a thread that is struggling to pull "Da Jing".

That thread is very thin and hard to detect, but it can always pull the situation in a good direction with an extremely tenacious and ingenious strength at critical moments.

This kind of pulling and pulling is balanced among imperial power, aristocratic families, courtiers, students and even the common people in a delicate to minute operation.

Yan Xi quickly rummaged through his memory, and his various layouts always received many unexpected help from somewhere. Those are uncontrollable factors, but they pushed him forward smoothly time after time.

At this moment, Yan Xi suddenly felt some kind of subtle shudder amidst a high-pitched mountain call.

He suddenly remembered more.

For example, in the storm of students who overthrew the Jiang family, the joint efforts of the students and the people came in an instant and took it for granted.

For example, his papers in the palace examination could be successfully presented to Emperor Tianxi's desk until he was selected as the number one scholar, and the four surnames in the middle tried to put his own people in various ways, but he couldn't succeed.

For example, when Qin Ji was farther away, he survived by chance.

Another example is that the ministers cleverly and forcibly "welcome the prince back to the court". These courtiers, in order to "welcome the prince back to the court", did not hesitate to take the risk of disobeying Shangyi, and they also wanted to pass his identity through the clear road.

The completion of this matter is not the intention of Emperor Tianxi, nor the nod of the Inner Pavilion, and it has nothing to do with the family.

But the courtiers cleverly joined forces with Chunyu Nanyan.

These things seem to have something in common.

Yan Xi looked at these ministers who worshiped again and again, and became even more convinced of the existence of that hidden power.

It seems to be staring at a certain distance, and then throws its body into the world.

It seems to be everywhere.

Yan Xi suddenly thought of a man who was born in a very poor family in the long, unsettled shouts of everyone, and won the Sanyuan and the first degree after passing all the way. Later, that man gave up the Hanlin Academy.With a bright future in front of him, he abandoned his light and turned to the dark to find such an abandoned prince like him in the imperial mausoleum.

Shang Baiheng.

Yan Xi suddenly broke into a hot sweat, and his eyes looked further away from the wave of scarlet clothes kneeling on the ground.

At a certain moment, some sharp premonition twisted his nerves, and he looked towards the place where Fengtian Hall leads to Wenyuan Pavilion.

Then he saw Shang Baiheng's robe fluttering in the wind, and he went to the Inner Pavilion alone and calmly.

There are two side halls in the two wings of the Palace of Heavenly Purity.On the east side is Zhaoren Hall, on the west side is Hongde Hall, which is so close to the Palace of Heavenly Purity that they share the corridor in the middle.

Masters other than the emperor have never lived in these two places seriously, because the concubines and concubines of the harem are scattered in the sixth palace, and even the queen cannot stay in the Palace of Heavenly Purity.

Only Tang Yaoxue is a special case. She is often kept in the Palace of Heavenly Purity by Emperor Tianxi. When she is most favored, she lives directly in the East Nuan Pavilion. Emperor Tianxi can see her whenever he turns around.

Because of his status as a servant, Ying Zhu happened to take advantage of the loopholes in the rules. After he became Emperor Tianxi's personal servant, he was placed in the Zhaoren Hall on the east side, euphemistically called serving the emperor.

On many nights when Ying Zhu was not on duty, the door of Zhaoren Hall would be pushed open in the middle of the night.

The Hongde Hall on the west side has never been inhabited, and it was originally used to store some objects played by Emperor Tianxi.It was cleaned up in the past two days, and a high wall was erected overnight, with no gaps in the surrounding area, leaving only a small door for people to pass through, and the door was installed under the rain eaves of the Palace of Heavenly Purity.can see.

The two places were so close that Emperor Tianxi was reading the excerpts in Xinuang Pavilion, and he could clearly hear the movement of Hongde Hall.

Hongde Hall.

The high wall blocked the sun, and there was an old magnolia tree in front of the hall. In early June, the branches and leaves were lush, blocking the light.

Although it is very close to the imperial atmosphere, it is gloomy here.

The door of the temple is open.

Qingxi was decocting medicine outside the palace gate, and when he heard the people inside calling for water, he went about his own business indifferently, and only went in with a sullen face after a long time.

There was a person lying on the couch with pale skin, bloodless lips, and high fever on his forehead. His limbs were tied to the four corners of the couch with cloth strips, and his wrists were scratched with hideous scars due to struggling.

The person on the bed had a high fever and shouted deliriously: "Water, water..."

This person was only wearing a white undershirt, and the center of his body was stained with blood. He was suffering on the verge of coma, and when he heard someone coming in, he tried hard to open his eyes.

He saw a man in eunuch costume walking around in the bedroom, struggling to shout: "Give me water..."

Qingxi heard him calling several times before approaching, and said sarcastically: "Elder Princess is still alive today, she doesn't even have to drink her saliva?"

Yan Zhener's lips were chapped, and he vibrated vigorously to wake himself up a little through the pain. He struggled to recognize Qingxi's face, and twitched the corners of his mouth indifferently.

Relying on his sanity that had finally recovered, he said very slowly: "Your Majesty asked you to serve me. Are you not afraid of being questioned if you do things like this?"

"Do you know who I am?" Qingxi laughed grimly, "I am the chief eunuch of His Highness the Fourth Highness. I was right there on the day when the Eldest Princess went to poison the Fourth Highness in person. Your Majesty arranged for me to be your servant."Waiter, why am I afraid of being accused?"

"You - what do you want?" Yan Zhener's face became very uncomfortable, he struggled a little, "let me go."

"I really want to let you go. If the eldest princess dies of illness, wouldn't it be just to avenge my master's revenge?" Qingxi said sadly, "It's just that the imperial doctor said that you just cut off the roots of your descendants, so you can't kill me."The wound in the place will be fatal if you are not careful. I was afraid that you would crush it when you rolled over, so I told you to tie it up for you. What's the matter, the Eldest Princess asked me to untie it for you?"

"No need." Yan Zhener stopped struggling, the severe pain somewhere made him sweat, he took a deep breath, "But you dare not kill me, Your Majesty spares my life, if you kill me, you can't live either. Go get me a glass of water."

"Death is imminent, and I still want to take care of someone." Qingxi said harshly, "Don't even think about drinking water for the time being. You are injured in that kind of place. The doctor said that you should drink less water recently."

Yan Zhener was so thirsty that his throat was smoking, and the pain of exhaustion was about to overwhelm the pain. He roared hoarsely: "I want water! You and I will stay together later. If you want me to cooperate more, you'd better not let meI feel so bad!"

Qingxi let him threaten him indifferently, but in the end she didn't dare to make him thirsty too much. After another stick of incense, she finally gave him a bowl of water.

Yan Zhener endured the pain dizzily, and when he was about to lose consciousness from the fever, he heard the mountain cry of "His Royal Highness, His Majesty the Crown Prince, a thousand years ago" from Fengtian Hall.

After he was in a trance for a while, he suddenly became angry and coughed violently, his eyes turned dark in the pain of being out of breath.

"Yan Nan, what are you afraid of when you are so impatient to set up the crown prince?" After a long time, Yan Zhener finally took a moment to breathe from the pain, and smiled sinisterly, "You can't hide it, just wait and see."

The preparations for the grand ceremony for the appointment of the crown prince are being rushed, and the officials of the Ministry of Rituals are working day and night. The day of the ceremony is cloudless, which is a good day.

Yan Xi has already moved into the East Palace.

At the beginning of the Chou Dynasty, there was an officer of ceremonies bowing outside the main hall door: "His Royal Highness, please stand up."

However, the main hall door was closed and no one answered.

Wang An, who was guarding the door, walked down the steps calmly and said: "His Royal Highness has been troubled by many things recently, and he slept late last night. I saw that it was still early, why don't you let His Highness rest for a while? Today's ceremony is complicated, and His Highness may have something to do."tired."

The chief of ceremonies looked at the sky, and was hesitating, Wang An sent someone to invite him to tea with a wink.

The palace people in the East Palace were very enthusiastic, and the officials of ceremonies walked out in a crowd, so they had to repeatedly ask: "It will only take half an hour at most, let's prepare the other things first, and when you get up, your highness just needs to change into the court clothes.", don't delay the auspicious time!"

In the main hall of the East Palace.

Yan Xi originally lifted a corner of the bed curtain to respond, but was pulled back.

His hand slid down the brocade tent, and when it reached the end, it tensed suddenly. His slender, white fingers pulled the tent and convulsed slightly. The fingertips were covered with sweat, leaving a shallow trace of water on the brocade tent.

A strong big hand came out, grabbed his hand, intersected five fingers, and pressed the stretched fingers deeply into the brocade mattress.

After a long time, Yan Xi's poor fingers finally collapsed and spread out.

But the big hand controlling him still didn't let him go, and completely fished his hand into the tent.

Yan Xi was turned over, and his face was buried in the big pillow, his hands were finally free for a moment, and just as he was about to touch someone, a pair of thin white wrists were caught and pressed to the top of his head.

Yan Xi sighed and called out: "Meng Ze..."

Song Beiming only said "hmm" and didn't speak. He just held onto the person and leaned down again.

"It's been...it's been many days, and you still haven't let go of your anger..." Yan Xi arched her body, and said with her face buried in the soft pillow, "Didn't you say you were coaxed that day?"

"It's just that you lied to me." Song Beiming saw that Yan Xi was sweating again, and stopped for a while, "Walk me for a walk, are you happy?"

Yan Xi felt relieved for a moment, and her tune became more energetic: "Happy, it's so fun to see you keep trying to curry favor with your big enemy every day."

"You're so cruel," Song Beiming said ruthlessly, "How many times have you and I suffered, and you didn't even tell me the whole story?"

"Is the matter on the couch the same thing as the matter of life and death?" Yan Xi lay there, with nowhere to escape, "You wanted my life five years ago, and I told you to know about my life."Who is it, I am afraid of dying on your couch."

Song Beiming laughed angrily: "What's the matter, aren't you afraid now?"

"This is Gu's couch." Yan Xi snorted viciously, "If you dare to call Gu Wui, those old officials outside will be ruthless, and they can tear down your Beiyuan Palace."

"Learn to bully people with power?" Song Beiming squeezed his moon and said, "Then you might as well take advantage of this king's power, you don't need those old men."

"But you are so fierce. It's been a few days, and you still don't let Gu go..." Yan Xi noticed that he had regained his energy, and was a little frightened by the other party's good body, and softly begged for mercy, "I want to take advantage of you."The situation is too difficult. People outside, Gu don’t need to say anything, they all think of Gu, I don’t want to sacrifice the easy and seek the difficult.”

"I'm not thinking of you?" Song Beiming leaned into his ear, "Have you become more comfortable in the past few days? It's all thanks to me."

Yan Xi sighed and said, "But you let me sleep through the night anyway, I'm afraid I'll die when the poison of 'Rong' is cured, so I'll leave it to you."

"Isn't singing every night in line with your status as a prince?" Song Beiming said with a sense of warning, "In the future, you will turn over the brand in the harem, so it's better to get used to it as soon as possible."

"But did I flip your brand? You are so capable, even the East Palace can't stop you." Yan Xi heard the other party's jealousy, and teased him cunningly, "Will you let me flip other people's brand in the future?"

"Of course it won't work." Song Beiming put all his strength domineeringly, "My Highness can only be mine."

Yan Xi realized that the danger was approaching, he hoarsely begged for mercy: "Take it easy today, I will be tired during the day."

Song Beiming saw the redness in the corners of his eyes in the dark, and said softly, "It's June, and the heat is unbearable. Your court clothes today have several layers. I have to cool your blood enough, or I will see you under the sun."It's pitiful to sweat on stage."

Yan Xi was relaxed by his sudden warmth: "I see, you seem to be exhausted?"

"Yeah, what else can I do? After today, you will be a serious prince. If I kill you again, I will destroy the foundation of the country. You have won, Your Highness the Crown Prince." Song Beiming deliberately asked him to relax his vigilance, and then he did not slack offThe ground launched an attack again, "Come on."

Yan Xi struggled violently and almost fainted.