It was already evening when Zhao Lingwu woke up.

"Master Guo, Master Guo, you are finally awake." Mrs Xiao knelt in front of the bed, her red and swollen eyes opened, and she burst into tears with excitement.

"I, what's wrong with me?" Zhao Lingwu said in a hoarse voice with a pale face, gasping for breath.

Xiao Shi immediately slumped to the ground, with a sad face: "Master Guo, you vomited blood and fainted in the hall."

As if remembering something, the pale color on Zhao Lingwu's face instantly receded like a tide, he stared, blushing, and his chest heaved up and down violently.

Seeing this, Mrs. Xiao's expression became tense, and her voice rose by more than ten decibels: "Master Guo, you can't be angry anymore, the imperial doctor said that you are in a hurry and attack your heart and hurt your spleen and lungs. If you get angry again, you may risk your life. what!"

As she spoke, she was in a hurry to soothe Zhao Lingwu's heart.

Zhao Lingwu really cherished his life. Hearing this, he forcibly suppressed the resentment and grief in his heart.

After a while, he eased his breath, turned his head, looked past Xiao Shi, and fell on Zhao Yijing, who was kneeling on the ground.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Where's Mr. Xing?"

Xiao Shi gritted his teeth: "It's locked in the woodshed."

"Qiao Renyuan!" he shouted as if he had made up his mind.

"Yes." Butler Qiao Renyuan replied immediately.

"Go, give Xing a bowl of arsenic." Zhao Lingwu said sharply.

"Yes."

"No, don't-" Hearing this, Zhao Yijing looked terrified. He first hurriedly grabbed the trouser legs of Qiao Renyuan who was about to turn around and walked out, then knelt and crawled to the bed, shouting in pain: "Father , Xiaoya, she is also innocent!"

Never thought that everything would come to this, Zhao Yijing was still thinking of interceding for the Xing Shi, Zhao Lingwu glared angrily, and hated iron for not turning into steel: "You are confused—"

Back then, he exchanged the children of Xiao Clan and Su Niang in order to keep the glory and wealth, but now Aunt Song exchanged the children of him and Emperor Guangde for the sake of Gu Chong. Could this be God's retribution for him!

What he regrets most now is that he did not listen to Xiao's persuasion and let Xing enter the gate of his country's palace.

"Father," Zhao Yijing was distraught: "No matter what, Xiaoya saved me, please spare her life!"

He really loves Xing Xiaoya, no matter what, he can't just watch Xing Xiaoya die.

"You, you are still obsessed..." Zhao Lingwu looked disappointed, is this still his proud son?

Why did he get rid of the Xing family, not to protect Zhao Yijing. Brothers and sisters, if this matter is left to ordinary people, it will be immersed in a pig cage.

"Father," Zhao Yijing was flustered, a flash of inspiration flashed, and he said in a hurry, "Or else, let's find someone to replace Xiaoya, father..."

"Shut up—" Zhao Lingwu interrupted him sharply: "Do you think there are not many people staring at our family at the moment, do you think things are not messy enough?"

"Father." Zhao Yijing's heart was twisted like a knife.

He couldn't understand why he was still surprised by Xing Xiaoya's transformation into Princess Ning, why Xing Xiaoya became his concubine, and he was also accused of sex, and his future was bleak.

Falling dust from the sky is a heart-wrenching experience.

"Jing'er is right, did Xing's family save Jing'er's life after all, our country's mansion is already messed up enough, if we take on another ungrateful name, the country's father, we will be in this life. Don't want to look up again." This is a bit far-fetched, after all, it is not impossible to fake Xing Xiaoya's suicide to clear the relationship of the Duke's government.

Zhao Yijing was stunned for a moment, then raised his head abruptly. He never expected that at this juncture, Mrs. Xiao would actually help him to intercede.

There was a touch of emotion in his eyes.

Xiao Shi looked in his eyes, and a sneer rose in his heart.

However, Zhao Lingwu couldn't help but follow Xiao's words and thought, keeping Xing Xiaoya's life, on the one hand, he can get a good reputation of gratitude and repayment, on the other hand, when others talk about this matter, they will only say him. She is too soft-hearted, and Xing Xiaoya has no sense of shame - if ordinary people had such a pickle, I am afraid that they would have cut themselves off long ago, that is, Xing Xiaoya, who still has the face to live in this world.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lingwu's eyes lit up, this is indeed a better way.

"Father—" Zhao Yijing begged bitterly.

Zhao Lingwu thought about it in his heart: "It's not that Xing's life can't be spared."

"Father?" Zhao Yijing smiled happily.

Zhao Lingwu said in a deep voice, "But the child in Xing's belly must not be kept!"

Hearing this, Zhao Yijing was struck by lightning, and he slumped on the ground in a daze, with a sad face on his face.

That was the child he had been waiting for for two years!

"Qiao Renyuan." Zhao Lingwu shouted.

"exist."

"You go to this matter. After finishing it, you will twist Xing's hair, send it to the family temple, and send someone to watch her. Don't let her die." Zhao Lingwu said ruthlessly.

"Yes."

After speaking, Qiao Renyuan turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait." Zhao Lingwu stopped him.

"Grandpa?"

"Where is the Song family buried?"

"Ah?" Qiao Renyuan realized later that Zhao Lingwu was talking about Aunt Song: "If you go back to the country, if you remember correctly, it should be buried in Xishan."

After the death of the concubine, according to the law, it is not allowed to be buried in the ancestral tomb, just find a place to be buried.

"Send a few people over to find her tomb, and be sure to dissect her coffin and slaughter her body, smashing her bones into ashes." Zhao Lingwu said resentfully.

If it wasn't for that slut, how could the Duke's Mansion be where it is today.

"Yes."

Hearing this, Mrs. Xiao sneered in her heart again, let's cut it, she wouldn't tell Zhao Lingwu that Song's corpse was moved away by Tao An, the eunuch in the palace two years ago, and is now lying in that tomb. Inside is his mother, who has been dead for more than ten years.

After speaking, Zhao Lingwu took a deep breath, and his expression improved a bit.

He paused and continued, "Jing'er, in order to avoid people's tongues, I will write to you tomorrow to request an edict to abolish your throne."

Zhao Yijing came back to his senses, and his face was blank: "Father?"

Xiao Shi was also anxious: "Grandpa Guo—"

"Don't worry," Zhao Lingwu interrupted Xiao Shi's words, he looked at Zhao Yijing as if he had made up his mind, and said, "What should be yours must be yours, when your ninth brother ascends the throne, I see who would dare Let's talk remarks to our family again."

Zhao Yijing's face changed dramatically: "Father, what do you mean?"

Zhao Lingwu only said: "This is the end of the matter, do we still have a choice!"

He wanted to be a pure minister, but Meng Zezhi went out of his mansion, and now the Duke of Song's mansion has been marked with him. Carrying the identity of a direct son of the Empress of the Yuan Dynasty, even if Meng Zezhi did not want to fight, someone would force him to fight for that position. At that time, if he wins the battle, with the grace of raising him for decades, the Duke of Song's residence will naturally be honored.

But in case he loses the fight, even if the Duke of Song's government does not help each other and remains neutral, the winning side will probably not let the Duke of Song's government go.

For today's plan, whether it is for Zhao Yijing's reputation or the future of the Duke of Song's government, helping Meng Zezhi to win the heirloom is the only option.

"I understand." Zhao Yijing gave a wry smile.

Watching Meng Zezhi climb from a humble son to a position on an equal footing with him, and finally ascend to the sky to become the existence he can only look up to, Zhao Yijing can't tell what kind of mood he is in at the moment, grief, indignation, depression... …

And Xing Xiaoya and the child in her womb...

Somewhere, he had an intuition that he shouldn't have been so useless in his life.

Seeing the expressions of Zhao Lingwu's father and son, Xiao shi quietly curved the corners of his lips.

...

In this way, Meng Zezhi settled down in the palace.

Apart from the five princesses, not to mention for the time being, Emperor Guangde had a total of fifteen princes, of which only seven survived to adulthood, and all of them have been appointed to the king's branch.

Therefore, Meng Zezhi is the only prince who is still living in Duanben Palace.

Duanben Palace is a palace dedicated to the residence of the crown prince and other princes, adjacent to the Qianqing Palace where Emperor Guangde lived.

Just two days ago, Emperor Guangde ordered the Zongren's mansion to give the princes a new order, Meng Zezhi Xingwu, and changed his name to Gu Shian.

After half a month, Meng Zezhi slowly 'adapted' to his new identity.

After having dinner with Emperor Guangde, who was overwhelmed by his father's love, Meng Zezhi returned to his residence.

Removing his respect and prudence, Meng Zezhi comfortably took a hot bath under the service of Wang Guangzhi.

Wang Guangzhi is the godson of the great eunuch Tao An. To be precise, there are four servants and more than a dozen maids in this palace, all of whom are Tao An's confidants.

Thanks to their blessings, Meng Zezhi's past for the past two weeks has been a near miss.

After all, at this moment, inside and outside the palace, there are many people who want his life.

After taking a bath, Meng Zezhi went to the study and continued to finish the ink plum drawing that he had drawn halfway this afternoon.

When the painting was almost finished, Lu Li arrived.

He immediately ordered: "Okay, you all go down, I want to be alone and quiet."

Wang Guangzhi was stunned for a moment, but he still led the people back down honestly.

As the door closed with a creak, after a short while, there was a shallow breath in the room.

After picking up the pen and signing, Meng Zezhi nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Come, take a look at my new ink plum drawing."

Lu Li Yiyan stepped forward, and then Meng Zezhi, who was fascinated by the **, gave her a hug.

Obviously he wanted people to appreciate the paintings, but he himself harassed the people who were enjoying the paintings. After a crisp sound, he skillfully untied Lu Li's belt.

He asked, "Can you paint?"

Lu Li breathed slightly: "I never learned."

Then a brush was stuffed in his hand by someone behind him.

Meng Zezhi grabbed a blank piece of rice paper and placed it on top of the ink plum picture. His fingers left two water marks on the rice paper. Then he grabbed Lu Li's hand and said, "Come on, I'll teach you..."

It wasn't until his wrists became sore that Meng Zezhi's teaching finally came to an end.

Lu Li curled his toes, his lips slightly parted, one hand rested on the desk, looking at the crooked bamboo in front of him, he could hardly breathe.

"The painting is really good." Meng Zezhi praised with a gluttonous expression.

After the tensed ankles slowly loosened, Lu Li finally remembered the business. With a hoarse voice, he leaned on Meng Zezhi by himself: "Two days ago, the Duke of Wei sent out two rounds. People, one wave went to Linghe Village, another wave went to Yujia Town."

"Huh?" Meng Zezhi narrowed his eyes.

Duke Wei is the father-in-law of the Seventh Prince, Linghe Village is Xing Xiaoya's hometown, and Concubine Song's personal maid, Qingqiu (Chen's), is married in Yujia Town.

"Don't worry, I will help you keep an eye on them." Lu Li said slowly.

It turned out to be to ask for credit, and Meng Ze realized it.

The corners of his lips curved: "The relationship is good, don't worry, you have helped me so much, and I will definitely repay you heavily."

As he spoke, he held Lu Li's hand and said, "Come on, let's review the skills I just taught you."

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Meng Zezhi: I will not only lie down and win, but I will also go through the back door!