There was still silence in the imperial study room.

Eunuch Wu was very eyebrowed. Seeing that the emperor was still tired, he did not go in and stayed outside, letting the emperor think slowly.

The spices that refreshed the spirit were lit inside, and until now they were burned, they had become powder. The little smoke seemed to be at the end of a powerful crossbow.

The emperor remembered a bright face through the smoke that was so thin that it was almost invisible.

At that time, he might be considered an ambush on all sides.

The father had the intention to establish a crown prince, but there was no final candidate. It was not that he did not train him in advance, but that he could not support him.

There are many sons and daughters, but they die in childhood, and some adults die prematurely. In the end, the dwarfs are raised in the survival.

The emperor is the tallest man, but his brothers are not short either.

The battle to establish a crown prince is dangerous step by step.

Depend on Huo alone, he has no chance of winning.

The Empress Dowager also agreed to join forces with Shen at that time to achieve greater success, but she could not let Shen's ambitions dominate.

The court struggles made him physically and mentally exhausted. Even if he returned to the mansion, his concubine with different backgrounds could not relax.

In that situation, he met Xipin.

28 years old.

The girl's age is as sunrise.

It turned out that the girl I had ever seen who was held by a nanny when I walked was already so big.

It's completely different from what he remembers.

And she was silent and lonely in this huge harem.

The father has too many women. In the battle between the crown prince, he has some special considerations for his brand of reversing, so how can he care about these young concubines who have recently entered the palace?

Moreover, the father is older and has lost energy and physical strength, and his mind is no longer above all the romance.

A later generation like Xipin, unless he gets an opportunity, he will never see his father.

Wasted life.

But what if I see it?

Xipin said it was very sad.

"Your Majesty is older than my grandfather."

Only in front of him would she smile so brightly, like morning light.

He was immersed in it.

The more crisis, the more unfaithful it is, the more crazy it is.

It seemed like layers of heavy pressure had found a breakthrough and rushed out.

Such tenderness was the comfort in the mixed feelings at that time.

Xipin is very soft-hearted and different from other women. She has no sharpness at all. She is tender and soft, whispering all the things she met in the palace of the Empress...

How could he not be moved by a Xipin like that?

The spices seemed to be burned out, and the smoke could not be gathered and drifted away.

The sleepiness swept over, and the emperor's eyelids became even heavier. He supported his cheeks and took a nap.

He had a dream.

He has never dreamed of a dream scene for many years.

In contrast to the tenderness that I thought about before taking a nap, everything in this dream is so intense.

It was so intense that even the picture was broken, with only a few fragments, circling in my mind over and over again.

Disputes, big quarrels, porcelain shattered to the ground, and the red bloody smell was so vivid in the dream.

The people who served were already shut down and were avoided far away. No one knew what happened in the room.

After more than a year of rest, she did not restore her original bright appearance, but instead became more pale and weak due to her deep thoughts.

She once had good kung fu, not inferior to men.

But at this time, she was tired of her old illness and her skills were far less than before.

But that stubbornness held her over.

From quarrel to taking action, he tried his best to suppress her.

The most primitive reaction was triggered during the collision of the body...

After the end, he received a slap and full of hatred.

Obviously, she was his woman...

His head was slightly lowered, and his knuckles were not supported. The emperor woke up from his dream.

This is his imperial study.

The old things that year were already dust and disappeared.

But he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. What appeared in front of him was the extremely pale face, and only the blood beads secreted from the mouth of his lips became the only color in the picture.

The face was so hot that it seemed like the slap, which passed through the dream and slapped it on his face.

The emperor coughed heavily.

Eunuch Wu, who was guarding outside, hurried in and served tea.

The emperor took the tea, raised his head and drank it, and said, "How long have I been sleeping?"

Eunuch Wu lowered his head and said, "It's less than a quarter of an hour."

"Yi Xiao is back?" The emperor nodded when he saw Eunuch Wu and asked again, "What did he say?"

Eunuch Wu said: "The fourth young master said that he knows your difficulties."

The emperor smiled.

Eunuch Wu guessed the emperor's emotions and felt that it was appropriate to speak at this moment, so he asked: "Then the marriage ceremony charter after that..."

Rubbing his hands hard on his face, the emperor let out a long sigh: "Let him... you retreat, let me rest."

Eunuch Wu responded and respectfully stepped out.

In this study, there was only the emperor.

He leaned against the back of the chair, opened his eyes several times, and squeezed the face out of his mind with force.

All over...

He thought, everything was over.

It's been almost twenty years.

The events of that day, the inducement of the quarrels that day, and the follow-up of that day were all buried.

No one knows, the Empress of the Concubine, and Eunuch Wu doesn't know, there is no one who knows it in and outside the palace.

Huo Yixiao wouldn't know either.

The person who vaguely saw a corner was gone.

The dust settles.

It was only in the dream that occasionally came out, which made him frightened.

It's nothing but a dream.

Outside the imperial study room, Eunuch Wu greeted the eunuch and asked him to go to Qianbu Lounge.

In the yamen of the Ministry of Rites, Du Hong, who had just sat down on his butt, felt trembling when he heard that someone had come to the imperial study room again.

He was sent out by the emperor, so naturally he didn't know what the emperor and the fourth son said.

When the fourth young master came back, his emotions were calm and he could not see any clues at all, so Du Hong didn't know what the result was now.

The little eunuch saluted: "Mr. Du, the emperor gave the instructions, and he will follow the regulations he just recited."

Du Hong breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, the father and son also had a quarrel.

very good.

The little eunuch went to report Huo Yixiao again.

Huo Yixiao looked at the Chinese book and said, "I understand."

When the little eunuch left, Zhu Huan turned his body and asked, "What charter did Lord Du recite in the imperial study?"

In the same department of Rites, Zhu Huan had roughly figured out what the adults scratched their ears and thought about, but he didn't know what was finally presented to the emperor.

Huo Yixiao said: "Starting from the Huo family to Yanzi Hutong, not Fengtian Hall."

Zhu Huan's eyes suddenly tightened.

That one!

He originally thought that his father would definitely not agree.

Even if they each take a step back and are not in Fengtian Hall, their father will ask Huo Yixiao to enter the palace, whether it is his bedroom or imperial study, they will be a warning to the emperor and the ministers and the father and the son.

But the father finally gave in.
Chapter completed!