The return of the late emperor

Chapter 88

Xiao Jiu searched outside for another day, but he still couldn't find Min Ke's trace. When night fell, he returned to Huiying Inn. He never expected that his room was actually flickering with candles.

The mute hasn't left yet?

He pushed open the door, and sure enough, he saw the little mute lying on the table, sleeping soundly.

"Little dumb, little dumb, wake up." Xiao Jiu walked up to him and knocked on the table.

The mute opened his eyes in a daze, and seeing that it was Xiao Jiu, he propped himself up.

Today, a group of people with long knives rummaged here, as if they were looking for someone, were they looking for you?The mute gestured at Xiao Jiu.

Xiao Jiu frowned, unable to understand what the mute was gesturing at all.

So the mute slowed down his movements, and gestured again.

"You mean that there are people with knives, who seem to be looking for me?"

Xiao Jiu understood the meaning of the gesture a little bit. He thought about it, and he probably didn't have any enemies with anyone. Of course, he drew his sword several times along the way, and he might have offended someone.

"Why don't you stay here." The mute tugged on his sleeve and gestured.

"Where do you live?" Xiao Jiu was stunned.

The mute tilted his head, showed a slight smile, and beckoned for Xiao Jiu to follow him.

Xiao Jiu thought about it for a while, packed her bags, and followed behind the mute.

Two quarters of an hour later, the two stood in front of Pomiao Street.

With crumbling bricks and tiles and weeds and moss everywhere, Xiao Jiu stood outside hesitantly, refusing to move inside.

The mute stood at the threshold and waved to him non-stop, motioning him to follow quickly.

"Little mute, can't you see that people hate this place?"

The dumb stared at Ah Ming, he saved me, you are not allowed to say that.

He trotted forward again, pulled Xiao Jiu's sleeve and brought him into the room, only to hear a cold snort, but Ah Ming didn't make another sound.

When the two entered the room, the mute signaled Xiao Jiu to sit on the couch, turned around and lit the tung oil lamp, and by the light, he found a three-legged stool to sit on.

Xiao Jiu was not used to such an environment and such an atmosphere, he kept looking around in embarrassment, martial arts practitioners have good eyesight, and can see clearly without the help of candlelight.

The mute's eyes were shining brightly, and he compared with Xiao Jiu what happened during the day.

"You mean someone broke into the house?"

Dumb nodded.

"That person saved you too?"

The mute continued to nod.

"Just because he saved you, do you like him a little bit?"

The mute nodded vigorously, and almost tossed and tossed the three-legged stool under him to pieces.

Xiao Jiu hurriedly supported him, "If you like it, you will like it. Why are you making such a fuss? It's useless for you to tell me, but who is the father of the child in your belly? I can help you find it." His eyes fell on on the mute's belly, his eyes were full of pity.

The dumb man was taken aback for a moment, he was at a loss, he beat his head, but couldn't think of anything, just when he was extremely distressed, he heard Ah Ming's cold voice.

"So what if you know? Did you, Kang Yongjia, help me find that person?"

"Who the hell are you!" Xiao Jiu stood up all of a sudden, glaring at the mute.

The mute also felt confused. He braced his stomach, got up from the three-legged stool, and pointed to Ah Ming, "Ah Ming, do you have a doll in your stomach too?"

"Who is Ah Ming?"

Xiao Jiu watched the mute speak into the air, and finally realized something was wrong.

……

A round of cold moon hangs in the sky, and the palace walls are covered with cold frost.

Zhu Ce tossed and turned on the couch for a long time, but still couldn't feel sleepy, so he put on a big cloak and left Qingfeng Hall.

He strolled into the garden, found a pavilion at random and sat down, the faint moonlight stretched his shadow long.

"What are you thinking, Your Highness?"

A man in black quietly appeared behind Zhu Ce.

"Jiayi, the person you sent out has not yet returned to the palace." Zhu Ce tightened the cloak on his body, turned his face and said to the people behind him.

"I received the news, I'm already on my way back to the palace." A glanced at Zhu Ce's deserted back, and said carefully: "It's just..."

"Just what? Just didn't kill Changsun Qiyi?" Zhu Ce stood up and paced to the side of the pavilion. His voice was indifferent, but it implied murderous intent.

"Your Highness didn't want Changsun to die, didn't you?" Jia Yi said in a muffled voice.

Zhu Ce stretched out his hand, as if wanting to catch the illusory moonlight, "Then tell me why I don't want to kill him."

Jiayi's eyes closely followed Zhu Ce's movements, and upon hearing this, he sighed: "Because His Highness shares the same illness with him."

Zhu Ce turned around sharply, strode up to Jia Yi, stared at him, and said in a quiet voice, "No, you are wrong, what he pursued was the emperor's love, but I have no love for the first emperor, I am not Lan Tao , that naive and simple silly child. Where did the sympathy come from?"

"Then what does His Highness want?" Jia Yi looked down at his toes, he thought a lot at that moment, and finally asked uneasily.

Zhu Ce raised his willow eyebrows, and his eyes were piercing, "I just want to be free, or Lan Tao can be free."

Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief, he raised his head and said seriously: "It will definitely be possible, His Highness will definitely be free."

"But for this freedom, my hands are covered with blood..." Zhu Ce lowered his head and looked at his open hands.

Jia Yi interrupted him, "No, Your Highness, it has nothing to do with you. I gave the order, and I sent the person. It was my hands that were covered in blood, not you." He looked at Zhu Ce seriously. emphasized.

Zhu Ce turned around, sat back on the stone bench in the pavilion, covered his face with a sarcastic low laugh, and the laughter rang out in the square inch of the pavilion, appearing indescribably gloomy and desolate, "The Changsun family is not dead, but the Ren family is indeed dead. It's in our hands."

"He must die, Your Highness, you are the emperor's hermit, and your Majesty can only rely on you in the future, he cannot stay." Jia Yi said in a deep voice.

Zhu Ce sneered, and slightly raised his voice, "After a few years, your Majesty will know that the people who raised him also killed his father."

"He won't know." Jia Yi reassured.

"That's so pathetic, it's like respecting the emperor..." Zhu Ce closed his eyes, "Jia Yi, let me tell you a story."

"If speaking out can make His Highness feel better..." Jia Yi didn't continue.

Zhu Ce has already said: "Many years ago, there was a wise and wise emperor, and this emperor also had two emperors, who were also brothers, and they came from the Qu Family of the Five Great Aristocratic Families... Well, the story is over. "Zhu Ce pretended to be relaxed and smiled, and said: "I think I have a destiny with this story...except that my surname is not Qu, maybe I will end up in the same way in the future."

"Didn't Huangyin be fed Juezi soup? How could that child be born by that younger brother?" Jia Yi was silent for a long time, and finally spoke out.

Zhu Ce looked back casually and said: "Who knows, maybe he thinks he has the emperor's love, so why don't you drink it?" Zhu Ce said with a light smile.

"What about my brother?" A's heart fluctuated.

"My elder brother also loves the emperor, but thinking of my younger brother's death, I can't stay in the palace any longer. After taking the child out of the palace to raise him, he died of depression within a few years." Zhu Ce's tears were shining, but he continued to laugh.

"Then..." Jia Yi walked up to Zhu Ce, and asked cautiously, "Then where did His Highness hear this story?"

Zhu Ce paused when he heard the words, raised his head, finally stopped smiling, and said with a blank expression: "The person who raised me often told me this story, he was afraid that I, Lan Tao, would also become that pair of brothers who fell in love with me. Someone who shouldn't love."

"Who is he? From the Kong family?"

"No, his surname is eldest grandson."

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