regicide

Chapter 12

Feet: "Bastard!"

He Yuan knelt on the ground, aggrieved and said: "Father, how many times have you said this, you might as well think about what to do if you have time to hit me..."

"You still dare to quibble?" He Chen wanted to hit him again, but was stopped by his wife Zhao.

"If you dare to hit Yuan'er again, I will make peace with you!"

"Mom, dad beat me!"

"Yuan'er is good, mother is here, don't be afraid, your surname is He! You must handle this case for me! Nothing will happen to my son!"

He Chen's fingers trembled: "Look, look how spoiled he is. Today he dares to kill one, and tomorrow he dares to kill more. Then, how can I make up for him!"

"Isn't it just to kill a bitch? What's the big deal? Don't you often go to brothels? Pretend I don't know? If you can't even protect your son, then what's the use of you as Minister of the Household Department?"

"You...you! Hmph!" He Chen shook his sleeves and left.

"Where are you going?"

He Chen didn't turn his head back: "Go find a way!"

Mrs. Zhao put her arms around He Yuan: "Don't worry, your father will find a way to protect you."

"Well! It's still better, mother."

He Chen stood in the yard and sighed, and said to the servants, "Go get the car ready."

In a quarter of an hour, the carriage stopped in front of the house.

"Master? Where are you going?"

He Chen sat in the carriage and said, "Prince Xuan's Mansion."

Now that it was Zi Shi, it took a full quarter of an hour to knock on the door before the door of Prince Xuan's Mansion opened.

"Master He visits late at night, what's your business?"

He Chen made a bow and said, "I disturb you in the middle of the night. It's really important. Please let the housekeeper know."

"Master He, wait a moment."

After a while, the butler came out: "My lord, please."

He Chen followed the housekeeper into the mansion, led him to the inner room, and the housekeeper retreated.

Yan Xuan seemed to have rested, the curtains were drawn, and he couldn't see clearly from the couch.

"See His Highness King Xuan."

Yan Xuan lazily kissed the beauty in his arms, and asked, "What is Mr. He doing in the middle of the night?"

He Chen heard a soft female voice from inside the tent, and hurriedly put his head on the ground, "Please Your Highness, help me."

"Help? Save whose life?"

"My son, He Yuan."

Yan Xuan touched two beauties and said, "Go to the side room and sleep by yourself."

"The concubine retire."

Wrapped in a transparent silk dress, the beauty withdrew.

Yan Xuan opened the curtain, "What's wrong with your son?"

Only then did He Chen raise his head: "Your Highness, do you know about the male corpse that died suddenly on the street a few days ago?"

"I know, isn't that Yan Liang's male favorite? What does it have to do with your son?"

"Yes...it was my son who killed him..."

"Does he not want to live?"

He Chen knelt down on the ground: "My son was confused for a while, and he was killed. The officer really couldn't do anything, so he came to ask His Highness for help."

"I beg my lord? How can I save this lord? No matter how you say it, Yan Liang is still a prince. He dares to play with the prince's people? Ten heads are not enough for him to chop off!"

"His Royal Highness, help me, the official is only such a son, nothing can happen!"

"Why isn't he afraid of accidents when he's playing? I can't help you with this matter. Go and ask Dali Temple, maybe Shi Ming will help you."

With tears in his eyes, He Chen told Yan Xuan all about today's events, and said, "Your Majesty can only stabilize Mr. Shi for the time being. If there is no other way, how dare you disturb Your Highness?"

Yan Xuan asked: "That is to say, there is a group of people watching this matter secretly, threatening Shi Ming to investigate the case?"

"Exactly."

"Who could it be? It's just a male favorite, who would want to seek justice for him..." Yan Xuan fell into deep thought.

He Chen tentatively asked: "Could it be the good king? After all, he was his male favourite, who died tragically on the street, and it's not too much to want to take revenge."

"Then your son is really doomed. The king's twelfth younger brother's city is very deep. Earlier, the king sent killers to find out about him, but unexpectedly he returned."

He Chen hurriedly said: "Then we have to pay close attention to this matter. If it is really the good king secretly contributing to the flames, my son will be imprisoned, and the matter between the lower officials and His Highness... I am afraid..."

Yan Xuan winked, and He Chen shut up in time.

"Forget it, let me think about it carefully. This matter involves a lot, so I need to think about it."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"Retire, the king is tired."

"Yes."

After He Chen retreated, the beauty returned to the tent, leaned on Yan Xuan tenderly, and asked, "Does Your Highness really want to help Lord He?"

Yan Xuan leaned on the beauty's chest and said, "Is there any way, that old man He Chen, his son is his life, if something happens to He Yuan, he is not allowed to turn around and bite the king, and among the six, only Hu The Ministry is willing to support this king, and this king cannot abandon it."

"Moreover," Yan Xuan bit the beauty's chest: "This king also wants to see what my twelfth younger brother is up to."

The beauty groaned, softened her bones, and asked, "Then what is the prince going to do?"

Yan Xuan pressed the man under his body: "When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman wins."

"My lord, you are bad!"

Two days later, Dali Temple officially handed over Liu Qi's case to the Ministry of Criminal Justice, which indicated that the court would intervene in this matter, and Dali Temple would stay out of it.

Shi Ming was naturally happy.

In the deep mountains and valleys, Yan Liang burned the last paper money and stood quietly in front of the two graves.

There is a stele in front of each grave.

One piece reads, the tomb of his beloved wife Liu Rou.It has been a long time, and after the wind and rain, the tombstone is a little worn out, but the bright red handwriting is still there, which shows how hard the stranger is to engrave it.

The other piece is newly engraved. The owner of the tomb is named Wei You.

The two tombs are side by side, and the owner of the tomb is buried here, just like they were glued together in life, and after thousands of years, the affection still exists.

"The case has been handed over to the Ministry of Criminal Justice by Dali Temple, and it won't be long." Yan Liang touched the cold tombstone: "You can rest in peace."

"Your Highness, it's cold, go back." The butler put the cloak on him.

Yan Liang exhaled, and instantly formed a white mist, and the mountains were covered with a layer of white frost. Yan Liang rubbed his hands, stuffed them into his sleeves, and walked back on the dead branches and leaves, muttering: " Winter has come."

There is also a saying that Wei You always liked to say when he was alive, "Life is the same joy, death is the same acupuncture point."

Back in the mansion, Yan Liang took off his cloak, sat in front of the lacquer table, twisted a piece of plum cake and asked, "How long has Huo Gu been gone?"

"Return to Your Highness, it's been three days."

"Three days..." Yan Liang put the plum blossom cake into his mouth, it was a little damp, and he asked, "Why is it bitter?"

The housekeeper said: "Perhaps it has been stored for a long time, Your Highness should not eat it, and be careful not to eat it."

Yan Liang smiled, ate all the remaining pieces in the box, patted the residue on his hands, and said, "It seems that he doesn't plan to come back."

"Your Highness..."

"It's fine if you don't come back," Yan Liang looked into the distance, "so as not to see dirty things."

"Your Highness's thoughts... Mr. Huo will understand."

Yan Liang caressed the string of agate beads on his wrist. The beads were warm all day long, and he said with a smile: "Do you understand, you are also my king's man, you can run away for a while, but you can't run away forever."

The butler also smiled and said, "Your Highness has always been wise."

What you want, you will always get.

Chapter 11

They haven't seen each other for five years, Shen He walks around behind Huo Gu's butt every day, teaching him how to practice swords, and talking about everything.

"Xiao Gu, how is your sword practice?"

Huo Gu shook his hand holding the sword: "It's okay."

"Have you married a wife yet?"

The sword in Huo Gu's hand fell straight down, bent down to pick it up, and said, "Never."

"Is there someone you like?"

Huo Gu: "..."

Shen He became interested: "Yes? Whose girl?"

Huo Gu looked behind him and said, "Leader."

Shen He turned his head sharply, turned around again, Huo Gu had disappeared, and he cursed: "Little bastard."

In the evening, when Shen He chatted with Chu Lan, he asked, "Who is Xiaogu's sweetheart?"

Chu Lan was puzzled: "Does Xiaogu have a sweetheart?"

Shen He's eyes seemed to kill: "I asked you to take care of him for me, you don't even know who his sweetheart is?"

"... No matter how much I take care of him... I don't necessarily know who is his sweetheart..."

"There is no sign of it after all these years?"

Chu Lan shook her head: "No, maybe it's because she met some girl in the past few months after leaving the league."

Shen He rubbed his chin: "Then why doesn't he stay and fly with other girls and come back?"

Chu Lan tentatively asked, "Girl doesn't like him?"

Shen He slapped him on the head: "My apprentice, who dares to look down on you?"

"Yes, yes," Chu Lan said again: "It may be because of some other reason."

"what reason?"

Chu Lan said: "Xiao Gu has been staying in Prince Liang's Mansion for the past few months since he left."

Shen He was shocked: "Could it be that he fell in love with Princess Liang?"

Chu Lan rolled her eyes: "Liang Wang is so masculine, he has not made a concubine or concubine yet."

After speaking, the two were taken aback, and said at the same time: "What a man! Good king!"

In the middle of the night, Huo Gu's door panel kept ringing.

Compared to Shen He and Chu Lan's burning eyebrows, Huo Gu seemed extremely calm, "What's the matter?"

Shen He led Chu Lan into the room, sat down upright, and asked, "Who is your sweetheart?"

Shen He's complexion was extremely bad, anyone with a discerning eye knew at this moment that he should make up something to avoid it, but Huo Gu couldn't even lie, he would just choose not to answer.

"Good king?"

Huo Gu still didn't answer.

Shen He was annoyed, and scolded: "I have taught you for so many years, did I let you practice the habit of breaking sleeves?"

"Master and leader are the same, why can't I?"

"Compare you to me? I'm alone, and I'll die when I die. What about you? Under six feet of loess, how do you face the ancestors of the Huo family?"

Huo Gu raised his eyes: "Didn't Master say that I am alone, without father or mother?"

"Do you still dare to talk back?"

Huo Gu replied: "I don't dare, it's just that the master is too unreasonable."

Shen He drew his sword angrily and pointed at him: "If you persist in your obsession, you and I, master and apprentice, will make a decision from now on!"

Huo Gu is neither humble nor overbearing: "Master taught me to do what I don't want