MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 109

Dry the palace.

A thin figure was cleaning the palace lantern, lowered his head, and the light illuminated his round-necked red robe **** uniform.

He is actually in his forties, but his face is fair, his chin is beardless, and he looks as young as twenty or thirty years old.

When he was slowly wiping the lamp, a scream sounded from behind: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'll give you whatever you want, let me go!"

"Let go, let go, let go! Get out, you all! Get out!"

He subconsciously wanted to turn around, but he paused with his hands and stopped, and another male voice sounded beside Emperor Xuanhe: "Your Majesty, rest assured, Your Majesty, I am here."

Emperor Xuanhe seemed to wake up now. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were dazed, and after looking at the person guarding him for a while, he seemed to recognize who it was.

Cui Lang is also Wufeng Zen Master.

Emperor Xuanhe smiled: "Look, I told you a long time ago that I love to have nightmares on rainy nights, do you believe it?"

Cui Lang nodded: "Your Majesty, dreams are always reversed, and the runes of Linggu Temple are also placed on the bedside, so don't worry about anything."

"Yes, I just woke up, and I haven't been relieved yet."

He scanned the surroundings and took out the spell: "Why did I still have nightmares after inviting the talisman? Who is the person who consecrated my talisman?"

Only then did Pei Xiyi lower his head and say, "The head seat of Linggu Temple, Master Yuanhui."

"What Yuanhui, it's useless, I took his first place!" Emperor Xuanhe suddenly opened his eyes in anger.

Pei Xiyi should be, Cui Lang's complexion was slightly pale, he thought it was completely unnecessary, but he didn't dare to disobey Xu Xuan and the emperor's words, so he didn't say a word.

Emperor Xuanhe looked at the white layer of snow outside the palace, and let it go, as if he had put it far away.

"Is the emperor dead?" he asked.

Cui Lang knelt in front of the couch for two hours, he couldn't kneel anymore, his knees hurt, he said: "The people are spreading rumors everywhere, but we don't know whether it is true or not, Your Majesty."

Emperor Xuanhe withdrew his gaze, looked at Cui Lang again, and suddenly kicked his foot on his knee: "Do you know, before I had nightmares in the middle of the night, Brother Huang knelt at this place and guarded me all night ?”

Cui Lang didn't like to hear these words. He felt that he was better than Lin Bozhou in everything, so he straightened his waist: "Although the prince was kind to His Majesty, it was to buy people's hearts. If the prince is sincere to His Majesty, how can he hold on tightly?" Don’t give power to His Majesty, and plan to rebel in Liaodong? Don’t forget big gifts with small gains, I hope Your Majesty understands.”

Emperor Xuanhe nodded: "You are right, he deserves to die."

Pei Xiyi looked away, put the lamp back into the first cabinet, and picked up the second lamp.

Emperor Xuanhe said to himself: "But you are the grandson of Cui Ge, and you have prejudice against the emperor. Pei Xiyi, tell me!"

He yelled casually, not sure if it was to prove his own thoughts, or he just wanted to hear opinions.

Pei Xiyi didn't know about it, so he could only speculate and said: "My servant guesses that the prince also treats His Majesty sincerely sometimes."

"Woo woo woo..."

He went on with these two sentences.

Emperor Xuanhe's inner thoughts seemed to be confirmed, he grabbed his chest and patted hard, bang bang, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow It's always going to change!"

Pei Xiyi stopped talking.

Cui Lang couldn't bear Emperor Xuanhe's capriciousness and madness, he said: "How can people's hearts change? There were rumors of Lin Bozhou killing his younger brother before, and now he wants to rebel, it is really hard to change his nature—"

"You shut up."

Although Emperor Xuanhe admired his chess skills, it didn't mean he could tolerate others' rebuttals: "Did you call Lin Bozhou?"

This sentence is not too harsh.

But Emperor Xuanhe began to feel that seeing Cui Lang became more and more unpleasant every day.

When the favored person next to him is different, he can't help but compare it with Brother Huang.

"Your brother can handle the political affairs you can't handle, and the courtiers you can't quarrel with can win the quarrel. All the officials in the court fear the emperor like a beast, trembling with fear, but abandon you like a trash, and there is no dust in their eyes." Xuanhe The emperor looked at him, "Remember your identity, the emperor is a nobleman, you are just a fish that slipped through the net, don't think that after listening to your words, you will frequently slander him in front of me."

Cui Lang clenched his teeth, his face pale.

He is a scholar, he has also learned the etiquette of poetry and books, and he has the dignity of a scholar.

Who can bear being compared to broken shoes?

What's more, Cui Lang was not like this when he first met Emperor Xuanhe. He felt that he was just a little boy with a weird temper. He pestered him to play chess every day, and he didn't like to talk about things other than the chessboard. Said: "Brother Huang said, I am not allowed to talk about political affairs with you playthings."

Later, it took Cui Lang a lot of effort to slowly walk into the heart of this sensitive emperor and gradually gain his trust.

Originally thought that things would go smoothly, but Cui Lang underestimated Lin Bozhou's ability and his importance to Emperor Xuanhe—especially when the heavy political affairs were overwhelmed, and he couldn't come up with a countermeasure when he asked Cui Lang, Emperor Xuanhe's His eyes gradually became cold.

indifferent.

Like looking at a piece of junk that has lost its value.

He thought that Lin Bozhou was a favored minister, a jester, someone who would be kicked away if he lost his emperor's heart.

Only now did I realize that Lin Bozhou was tied to the dog chain of Emperor Xuanhe.

Lin Bozhou has many chains for mad dogs, but the only dog ​​chain that holds Emperor Xuanhe is in Lin Bozhou's hands.

The only one.

When Cui Lang heard the people in the palace say:

"The prince regularly trains His Majesty."

"The lord never smiled at His Majesty, and kept a straight face, as if he was very disappointed with His Majesty."

"Your Majesty does not allow His Majesty to play chess, but only allows him to study. His Majesty respects His Majesty very much in his heart."

Cui Lang was very surprised, what kind of person could teach Emperor Xuanhe to this level.

Anyway, he can't do it, the current Emperor Xuanhe has completely become an unrestrained mad dog, biting people everywhere when he is upset, how can he obey half of what he said back then.

"Don't think I'm not smart, I don't have my own ideas, I don't have a brain—" Emperor Xuanhe grasped the bright yellow quilt tightly, and started to get excited about something, and his whole body was about to growl, "Without you, I can still defeat him , can still govern the country in an orderly manner!"

His throat was hoarse.

Cui Lang broke into cold sweats, and nodded quickly: "Your Majesty is wise, it's a poor man pretending to be clever, showing off his majesty's tricks, it's really ridiculous."

Emperor Xuanhe's expression finally became calmer.

"Of course, Brother Huang is not a good person."

Emperor Xuanhe was weak, and after roaring these two times, he suffered a nightmare again. At this time, he was exhausted: "I'm tired, I'm going to bed."

There was a tossing and turning sound on the bed.

Cui Lang knelt by the couch, sweating profusely. In the winter, the sweat almost wet his inner robe, sticking to his back sticky, making his whole body heavy.

His ability to govern the country is not as good as Lin Bozhou's, but he is definitely smart. He is already very clear about his current situation - pulling weeds to find snakes, riding a tiger, provoking evil people, and asking for trouble.

Lin Bozhou is not a jester, but he himself is.

Lin Bozhou was very important, but he was cornered and killed by Cui Lang. One day Emperor Xuanhe will wake up, realize that he has made a mistake, and then peel Cui Lang's skin, smash his bones, mash his meat into a paste, and feed him to dogs and pigs.

——Even if he was the one who believed the slander, the fault is definitely on Cui Lang. This is the emperor, and this is the imperial power.

Cui Lang began to feel horrified, everything in this palace is so horrific, imperial couch, censer, curtains, all the extravagant things... He urgently needs to leave here before Emperor Xuanhe fully wakes up.

Emperor Xuanhe fell into a deep sleep.

Cui Lang finally got up and sat outside the hall. Pei Xiyi brought him a small stool and asked him to sit on it and rub his legs.

"Thank you, Eunuch Pei."

Pei Xiyi said softly: "Tomorrow it's time to play chess with His Majesty. Your Majesty doesn't need to play chess with His Majesty. You just need to come and stand by."

Cui Lang breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

He could finally catch his breath.

Pei Xiyi said politely, "My lord, go back and rest."

The two of them just nodded their heads like this on weekdays, and just said a few words, Cui Lang clasped his fists together: "The poor will step down first."

"Master, go slowly, carefully, it's getting dark."

Pei Xiyi stood at the entrance of the main hall

After Cui Lang's figure left, he returned to the palace and found Emperor Xuanhe woke up again, sitting on the couch in a daze.

Pei Xiyi approached and tied the quilt for him, without saying a word, after finishing his clothes, he retreated into the shadows, like an invisible person who could be ignored at any time.

Emperor Xuanhe grabbed the quilt and curled up his feet.

for a while.

Pei Xiyi heard intermittent, indistinct sobbing from inside the quilt.

…

Emperor Xuanhe went crazy all night, and naturally he couldn't wake up the next morning, and the government affairs were delayed. He thought for a while and said: "Then I won't go, I will go in the afternoon."

During the day, Emperor Xuanhe's mentality returned.

He asked enthusiastically: "Yesterday, I heard from Eunuch Pei that today's game of playing chess is very exquisite, isn't it?"

The left and right chess partners have a relaxed atmosphere.

"That's right, today's group of people are really powerful."

"There is one in particular! I played against him yesterday, and his chess skills are so unpredictable and profound that I don't think His Majesty may be his opponent!"

"right!"

Emperor Xuanhe snorted: "Really, I will meet him later."

Turning around the long corridor of the palace, we arrived at the "Yi Paradise" specially arranged by Emperor Xuanhe. A small path leads to the chess room, in which there are huge chess games piled up with stones.

On the chess game is the open wooden row door, the chess waiting order is already waiting inside, and Emperor Xuanhe can sit down and play chess in the past.

Emperor Xuanhe pushed open the door.

The chess players in all-white robes were sitting in a row, with chess scales and baskets in front of them, and the seats opposite were vacant. There were nine seats in total. This is Emperor Xuanhe's favorite way of playing chess. He likes to win the first game, immediately play the second game, then play the third game, and so on until he loses.

When Emperor Xuanhe played chess, he only looked at the chess and never looked at the people.

He sat on the first futon and played chess with his son.

"Win. Vulnerable."

Emperor Xuanhe got up and went to the second chess scale, not long after.

"Won."

He got up again and went to the third chess scale.

"..."

Time passed slowly, and it reached the sixth chess scale.

When Emperor Xuanhe played chess, he was engrossed in it. He just looked at the chessboard in silence, and the sound of the chessboard pointing out every move sounded in his ears.

"'Tong', 'Zuo', 'Mie', 'Yang', 'Feng'..."

This is the method of notation in the style of the four landscape plates, which can clarify the specific position of the chess pieces on the chess scale, and you can know where the chess pieces fall when you read the words, which is convenient for chess players who cannot see the chess scale behind them to reproduce the chessboard on paper and pen , Record the situation for Emperor Xuanhe.

Emperor Xuanhe played the chess pieces and was idle. He was in a state of attack, and when he raised his hand and was about to land, a word suddenly rolled out of his throat: "Huh?"

The chess game seemed to be suddenly shrouded in thick fog, becoming chaotic and oppressive, with no idea where to go next.

"how so?"

Emperor Xuanhe grabbed his hair. This chess master's chess style is very gentle and non-aggressive, but when he was walking calmly, he suddenly realized that he had fallen into an extremely dangerous situation.

He couldn't see the opponent's layout at all, how within a few steps, he suddenly oppressed the loose chess game to the extreme, with no way out, restraining his chess pieces like being pinched by the neck by cold hands, and constantly Tighten, almost crushing bones.

The only time he experienced this kind of all-round crushing on him was from Lin Bozhou.

"I lost..."

Emperor Xuanhe raised his eyes slowly, and first saw two slender fingers.

The fingers were long, with well-defined joints, similar to the hand he imagined pinching his neck, thin and powerful.

Going up, the strange and horrifying sense of oppression disappeared, and there was a piece of white, clean and spotless white robe, with overlapping necklines covering the neck, sitting in a very dignified, upright, and meticulous posture.

...This familiar feeling made Emperor Xuanhe suddenly raise his head.

The eyes of Qi Daizhao in front of him were covered with white gauze, his slender hands protruded slightly from his snow-white cuffs, and he held them in the air, with a sickly and tired expression, facing the direction of Emperor Xuanhe.

The voice is the voice of the emperor's brother.

People, but also the emperor brother.

Lin Bozhou's voice was steady, it had nothing to do with the cold murderous intent he felt just now, he was sick and his tone was tired.

"The guilty minister Lin Bozhou, see Your Majesty."