Chapter 61 Father and Son

The emperor watched Li Guifei begin to struggle in his own hands, and then slowly softened. He still didn't relax. Finally, when Li Guifei was motionless, he slowly took his hand off her beautiful neck.

The dead appearance of Li Guifei was very quiet, except for the blood color in her heart and the purple circles on her neck, and there was no ferocious struggle.

She just lay quietly on the ground, and a tear from the corners of her eyes winding into the green silk.

The emperor stretched out a finger, wiped away her tears, put it on her tongue and tasted it. It was cold and astringent.

"Jin'er, your tears are also bitter!" The emperor smiled slightly and touched the face of the noble concubine Li. He stood up and did not call for help, and the palace people beside him were too scared to say a word when they saw the emperor killing the favorite concubine. In the whole bedroom, there was silence, and those people were like paper dolls in front of the grave, and they had never even changed their posture. Only their slightly trembling bodies showed their inner fear.

The emperor looked at them interestingly and almost wanted to ask if you were alive or not?

But before he opened his mouth, he heard a hurried footstep outside and broke in without notification.

The eighth prince came late at night. He didn't expect to see the cold body of his mother's concubine. He just felt unbelievable. The mother's concubine sent someone to report the news an hour ago. He thought that the great success would finally be completed, so he specially changed a light yellow robe and came to the emperor's bedroom with great interest to prepare for the mother's concubine to force the emperor's throne.

"Mother!" The eighth prince's call was a pain from the bottom of his heart.

He jumped on Li Guifei and cried. Although the emperor could not stand up straight, he still stood still. He looked at the Eighth Prince coldly and said coldly, "Your mother's concubine suddenly fell ill and has gone."

The Eighth Prince looked at the appearance of Princess Li. What else is there that he doesn't understand? He hated the emperor, killed his mother, and refused to give up his seat.

He suddenly stood up, his eyes were blood-red, and he was about to question the emperor when he suddenly found a smile on the corners of the emperor's mouth, but his eyes were colder than the cold weather of Lajiu. He looked at him as if he were looking at some sworn enemy. He looked up and down at the Eighth Prince's new clothes, and the corners of his mouth were more sarcastic.

The Eighth Prince has lived for nearly 30 years and has never seen his father like this. In his memory, his father, the emperor of the Great Yun Dynasty, has always been idle, gentle, negligent, and even criticized by the officials for not having the dignity of the monarch. It is precisely because of this that he dared to conspire with Princess Li and force him to meditate.

In his heart, his father is not a tough role to deal with at all.

But at this time, the Eighth Prince deeply felt that he seemed to be wrong. The emperor's eyes were more fierce than the wolf who had been hungry for a winter in the forest, and more colder than the eagle falcon hovering. He stared at him quietly, and he was already scared into a cold sweat.

"Are you happy too early?" The emperor asked the eighth prince gloomily.

The eighth prince's head was sweating coldly, and his heart was like throwing himself into the boiling oil to suffer. How he wanted to get up and take advantage of the situation to seize the throne. However, now, his greatest reliance on the noble concubine Li has returned to hate the sky. He has no military power and no foreign family. Although the ministers in the court listened to him, he also knew that if the emperor died or zen the throne and he ascended the throne, they would naturally support him. And in case the emperor kills or he kills his father and usurps the throne, those people will definitely stand on his opposite side at the first time.

He was both chagrined and regretful, and his original idea was not like this at all. He tried his best to send someone to find Ren Qiu into the palace, tampered with the emperor's medicine bit by bit, and usually please his father, in order to coax him to be willingly seal him as a prince, or pass the throne directly to him.

He actually didn't dare and didn't have the capital to usurp the throne.

And Noble Concubine Li beat the drum for him, far from Mr. and Mrs. Xue, and the Empress Dowager was so angry that she had cleared the obstacles for him. He is almost one step away from ascending the throne of Kowloon.

Who would have expected that the emperor would not be killed so easily, but he was suspicious of Ren Qiu. Perhaps on the day Xue Zhen was placed under house arrest in the palace, although the emperor was furious with him, his words were still listened to by the emperor.

The eighth prince suddenly knelt on the ground, "Father, my son was wrong. I was just worried about my father's body and came in without being spread. Since the mother has passed away, my father still mourns and takes care of the dragon's body!"

The emperor had decided to fight with him, but it was difficult for a moment to understand when he saw that the Eighth Prince suddenly softened.

He turned his head to look at the noble concubine Li, who was still lying on the ground, and suddenly felt very sad. Jiner, look, this is your only good son who can't wait to protect each other with his life!

He looked at the Eighth Prince again and suddenly felt very tired, but he did not dare to sleep. He was afraid that once he slept, they would not wake themselves up again. His hand subconsciously touched his body nervously, and suddenly remembered that the tiger charm was already in a safe place, so he was relieved.

In fact, he has decided to pass the throne to the Eighth Prince. There were many of his sons, but few of them grew up healthily. After the death of the five princes who had always been smart, only the Eighth Prince and the Nine Prince Xue Zhen could inherit the unification.

The age gap between the two is not big. They are both talents, but he obviously prefers the Eighth Prince. Li Guifei has always been favored by him and climbed all the way from a seven-grade Baolin to Rong Hua, noble concubine, Shuyuan and concubine. If it hadn't been for the Empress Dowager, he would have almost wanted to make her the queen. Xue Zhen's biological mother is just a palace man in the Empress Dowager's palace. He can hardly remember her name now. He only remembers that she died not long after she gave birth to Xue Zhen, and he is not so sad.

Compared with Xue Zhen, who had been growing up with the Empress Dowager, and his other brothers, he gave all his father's love to the Eighth Prince. In his ideal, it is logical for the Eight Prince to take charge of the country after his own dragon control of Bintian.

But why is he, they, so anxious?

The emperor waved his hand and didn't seem to want to pursue the Eighth Prince. "I'm fine. You go and do the afterth for your mother's concubine."

The eighth prince cried and received the order, and the emperor said, "Let's do it according to the level of the concubine. Now the treasury is empty, so there is no need to waste it."

The eighth prince looked up at the emperor, and the emperor's face was very stable, "What? Don't you understand?"

The eighth prince hurriedly said, "I dare not". He was very resentful. Not only did the whole thing not develop as he expected, but he was frustrated. Even his mother, who had been a noble concubine for more than ten years, was actually demoted and buried after her death. I don't know how she would feel if she had a spirit in heaven.

The emperor looked at the pale face of the Eighth Prince, and he was in a better mood. He took another look at the body of the Noble Concubine Li, "Carry back to the 'Bitong Palace'..."

Li Guifei suddenly passed away. Xiang Yuan, as a trusted person of the Eighth Prince, naturally had to follow him. He cried like two peaches in his eyes. As soon as he saw the Eighth Prince, he cried again.

Unexpectedly, the Eighth Prince was not only not moved, but also gave him a hard time. He was well-bred and naturally strong. Xiangyuan did not dare to avoid. He was kicked out a few feet away and rolled out and collapsed on the ground to gasp for breath.

"It's all a bad idea from your slave. Why invite the emperor to the throne? What about now?" The eighth prince lowered his voice and stood up like a poisonous snake. "I have become so passive that even my mother's concubine has been killed. It's not enough to kill your whole family!"

Xiang Yuan did not dare to rub his painful chest. He crawled to the ground and said, "I knew that I was wrong. I asked the eighth prince to atone for my sins, and I didn't expect the emperor to be like this... I also asked the eighth prince not to be angry. The first thing is to reorganize and work again, my lord!"

The Eighth Prince sneered, "You say it's easy. How many acres of vegetable land do you think the national event is in your backyard? Is it not easy to pull out and plant again? Don't you understand the truth that one is wrong? Ignorant fool!"

Xiang Yuan was scolded by him and couldn't raise his head. He gritted his teeth and said, "In my opinion, the prince still has a big chance of winning."

The Eighth Prince rushed over again in anger and kicked him. This kick was kicked on his face, and the dust on the soles of his boots was wiped against the distant mouth, mixed with the blood he spit out, a piece of dirt.

"Kick you to death, a talkative slave!" The eighth prince was irritable, "If you want to die, just say it directly and don't fart!"

Xiang Yuan did not dare to raise his sleeves to wipe his mouth and said in a loud voice, "Please listen to the slave in detail. If the prince feels that he can't do it, he will dismember all the slaves's family, and I dare not have a half a complaint!"

Maybe this sentence is really fierce, but it has aroused the interest of the Eighth Prince. He didn't say anything more. He had a vision and quickly opened his tongue. The first sentence was, "The emperor has always loved and trusted the prince. Why has his temperament changed so much now?"

The eighth prince was angry again, "If I knew, would I still be anxious here?"

"That's because the emperor's son is not only the prince." Xiang Yuan was afraid that he would kick him again. He knelt back slightly and took a few steps back. He quickly said, "The third prince and the sixth prince are not worried, but the one who is far away in Qiyi is not easy to provoke."

"Although there is no mother, the Wei family has also been deprived of the title, but after all, after the ninth princess is a loyal minister, the Wei family went abroad with a wife, a posthumous wife and a distant marriage princess. Although Wei Ye is a traitor, the 'Wei family army' is still in the hands of his daughter until now. If so, plus Muto's power..." Xiang Yuan peeked at the eighth prince and saw that his face was completely dark. He knew that he had listened to his words, so he added, "Now, the ninth prince can't come back for the time being, but if you want to achieve a great career, it's bound that he can't come back forever."

The Eighth Prince didn't say anything and looked out of the window. Outside the window, the sky is dark and rainy, and it is coming soon.

After a long time, he looked back and saw Xiang Yuan and laughed, "Look at your face, you look like a lewd. Why don't you wash it quickly?"

Xiang Yuan looked at him and smiled, "Prince Shengming, I have always admired him very much."