Chapter 243 I’m afraid you’ve been waiting for me for a long time
The cold wind is blowing, the dusk is getting darker, and the shadows of the trees are whirling and swaying slightly.
Wei Zhao and his party walked for half a stick of incense, and finally stopped in a courtyard.
The surroundings were empty, and the hanging white lanterns seemed to be many years old, giving off a faint dim light, which was very depressing.
The servant who brought them over made a gesture of invitation, as if he was afraid of disturbing the people inside, and opened the door gently.
Wei Zhao whispered to Shunzi to stay outside, carried him inside, and closed the door again.
There were candles burning in the room.
Not bright.
The enveloping heat is like a steamer that has just been opened. The heat wave rolls in and makes people feel uncomfortable.
The room was lit by charcoal fire, and the windows had not been opened. The air was stuffy and had a strong scent of sandalwood.
Gurgling, gurgling, is the sound of tea making.
Wei Zhao didn't pause at all, bypassed the Sixi screen and headed inside.
Sitting inside was a man covered in thick fur. He was thin and had a pair of peach blossom eyes, but his eyes were gloomy. He sat in front of a small square table.
He didn't raise his eyes.
Instead, when Wei Zhao approached, he pushed the brewed tea to the empty space opposite.
"Taste it."
Wei Zhao sat down. He raised his slender fingertips and took a sip.
"How?"
Wei Zhao glanced at the color of the tea: "Old tea tastes very bad."
Still bitter.
"Just drink some, don't be too picky."
Wei Zhao drank it all in one sip. Even though he had just come in, he was already hot and sweating all over his body. But the person in front of him was still holding Mrs. Tang in his arms.
"Your body..."
Ying Fuyan added a glass to himself, and the hem of his clothes slid down slightly during the movement, revealing a little pattern on his arms, and he tasted it slowly: "The years of hard labor after being exiled have damaged my body."
“Whenever it’s cloudy and rainy, I always feel cold, and I’m usually very afraid of the cold.”
"Can't die."
That pattern...
It seems to be a prison word.
Wei Zhao squinted his eyes, knowing it best.
It is a copper brand, a torture that humiliates the prisoner.
Heat the engraved iron until red hot and press it against the skin. The sting will cause severe burns and scars, which will be difficult to remove unless the entire piece is cut off.
Ying Fuyan followed his gaze and lowered it to his wrist. He didn't think there was anything to cover up, and said calmly: "It should have been branded on your face, but my good uncle has the best reputation."
If word spreads, wouldn't it mean killing the orphan of King Yan?
Wei Zhao looked around.
Not to mention the remoteness here, the furnishings are also very simple.
The room was empty, except for a small square table, a bed, and the screen, and nothing else.
"After the late emperor passed away, Emperor Ying Qian sat in that position, but he was afraid that he would not be able to sit still, so he was convicted and exiled thousands of miles from Prince Yan's palace."
Under the flickering candlelight, Wei Zhao's eyes flickered and he spoke slowly.
"While in exile, Princess Yan gave birth to a daughter, but she died of massive hemorrhage. The weather was freezing and the conditions were difficult, and the child did not survive half a month."
Ying Fuyan's face turned cold.
Wei Zhao: "King Yan is indeed jealous of Emperor Yinggan."
At that time, before the late emperor fell seriously ill and passed away, officials in the court were discussing whether he would pass on the throne to King Yan.
"After losing his beloved wife, King Yan was not in good health. In the wild land, the soldiers were severely punished by the orders from above."
Later, King Yan also died.
"In Prince Yan's mansion, only the crown prince is left alone."
Ying Fuyan listened calmly to what he said: "Isn't that why you spent so much time looking for me to say such things?"
Wei Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth.
It's indeed a lot of trouble. The people who were sent to the place of exile to find hard labor under the identity of Ying Fuyan were fake. In such a short period of time, the Wei Jiajun could not mobilize troops and could only find people secretly. The only thing they had in hand was a portrait of Ying Fuyan when he was five years old, which was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
If not...
Wei Zhao's black eyes were dark.
If Ying Fuyan hadn't intentionally found him, he wouldn't have come so quickly.
What's more, after coming out of the cave, Wei Zhao noticed that many strange auras hidden around him were secret guards.
Wei Zhao said directly: "I want to help you sit on the throne."
Ying Fuyan frowned: "I don't want to."
Wei Zhao: "No, you want to."
Ying Fuyan pondered for a moment: "I am willing to help you, so that with your ability you can have a stable position."
He wanted the royal family's life to be worse than death and did not want to be the emperor.
Wei Zhao leaned back: "I'm very free?"
Wei Zhao no longer wanted to be a general, he just wanted Emperor Ying Gan to die.
How many people are living and working in peace and contentment now? When you sit in that position, you have to work hard and take responsibility.
Ying Fuyan:……
We can't talk anymore.
Wei Zhao: "You hate Emperor Ying Qian, and so do I."
"Isn't it because the prince has cultivated power just to cut that man into pieces?"
Although there are differences, it is indeed fascinating.
Both of them wanted to blow up the palace and joined forces. Ying Fuyan had long been looking forward to that person paying homage to the dead souls with blood.
Wei Zhao saw that he was silent and was not in a hurry.
"To put it into perspective, this is the first time that the Crown Prince and I have met. I didn't say hello before coming, but there was a female envoy waiting at the entrance. I believe the Crown Prince knew that I was coming."
"I can escape from the barbaric penal colony and cultivate a lot of power. If you say you don't want revenge, I don't believe it."
"Your Majesty... I'm afraid you've been waiting for me for a long time."
"Wrong."
Ying Fuyan thought for a moment: "I am five years older than you, and I once attended your full moon banquet with my mother and concubine."
It's not the first time I've seen it.
Not long after the death of the late emperor, Wei Zhao was born. The mother-in-law also said that this is the younger brother of the Wei family, and he will be asked to play with him in the future.
When Wei Zhao was in the belly of Mrs. Shun Guogong, the two mansions often visited each other.
There was Huishun Guogong's wife and her mother and concubine enjoying tea in the pavilion.
Princess Yan is a talkative person. She has not returned from General Jingyuan's stay at the border for more than half a year. She is all alone. Now that she has established a career, it is time to start a family. She talked about Ning Suchan, the wife of Duke Shun.
["I heard that the Duke of Guo invited three stable women to stay at home early? He is particularly interested in you."]
Having heard too many jokes, Ning Suchan just smiled lightly.
She raised her eyes, but her eyes seemed to be nowhere in sight.
["I have been restless these days. I just hope that my child will be well and that Mr. Hou will be well too."]
【"What about you?"】
【"When they are well, I will be well."]
Princess Yan shook her head when she heard this.
["Look at what you said, but are you afraid of giving birth? But yes, giving birth to a child is a step into the gate of hell, especially the first child. When I was pregnant with Ayan, I was so sick that I vomited, and it hurt again on the day of delivery. For one day, everyone around me was frightened. It's not a serious pregnancy, but luckily there is no danger. You have been well behaved this time. You haven't felt any discomfort in the past few months since you were pregnant, and you haven't been troubled at all. This shows that the child is a caring mother and is not willing to let you go. Suffer much.”]
Su Channing put a hand on her lower abdomen.
Xu was aware of his mother's touch, and the child in his belly patted his belly gently in response.
Her eyebrows suddenly softened.
Ying Fuyan was called over by his mother and concubine at this time.
Princess Yan tapped Mrs. Shunguo's belly.
["Ayan, please tell me, is the baby in your Aunt Ning's belly a sister or a brother?"]