(BL)Slag Gong walks the career line in the crematorium (MTL)

Chapter 128

Chapter 128 The little emperor and the regent fall in love and kill each other

    The guard told the little emperor what he had seen and heard.

    After the guard finished speaking, Zhao Yuan did not move for a long time. He sat in front of the huge desk, as if he was still sitting in the imperial study, holding a pen in his hand.

    "You said, that boy... is he really similar to me?" Zhao Yuan asked with a light expression.

    The guard hurriedly knelt on the ground and said in one breath, "Indeed, that boy is about sixteen or seventeen years old, and his appearance... Naturally, he is not as handsome as His Majesty's Feng Feng, only one or two points similar."

    The drop of ink finally followed The nib of the pen fell, leaving an ugly ink mark on the Buddhist scriptures that Zhao Yuan transcribed.

    Putting the pen back on the pen, Zhao Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the kneeling guard: "The regent is very close to him?" The

    guard wiped the sweat on his forehead in embarrassment, and spat out two words. : "Yes." In the

    past, the guards also believed that the little emperor and the regent were at odds. It stands to reason that he should have scolded the regent for shamelessness. He actually took the little servant who was somewhat similar to the emperor into the room, but he was careful. Glancing at the little emperor's expression, he didn't dare to say a single extra sentence.

    Zhao Yuan held up the Buddhist scripture he had written in his hand: "It's a pity that such a perfect scripture has been soiled." The

    guard was shocked again.

    The thick Buddhist scripture was thrown on the ground at will, and Zhao Yuan stepped on the scripture: "Go down." The

    guard hurried away, and Zhao Yuan sat back on the desk again. He began to transcribe Buddhist scriptures one sentence at a time, and as he wrote, the words under the soft wolf brush turned out to be thicker, and finally he pressed the wolf brush hard on the table.

    "What's wrong with these dead things?" The people who came in from outside the palace saw the little emperor's movements and said.

    Zhao Yuan was taken aback, and told the other party the truth. After speaking, the little emperor lowered his eyes and looked at the messed up Buddhist scriptures: "Grandpa, what should we do now."

    "This time, it was because we were not sufficiently prepared that he had an opportunity." Grandpa said slowly, "Now we should keep a low profile and wait for the opportunity."

    "Last time, I waited for five years, this time, we will How long to wait." Zhao Yuan dropped the pen in his hand, took a deep breath, and his eyes were gloomy, "He treated me five years ago... Now he has someone else and won't allow us to make so many small actions."

    "No." Grandpa said flatly, "The regent is very affectionate and righteous. He can't let go of the late emperor. If he can defend the Dasui River and Mountain to the death for the words of the late emperor, he will not let go so easily if he has feelings for you."

    Zhao Yuan did not speak.

    In his memory, Qi Changfeng was also a very emotional person, but after the last peace talks, he was also a little uncertain.

    "You said that young man is similar to you?" Grandpa asked again.

    The little emperor nodded, looking a little gloomy: "Yes."