Chapter 863: Face Saint

Palace and sleeping hall.

A row of palace lanterns lined up along the corner of the wall, with several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the south wall, and a decorative golden sword on the north wall. It leaned against the door leaf, and the door hole was filled with spring. The spring breeze sometimes rolled over one or two new leaves that fell, and then rolled under the threshold, fresh and pleasant.

The curtains on the bed were hooked on both sides, and a few violent coughs came from under the brocade quilt. Several eunuchs who were bent over and stood on the collapse became nervous again. One was holding a white silk scarf and bent over to receive the phlegm, and the other brought the spittoon over.

Yang Jian sat in a daze on a sandalwood bench not far from the bed, and was dozing on the square table with his head on his back. He was so tired these days that he could sleep for two hours a day, but he refused to go back to sleep, so he simply stayed here. When the cough sounded on the bed came out, Yang Jian was awakened, stood up reflexively, and snatched to the bed to see.

Zhao Ji was already full of sickness and finally coughed out the phlegm. How could he see the free and plump spirit on his thin face? He raised his thin fingers and pointed at Yang Jian, signaling Yang Jian to add a cushion to his back.

Yang Jian immediately took a cushion, gently held Zhao Ji's body, put it down, and then gently put Zhao Ji's body down, and said, "Your Majesty, why is this medicine not effective? It's really not possible. I went to find a prescription. I heard from someone yesterday that the Duke of Zheng was also seriously ill and the imperial physician called him, but he always didn't get better. Later, I found a folk remedy, and only took a few medicines and the medicine was eliminated in one go. It can be seen that the imperial physician may not be reliable."

Zhao Ji shook his head with difficulty and said lightly: "I know that I am not suffering from difficult and complicated diseases, but the oil is exhausted..."

Yang Jian burst into tears and said, "Why did Your Majesty say such a despicable thing? Your Majesty is peaceful in the dragon body, but it is stained with the cold..."

Zhao Ji said, "The King of Jin has just arrived, right?"

Yang Jian nodded.

Zhao Ji sighed and said, "I am a little crazy... He is a man who is very playful. Originally, he had been chasing all over the place when he arrived in Quanzhou, but now he is always in a closed door. This means that he is actually worried about me. But I don't want to see him. Do you know why?"

Yang Jian looked at himself as if he was so cautious, and he bent his head and tried hard to penetrate, wiping his tears with his sleeves.

Zhao Ji took a few quick breaths before saying, "How did I see him like this? His kindness is laughing at people. Why do I have the nerve to see him crying at me? I'd better not to see him, I'm upset when I see him."

Yang Jian focused heavily and said, "Your Majesty will not see you, but you will not see you."

"I have many people who want to see me. There are also many people in Quanzhou who are anxious to see me, such as An Ning, my princes, and my grandson, but I have made up my mind and no one will see me."

Zhao Ji recovered some strength and said indifferently: "Has Shen Ao arrived in Quanzhou? Didn't he say he had arrived in Suzhou and Hangzhou earlier?"

"It should be coming soon."

Zhao Ji said in a deep voice: "I must see him, and I have to explain a lot of things. He is now the auxiliary king. Now when I think about it, I don't know whether this is right or wrong. He is an uneasy person, and he has the same nature as the King of Jin, and they all like to make trouble..." Zhao Ji was so angry that he said lightly: "Can I tolerate them, can the crown prince? No! I know the prince's temperament. He can't tolerate sand in his eyes. If I keep silent, sooner or later, the Queen Mother, King of Jin, and Shen Ao will be punished, and An Ning will be implicated. So I... I would rather bear the relationship between the country and arrange this funeral. I hope the crown prince will be a little afraid of Shen Ao in the future. As long as the crown prince does not move, I know that Shen Ao will never let me down."

Yang Jian was speechless and sobbed.

A trace of fear suddenly flashed in Zhao Ji's eyes: "Actually, what I fear most is death. I don't know what it will be like after death. I always feel that I don't live enough... Look, did you send good news again a few days ago? The foundation of our Song Dynasty has been preserved. Now it is expanding its territory and showing off its pride. If Chen Ao really has a different intention, can I control him?"

The logic of Zhao Ji's speech began to become a little confused, and he was quite inconsistent with the foreword, but the last sentence was correct. 200,000 naval troops were in the north, 200,000 Liao troops had already surrendered, and there were hundreds of thousands of Xia troops, more than 100,000 troops, and the submission of all races, mobilizing millions of troops was just a small task for Chen Ao. This auxiliary king was actually just a name. If Chen Ao really wanted to be Cao Cao, who could stop him? But Chen Ao did not, and he was still back. This alone was enough to comfort Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji's character is different from other emperors. Perhaps it is because of Zhao Ji that he created the auxiliary government king Chen Ao. If it were other emperors, Chen Ao had already died ten or twenty times. However, Zhao Ji was a poet, a top painter, one of the best running script masters in the world, and a good Ju Ke. His only weakness was not a good emperor. It is precisely because of this that he allowed Cai Jing to govern the three affairs. Originally, the rule of the Song Dynasty was to separate power from the three provinces, but Zhao Ji did not agree and handed over all the power of the world to Cai Jing. It is precisely because of this that Cai Jing was in trouble with the country. Now, Zhao Ji used his old tricks again and created another auxiliary government king. In fact, it is the same as governing the three provinces. Zhao Ji trusted him, so he could do it without reservation.

Zhao Ji seemed to be extremely tired, and after saying a few words, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Yang Jian withdrew his tears and carefully tucked the brocade quilt for him, then he carefully retreated from the bedroom, and an eunuch came quickly towards him and whispered: "His Highness the Auxiliary Emperor is here."

Yang Jian was excited for a moment and said, "Where are the people?"

"Come here."

Yang Jian said: "No need to inform me, just ask Your Highness to come to the bedroom, go quickly."

Chen Ao finally arrived...

Yang Jian was filled with mixed feelings. During these days, he was worried in this palace. On the one hand, he was worried about Zhao Ji's body, and on the other hand, he was worried about his own wealth and life. Now, Chen Ao, the little ancestor, has finally returned.

Yang Jian rubbed his hands and waited in the ear chamber for a while. Footsteps came from outside. Hearing someone whispered: "Your Highness...", Yang Jian immediately walked out quickly. Sure enough, seeing Chen Ao coming quickly in a new outfit, Yang Jian quickly met him and said, "Chen Ao..."

Chen Ao also stepped up his pace and immediately said, "What's wrong with Your Majesty? Can you meet now?"

Yang Jian said, "Your Majesty has just fallen asleep, so go to the ear room to sit. When your Majesty wakes up, go in and talk."

Chen Ao sighed melancholy and nodded, "It's great."

The two of them went into the ear chamber silently and asked someone to have tea. Chen Ao looked a little tired, and rubbed his temples and said, "I'm afraid I'll work hard for these days."

Yang Jian smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you hard, this is the duty of the family. What makes the family worried about is the prince. Now the prince's ascends the throne has become a foregone conclusion. Chen Ao, after the prince ascends the throne, I am afraid..."

Chen Ao said coldly: "I don't have to pay attention to it for the time being. Let him be free for a few days first. It would be fine if he was willing to be at peace with me. If I really eat lard and get my heart out, I wouldn't be easy to bully."

Seeing Chen Ao looking fearless, Yang Jian let go of his heart halfway and said, "You are still the same, I am not afraid of the Heavenly King."

Chen Ao's face showed a worrying smile and said, "If I were timid, I wouldn't be today. Others say I was Chen Lengzi, but I don't know that sometimes people just pretend to be crazy and stupid. Others think you are a fool, but in fact you are smarter than anyone else. Only such people are often the most terrifying."

Chen Ao smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "I am tired when I walk a long distance, so I can just take a break here and go to see you when His Majesty wakes up."

Chen Ao thought in his heart: I am not tired when I travel a long distance, but I was just tortured and forced confessions to make people tired.

Yang Jian immediately ordered someone to clean up a bedroom and led Chen Ao to rest.

Chen Ao was so tired that he was afraid that Zhao Ji would wake up halfway through, so he refused to take off his clothes, so he just kicked his boots and fell asleep.

After a lot of time, Yang Jian whispered in Shen Ao's ear: "Wake up quickly... wake up..."

Chen Ao had something hidden in his heart, but he didn't stay in bed. He quickly got up and asked, "What? Your Majesty is awake?"

Yang Jianhe nodded and said, "Your Majesty heard that you are here. Long Yan is very happy and asks you to go there immediately."

Chen Ao put on his boots, jumped down and collapsed. He didn't even have time to dress and headed up. He quickly went to the bedroom. When he arrived outside the bedroom, he took a deep breath, seemed a little hesitant, and seemed to feel a little sad. He sighed heavily before crossing the threshold.

The palace lanterns are slowly and the light is dim; the gauze curtains obscures the sight and brings a bit of hazy.

The wooden window against the south wall opened a little, and the night breeze blew, shaking the curtain. Outside the wooden window was a bright moon, and the moonlight was bright, like a silver plate.

But at this time, Chen Ao had no interest in watching the night and watching the full moon. He walked in step by step, and his heart couldn't help but jump up wildly.

Before the curtain, Chen Ao felt even more sad. If he had come to see him in the past, Zhao Ji would have been lying on the desk, catching a pen, or leaning on a chair and looking at the book. It was not seen for a long time at that time. I believe Zhao Ji must have been in a mood with hope and joy. But now...

His Majesty the Emperor, holding the book and the pen, has exhausted his last bit of strength. Is His Majesty still happy at this moment?

Chen Ao could not guess Zhao Ji's thoughts, but Chen Ao knew that there was a piece of lead stone in his heart. The thing like a thorn in his throat could not swallow or vomit. The hot liquid was spinning in his eyes, trying to burrow out, but Chen Ao held it over and refused to let them come out no matter what.

"A real man cannot cry, he must laugh, laugh!"

Chen Ao said this in his heart and forced a little smile. This smile was not as clear as when he was in a good mood, nor as hypocritical as when he dealt with people of all kinds. He smiled very reluctantly, just like the person on the sickbed owed him a lot of debt and continued to pay credit while digging his nostrils.

"I am late. Please forgive me for your crime..." Chen Ao knelt down with a thud. What man has gold under his knees? Let him go to hell.

The sickbed seemed to move for a while, and then Zhao Ji's weak voice came out: "Come here..."

Chen Ao stood up, walked over quickly, unveiled the curtain, and finally saw Zhao Ji's face clearly with the light of the palace lanterns. This was a thin and sickly face. His formerly charming eyes lost their luster, just like all the old man who was about to die, with a kind of reluctance and nostalgia.

"You are finally here, and I still don't think I will see you for the last time."

Chen Ao sat on the edge of the collapse, carefully put Zhao Ji's hand stretched out back into the brocade quilt, and said, "I dare not delay the order after hearing the order, and rushed back day and night. Is Your Majesty better?"

Zhao Ji, like a stubborn old man, still stuck his hand out of the quilt and put it on Shen Ao's knees and said, "Okay, it's better. A few days ago, I heard that you were in a great victory again and removed my confidant troubles for the Song Dynasty. My illness has improved a little. It seems that I can't do it anymore, so I have to explain some words to you. Don't talk or cry, just listen to me."

Chen Ao nodded silently.

Zhao Ji said: "After I die, remember to treat the Queen Mother well, treat the King of Jin well and An Ning, Ziheng, I have entrusted all these close relatives to you. Do you understand?"

Chen Ao nodded again.

Zhao Ji let out a sigh, then felt a little satisfied, and continued, "As for the prince... I know that the prince has a grudge with you, so I appointed you as the auxiliary prince. After I die, you will support my coffin and take the princes and princes of Quanzhou back to Bianjing for burial. From then on, you will leave Bianjing forever. The prince cannot do anything to you."

Chen Ao nodded again, and his heart moved, and he wanted to tell the warlock about it, but then he dispelled the idea sadly. On the one hand, the warlock had no ironclad evidence to prove it was related to the prince. On the other hand, Chen Ao really couldn't bear to tell the cruel fact to an old man who was still dying.

Chen Ao now had a strange idea, just to let Zhao Ji die safely. Those conspiracies and tricks, and those cruel facts were borne by himself.

Although...it is great for Chen Ao to say it now, Chen Ao just can't say it. He looked at Zhao Ji sadly, nodded silently, and said, "I understand."

Zhao Ji's face looked even more gratified. He patted Chen Ao's knees with his hand and said repeatedly: "Okay, very good..."

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Chapter completed!