China Palace, Quiet Garden.

Emperor Zheng Ying sat at the head of the bed and looked at his wife quietly, with a very complicated expression.

The queen looked at him calmly, with a faint smile on her lips.

"Are you unhappy?" the queen said softly, "This is our child."

"I..." the emperor stared at her and said with difficulty, as if every word was as heavy as a thousand pounds, "Happy."

"You are unhappy, uncle," the queen's voice became cold, "You are unhappy."

The emperor looked at her and his face gradually became heavier. He lowered his head and grabbed the queen's hand. The veins on his hand seemed to bulge out, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he raised his head and said softly: "I'm sorry."

The queen looked at him and her eyes gradually turned red. She withdrew her hand and sobbed with her face covering her face.

"It's been twenty-five years, and I haven't given birth to you. You always say it's your fault, it's your problem... But I know you're in pain, even if you have Xiaoyu, you're still unwilling to give up. You want your own son." The queen choked and said, "Prescriptions, food supplements, and even... And that Mr. Tang, tried everything. I didn't want this, but now I have it. I should be happy, and you should be happy. But you are like this."

"I'm sorry." The emperor said with difficulty, "but it came too suddenly and could not accept it for a moment.

"You lied to me, you doubt me." The queen threw herself into the emperor's arms and beat him hard, "You dare not admit that you are hypocritical."

"Yes, I... couldn't believe it at first." The emperor was silent for a while and said, "But I know what kind of woman you are. I believe in you."

"Then why are you unhappy?" The queen hugged the emperor's neck and opened her red eyes, like a female leopard protecting her cubs. "You don't want this child, right?"

The emperor smiled bitterly: "You know why I am unhappy. No one doesn't want his own children. But I am the emperor."

The queen's sob gradually subsided. She lay on the emperor's chest, was silent for a while, wiped away her tears, raised her head and asked in a trembling voice: "What are you planning to treat Xiaoyu?"

The emperor looked at her silently and shook his head.

"I really don't know what to do." The emperor hugged his wife in his arms and held the cold little hand with his other hand. "If it's a girl, don't worry."

"What if it's really a boy?" said the queen, "I've always wanted to eat... sour things recently. I've heard people say that it seems... sour and spicy girls."

The emperor's hand tightened suddenly, the queen cried out in pain, and the emperor quickly let go.

"I'm sorry..." the emperor sighed and said with some difficulty, "But what should I do? What can I do?"

"I don't know... I really don't know." A trace of confusion finally appeared in the emperor's eyes. "I had already started to lay a solid foundation for him and prepared to hand over the country to him step by step. But at this time you have... This is our child, our blood inheritance. The inheritance of the father's business is the law of heaven and earth. For the empire, the inheritance of the throne should naturally be the priority of the legitimate son, and the adopted son... Even if I pass the throne to him, there will be many people who will not accept it, and there will even take the opportunity to cause chaos in the world. What should I do if my life's achievements are done? What should I do with this country?"

"But Xiaoyu is a good child." The queen said with red eyes, "You said that he would be a good emperor, and he is kind and upright, and can always treat these people well. Even if I give birth to a boy, if Xiaoyu becomes the emperor, he will not harm his younger brother."

The emperor was silent for a while, shook his head and sighed: "Xiaoyun, you still regard power as too simple... Even if Xiaoyu doesn't want to harm others, after he became the emperor, he couldn't help but do many things. Back then, did I want Xiaolei to die?"

"There are too many ambitious people in this country. If you give birth to a boy, even if he doesn't want to fight for the throne himself, won't others fight in his name? People around him will not push him to fight for it? Power..." The emperor sighed deeply, "After all, Xiaoyu is just an adopted son. Without considering age, ability, and experience, just with this identity, he can't fight with his legitimate son. But China recognizes this the most. Even if their generation has a deep brotherhood, what about their descendants?"

"How many people under my command can truly trust?" The emperor shook his head, looking a little sad. "Xiaofan and Xiao Tie are not young anymore. Even if they can do what I told you, how many years can they hold up more than me? For those people, holding the young master is much more cost-effective than holding Xiaoyu, a capable Changjun like the head, even if it is the two of them..."

"It would be great if it was a girl." The queen said tiredly, "It would be great if they wanted Xiaoyu to take her sister to grow up. If they like each other in the future, they would marry Xiaoyu when they became an adult. Although their age gap is a bit big, they just happened to be the same as ours, and their relationship will be good."

The emperor smiled bitterly and looked down at his wife, then sighed again.

"Xiaoyu is a careful child. I can't hide this from him for too long." The emperor said, "This child is very worried. If he discovers it himself, he may have some other thoughts, which would be bad..."

The queen said quietly: "I'll tell him... How great would it be if you weren't the emperor... We can't live a few days like ordinary people?"

The emperor hugged his wife tightly, frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

I'm cool, I use the split line

One hour later.

China Palace, Imperial Study Room.

The emperor quietly looked at the huge world map on the wall.

"Tang Master, Master Tang, that night, you said that I had a son-in-law on the astrological appearance, but now I really have a future, what should I do? Is this fate joking with me?"

"Isn't you dead like this? Is it really a destiny? Isn't the Japanese trash? Is it my imperial guards too good. They can't die. That Japanese woman and you were dead for a while. Liu Zhenwu and you died when they met you. Now Zhao Ming is dead. Everyone who follows you, you are a demon star." His face changed, his eyes were uncertain, he pinched the jade pendant with his fingers, and used it too hard and looked a little white, "Once you leave for a year, your life has changed, I

My fate has also changed. When you were there, I had no descendants; when you went out for a year, Xiaoyun became pregnant... Is it because you left me and could not punish your parents? Then what will you bring when you come back now? After adulthood, you will be punished by knives and axes, and you will be rewarded with knives and axes... There is no other day, and your Emperor Star is bright, so what is I... What is my child who is punished by my parents, and I will be punished by you in the future? I will also be killed by my children? My wife."

A rushing knock on the door.

"Come in."

The emperor's voice was as majestic and steady as before, but his heart began to thrive.

The secretary walked in quickly, without any calmness, his voice trembled: "Mr. Tang... is gone."

The emperor was shocked suddenly, turned around, and said in a daze: "What?"

The secretary swallowed and said with difficulty: "Mr. Tang... the immortal is gone. When we entered, Master Tang had already gone... He seemed to be writing a letter to you before, but we didn't dare to read it, so we brought it to you directly."

"Tang Master...Tang Master..."

Tears instantly poured out of the emperor's eyes, and the little bits of his time with this teacher and friend for thirty years surged into his heart like a tide. The emperor let the tears flow freely, and his eyes looked at the hand-written "Qian Gua" on the opposite wall, as if the old man splashed ink on that day, even though the fate of the world appeared in front of him again.

The emperor was stunned and closed his eyes after a while.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had regained his usual calmness and calmness.

"Mr. Tang's letter is here." The secretary respectfully handed over a piece of paper. The emperor took it, calmed down, and looked from the beginning.

"His Majesty:

I have been deducing my skills recently and I am sometimes confused, and I am afraid that I will not have much time to go.

In a certain life, if you look at the secrets of heaven, you will often be harmonious with heaven, and your family will wither, you will be rewarded by heaven. However, if you meet Your Majesty, you will be able to help the emperor's hegemony and revival of China, you will be said to be without regrets.

I have told Your Majesty that I have gained something in recent times. However, the way of heaven is far away, and there are also some mistakes. Therefore, I have verified it from many sources, exhausted my mind and exhausted my blood. Now it is listed here, and Your Majesty Shouqing has a view.

Your Majesty gathers the fortunes of ancestors and descendants, and is full of the world and is also supported by strange stars from other places. In harmony with the fortunes of China, you should be the hero of the world and unify the mountains and rivers. However, Your Majesty's fortune is too strong, and his descendants have no blessings to bear, and there is no descendant in the fate of Tiansha. Your Majesty adopts Your Majesty, and this son's fate is extraordinary, either for wealth or great honor, or for premature death, and there are constant difficulties and dangers, and there are constant turning opportunities. Looking at it a few days ago, this son is already very prosperous, and he should have turned into a dragon, so he can inherit the fortunes of Your Majesty. However, Your Majesty's fate has a turning point, and his fate is slightly dark, and his descendants' fate is prosperous again, so he will be the master. As for who the heir is, the old man repeatedly deduces it, but he cannot understand the key points.

I recently looked at Your Highness. He was actually a flying dragon in the sky. He was also helping many noble people. He had the luck of turning danger into safety and turning danger into barbarism. His long life was long and he could be called the most beautiful place in the world. However, this son's fortune was too strong, and he might be afraid of fate. His relatives were mostly restrained by others. He was not a rich and noble person.

I look at the heavens and look at the king's spirit. The army will turn prosperous. I am afraid that the world will be in turmoil. But this energy does not come from the north..."

The emperor frowned, but saw that there were still some words behind it, but it was already smeared in a mess. His face changed and he shouted sternly: "Who changed it?"

"No, I don't know." The secretary was so scared that he was sweating coldly, "We took it directly... In addition, there is this one that Master Tang held in his hands..."

The emperor took it and saw it, but it was a piece of yellow paper.

There is a picture and a few prophecies above.

However, there is an elder in the picture, pulling a child.

There are a few lines of words below: "The prophecy says: The king is not the king, and the minister is not the minister; it is difficult to be in danger, but it is finally determined. The verse says: The black rabbit walks into the green dragon's cave, and it is hard to say that it will not be said. Only the roots on the outside tree will bring their descendants to their descendants in thirty years."

The emperor looked at it and his eyes narrowed: "Tuibei picture, forty-three pictures?"

He repeatedly chewed on the picture and prophecy, and his face changed. After a while, he said to the secretary word by word: "Please keep your mouth in hand... I will bury Master Tang with the etiquette... Where is Tang Yixin? Come find him... don't say anything."
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