Chapter 1122: Emperor, I have something to say

At this moment, he was so close to me, the hot air was blowing on his face, but I felt a feeling of getting cold into the bone marrow. The fingertips hanging on the sleeves on both sides were a little cramped, and I wrinkled slowly. A little perception.
It turned out that he was for this purpose.
Some cold faces were blown away by his breath, and the skin felt a slight irritation, as if pinned by a lot of needles. Although it was not painful, it was a bit numb. The feeling, feeling, seemed to be slaped hard It seems.
At this time, I slowly calmed down.
I looked into his eyes and said, "Have your emperor ever seen Qinghan's face?"
He shuddered.
Probably he wouldn't believe it at all. I would mention Qinghan so clearly in front of him. If Liu Qinghan was still an official in the middle of the country, I wouldn't dare; but now, he is far away. Beijing, far away from the court for which he paid almost everything, he is now in Xichuan, has his own power, and no one dares to act lightly on him.
So, now, in front of him, I can say his name plainly.
Pei Yuanzhang's breathing sank suddenly.
I tickled my lips: "Although it is unsightly, I think that Her Majesty the Emperor has seen it a bit."
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"Her Majesty the Emperor just asked me, and promised not to go back to four years ago."
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"Back four years ago means I have to forget who gave me these four years."
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"But I can't forget."
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"I can't forget, in order to give me these four years and to give me the opportunity to give motherly love to wonderful words, what price did he pay."
Looking back at Wangjiang Pavilion, I saw the scary scars on the original familiar face, and the rumors spread about Yang Liu by the Yangzhou people-his face is like Yasha and his heart is like a bodhisattva. But I know he wasn't like that. He had a pair of clear and bright eyes, a wide and clean forehead, and the softest smile I have ever encountered in my life, but it all became the price he paid. .
If, I went back four years ago, who would he ask for those costs?
If one day, Heaven is pitied, I can meet him again, how can I face the dark eyes hidden under the mask?
I took a deep breath, looked at Pei Yuanzhang, and said calmly, "I can't look back!"
Pei Yuanzhang's face became pale and cold for a moment, as if at this moment, the whole body's blood was suddenly frozen.
The entire apse also became frozen and solidified.
I do n’t know how long, the corners of his eyes are slightly red, and I can even clearly see that his eyes are congested and slowly turning red, and his breath is blowing on his face, as sharp as a steel knife, I almost think that For a moment, I had to go through the nightmares I experienced every time I annoyed him in the past, but this time, I was very calm, and even stubbornly stared at him, refused to retreat.
Then he came towards me.
Although my gaze was firm, but at this moment it was impossible to bump into his arms. I took a step back, but caught off guard, hitting the back against the door, and suddenly the tall Zhu Qi door slammed.
The sound was not loud, but at this moment, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and there were some bustling sounds outside that were all quiet at this moment.
Someone said, "Someone in the temple!"
"Who is it?"
"Is it-assassin?"
Outsiders kept speculating in horror, but never heard Chang Qing's voice. On the contrary, she could feel a long sigh of relief.
I turned my head and looked through the narrow gap between the doors. I saw her slowly turning her head and looking here.
"Who is in the hall?"
Her voice was calm and soothing, but with a touch of respect that could be felt.
The people around were also jealous. When I heard Chang Qing making such an opening, I was so nervous. Even the guards who had to draw their swords were immediately fixed in place, but the look on everyone's face was still quite tense.
At the sight of this scene, my mood was tense, and I raised my head subconsciously, but saw Pei Yuanzhang stretched out his hand and patted it the door panel behind me. There was a loud bang and the door shook a bit. , But I was caught there by his hand, and I dare not move easily.
He lowered his head slowly, almost against my cheek, but stopped again, staring straight into my eyes.
I also looked at him, without blinking.
Then he said, "Yeah."
The sound was not loud, but it was just right for everyone outside to hear.
As soon as I heard this voice, all the people outside were frightened, and immediately heard the sound of everyone kneeling down, one by one, Voldemort Hoe did not dare to speak, and only Chang Qing was able to speak, saying calmly: "It was the emperor here Rest, the officials do not know, I hope the emperor forgive me. "
"I don't know who is guilty, let the queen be flat."
"Xie Xie."
The fabric heard Changsuo's voice. Chang Qing slowly stood up, still bowed her head, stood still outside the door, and only said gently: "The courtier thought that the emperor would accompany the princess and the blessed princess in Xiangdian. The emperor is here to rest. "
"The method of praying for the National Teacher is different. He doesn't need to be present, so he just walks here," he said quietly, "why is the queen here?"
"I heard that someone stole the items in the palace out of the palace.
"It turned out that the emperor came here later."
"The emperor made fun of him, and the officials did not dare."
"So, have you caught it?"
"Catch two now."
"Catch the trap, catch the thief, get the stolen money."
"Stolen and recovered."
"Then, let me see, what kind of baby is it? It is worth taking such a big risk and stealing it from the palace."
"Yes."
As soon as the voice fell, Pei Yuanzhang reached out and slowly opened the door around me.
At this moment, my heart mentioned the throat, I was afraid that this scene was seen by people outside, but one of his hands was still struggling to hold it aside, blocking the road I could walk away, and suddenly my cold sweat Rujiang, staring at him with wide eyes.
But he was not slow, he listened to Chang Qing's footsteps and slowly walked to the door.
However, he only opened the door a little.
Then he stretched out his hand.
People outside could only see that one of his hands was stretched out, and Chang Qing didn't come in, but stood at the door, and respectfully gave a puppet to his hands.
He slowly retracted his hand, twisted his fingertips slowly, and slowly raised it in front of me. Although he was too close at this time, he no longer wanted to have anything to do with him, and he didn't want to look at him, but At this time, I couldn't help looking up and glanced at it. It was indeed the puppet that Yang Qing gave to Yang Yunhui, and Yang Yunhui handed it to me before dying.
Originally, it should be able to be returned to Yang Jinqiao, but at this moment--
His gaze looked at my eyes through the hollow pattern on the golden urn, and the corner of his mouth slightly tilted, evoking a faint smile, and said loudly, "This is the urn."
Chang Qing's voice was slightly raised: "The emperor recognizes this thing?"
"Of course. This was during the Dongzhou War. Someone specifically stayed there and entrusted the transfer."
His statement was ambiguous. No one left it. No one entrusted it. But Chang Qing already knew it. At this time, he only took the most important sentence and asked--
"Who forwarded?"
When I heard her asking this, my heart tightened slightly.
Holding his breath, he looked nervously at the man in front of him.
On Pei Yuanzhang's face, the faint smile gradually disappeared, and the condensed color in his eyes became heavier and heavier.
I can almost hear my heartbeat, and I can hear his heartbeat.
After a while, he said, "Leave it to Miss Yang."
Chang Qing immediately said, "But at that time, the lady Yang Jinqiao who died in the palace?"
"Exactly."
With that said, they both stopped.
If anyone else doesn't understand at this time, it's really stupid.
People outside didn't even breathe, but I could feel that everyone's eyes fell on one person.
At this time, Yang Jinqiao had straightened her back and knelt there, slowly turned to the apse, knelt down gently, her hands fell on the ground, and slowly said, "Well, meet the emperor."
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Just this sentence, like a thunderous thunder, shocked everyone.
I looked at the golden urn, raised my head again, and watched Pei Yuanzhang's eyes flashing, and my heart was bitter and astringent for a while, and I couldn't tell what it was like.
Yang Jinqiao finally admitted her identity.
Moreover, not in her own home, not in front of Pei Yuanzhang alone, but in the presence of Chang Qing and many people in the palace, she called herself "妾", and she had already acknowledged that she had died before she lied The identity of Madam Gong Jinqiao!
Pei Yuanzhang also seemed to sigh slightly, and then her voice was as usual: "It was you."
"Yes."
Chang Qingrou whispered, "I didn't expect it to be Yang Jinqiao. Did the emperor already know?"
"Yes," he said calmly, "Yang had seen her at the Yang family birthday before, but she had gone through many things and had just returned to Beijing. She asked her to go home to reunite with her parents and did not immediately tell her. Queen; such a thing would have been given to her. "
"It turned out to be the emperor's arrangement, and the property was returned to the original owner.
"No, the queen's eyes are like a torch, and she has a clear look at Qiuhao. Without such carefulness, how can you be assured to hand over the harem to the queen?"
"The emperor is overrated."
After saying this, Chang Qing said softly: "I did not expect that it was really regrettable that Mrs. Jin Qiao was killed by the rebels, but she did not expect that it was still in the world. It was gratifying."
Singing the opera to this day can't understand it.
I looked up and looked at Pei Yuanzhang nervously.
How will he deal with this "resurrected" Mrs. Jin Qiao?
Just when I was nervous, people outside held my breath, waiting for the emperor's final "declaration", Yang Jinqiao suddenly said, "Emperor, I have something to say."