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In Yanzhou, in a mountain city, Zhou Yanhu woke up from his sleep.

The moonlight shone through the window paper, and the furnishings of the house were very simple, and he was still a little uncomfortable.

He pushed open the door and walked into the yard.

Wang Xian was sitting in the yard drinking, wearing his hair, looking very comfortable.

"Your Majesty can't sleep? Have a drink?"

"I won't drink." Zhou Yan sat down on the stone bench, looked at Wang Xian steadily, and asked, "When will you send me back?"

"Where does Your Majesty want to go back to? Jinan? Or Kaifeng?"

Wang Xian is more free and easy than Wang Zhen, more friendly than Wang Zhu, and also has a gentleness that is rare for men. Although he is asking questions, he does not seem aggressive.

He held the wine glass, pondered for a while, and slowly said, "What King Jing'an means, after this battle, he will send His Majesty back to Kaifeng. By next year, he may be able to return to the capital."

Zhou Yan nodded and said, "Okay."

"We have been together these days and have a deep friendship." Wang Xian suddenly said, "Let's have a drink together?"

He did not use a honorary title this time, but his eyes became more sincere.

Zhou Yan was not willing to refuse, so he picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"I might not say some things, but for our friendship, I take the liberty to say them. If I feel that I can't hear them, I will forget them after tonight." Wang Xian said again.

He still doesn't need a respectful title.

"What?"

"I think now is your chance to change your destiny, and such opportunities may not necessarily come in the future."

"What's the meaning?"

Wang Xian said: "What you should know is that Brother Xiao will never return the power to you."

Zhou Yan was stunned, and the wine in his hand was spilled on his hands.

"I met my elder brother some time ago and had a deep conversation." Wang Xian said slowly: "Brother Xiao means that he will always treat you as a puppet for the rest of his life. He has no intention of seizing the throne, he just plans to wait, saying that he will wait for the day when the world changes.

I don't know what the change he said was, but forty years, fifty years, sixty years... he will wait and let everyone talk about forgetting you, the emperor..."

Zhou Yan's face turned paler and he murmured: "What are you talking about? What does this mean?"

"I don't know what this means. But you should know that you are powerless to change. Can Song Xin and Song Li brothers be able to regain power for you?"

Zhou Yan opened his mouth, unable to speak, only a sense of powerlessness.

"I was detained in Nanjing for two years, nine months and twenty-one days. I know what that kind of life feels like." Wang Xian said slowly: "If you are an emperor without real power throughout your life, you may be more tormented than being seized. You are only eighteen years old and your life will be long. Do you really have to become a decoration for the rest of your life?"

"Then what do you... want me to do?"

"It's not what I want you to do, it's what you want to do."

Wang Xian sighed and said, "I can't fight for you. I will not fight for any power for you. What I can do is to give you an extra choice out of personal friendship."

"choose?"

"Yes." Wang Xian said: "If you want to leave, change your identity and live as you wish from now on, I can let you go."

"Go? Where to go?"

"You decide for yourself, I can give you money and hide your identity for you."

Wang Xian's eyes were very honest, but there was still a hint of pity in his eyes.

Zhou Yan lowered his head and didn't speak for a long time.

He knew what kind of ability he had... If Wang Xian said, Wang Xiao had the same plan, he knew that he could not make any trouble.

On the other hand, leaving here, he knew that he could live a free and easy life.

In the yard, the two of them didn't speak for a long time.

It was not until a pot of wine that Zhou Yan opened his mouth.

"If you let me go, you will have to bear a considerable crime, right?"

"You just don't think I'm hiding evil intentions."

Zhou Yan said: "I know you are for my own good. What you say today is all because of our personal friendship..."

Wang Xian nodded and asked, "You can consider two days, up to two days."

Zhou Yan shook his head.

"No need to think about it, I won't leave. What I inherited was the country of our ancestors. No matter what, there was no reason to give up people."

"Even if there is no real power in your life?"

"There is no reason to leave."

Wang Xian looked at Zhou Yan attentively, and after a while, he nodded.

"Okay, is this your majesty's own choice?"

"You have no jokes."

...

Wang Xian returned to the house, sat down under the desk, pondered for a while, and picked up the pen to write a letter to Wang Xiao.

He felt a little sad for Zhou Yan, because no one here mentioned it... Yesterday was the birthday of His Majesty the Emperor.

On the contrary, only Wang Xiao sent someone to send a letter to tell him a word.

"When His Majesty has passed his 18th birthday, my cousin will make a choice for him. Whether to go or stay is up to him..."

Wang Xian didn't quite understand what kind of thought Wang Xiao did this.

But now, Zhou Yan's decision has been made.

But I don’t know how many people in the Chu Dynasty care about His Majesty the Emperor…

After Wang Xian wrote a letter, he was about to seal it up, he suddenly hesitated for a moment and put it back in the trunk.

The battle in Guanzhong will probably have a result in the next few days, so I'll send it to you later.

He thought so and murmured: "This is the personal friendship between you and me..."

To the west of Tongguan, the Qing army camp.

In a small tent, Hou Xun, Hou Fangxia and his son were being held here.

The two of them were already asleep, and suddenly woke up by the shouts of killing in the distance, and quickly turned over.

After a while, footsteps suddenly approached outside.

"Take these two to see the Regent..."

Hou Xun and Hou Fangxia looked at each other.

It's over! That fake Your Majesty is exposed...

The father and son had a decided plan in their minds when they saw this, and followed the Qing soldiers out of the tent honestly.

Because both of them were literati, they had always been surrendering, but they were not equipped with shackles. Only four Qing soldiers came to lead them, and their waists were not released.

After walking for a while, I listened to the sound of killing in the distance getting closer and closer, and the noise was quite loud.

Hou Xun suddenly started coughing.

"What's wrong?! Go quickly... the Regent is still waiting..."

Hou Xun suddenly pushed his shoulder and hit the Qing soldier's stomach.

Hou Fangxia quickly pulled out the waist knife of a Qing soldier and waved it in the air, but it did not hit anyone.

"Walk!"

The father and son ran away...

Hou Xun met Zhou Yan in Xuzhou, and of course he knew that the emperor was fake.

Why didn't it be exposed at that time?

He could see clearly that in the battle of Shanxi, the Qing army could not win, but instead detoured by Shaanxi, and its momentum was already at a disadvantage compared to the Chu Dynasty.

Even the emperors captured are fake, how can they win?

Everyone pushed him when the wall fell, but he didn't care to push him...

What’s hateful is that the brat who pretends to be His Majesty can’t act until the end. This is to kill us father and son...

"Run!"

"Get down quickly!"
Chapter completed!