A dream of glory,

Half a piece of paper for fame and fortune,

Right and wrong are thousands of feet high.

Horse hooves stomp the frost on the street,

Listen to the sing of a few times.

Dust clothes,

The heart of the world.

Out of the Royal Linfeng.com,

Muyi Qishouyang,

Sighing Han Peng Weiyang,

Prematurely in a crazy manner.

(Yuan Haowen, "The Emperor of Chao")

I'm the silent dividing line

The fire was covered with layers of clouds, and the setting sun shone half of the sky like a burning sea of ​​blood. Zheng Yu narrowed his eyes, looked at the heavy palaces dyed dark red in front of him, took a deep breath and walked in.

Mingyuelan bit her lower lip and quietly looked at the lonely back, watching his shadow dragging in the sunset, watching his footsteps resolutely and moving forward, a heart gradually sinks. The heavy palace gate was slowly closed by the expressionless guards, Mingyuelan closed her eyes, and tears fell quietly.

China Palace, Quiet Garden.

The queen was wearing a pink cotton dress today, and she looked particularly soft and friendly. She was sitting on the sofa in the living room and knitted her sweater carefully. Hearing the sound of pushing the door, the queen raised her head and nodded casually at Zheng Yu: "Your father still has something to do. If you are hungry, let's eat first."

Zheng Yu looked at the adoptive mother quietly, as the bright lines of the other person's statue had become a little plump and soft, feeling the graceful and luxurious face that was cunning and silly, and began to exude a strong maternal love. He felt in a trance that even the queen ten years ago had never seemed as beautiful as today.

He took a deep breath and a faint smile appeared on his face: "Mother, are you in good spirits today?"

The queen glanced at him and said with a smile: "I'm in good spirits today... I'm really hungry when you say that. Let's eat first. Today I cooked chicken soup with my own hands. You have to eat more."

Zheng Yu nodded: "Mother has a life, so she should comply."

Zheng Yu looked at the knife and fork tableware on the dining table, the bloody red Lafite wine, looked up at Zhou Xiaoyu who was staring at him and smiled: "Xiao Zhou, do you want to eat together?"

Zhou Xiaoyu smiled, and there seemed to be a hint of bitterness in her smile: "I don't have that blessing... Your Highness, today the Empress is very attentive, you have to be more careful."

Zheng Yu's heart moved, and after a moment of thought, he couldn't help but tremble and his hands and feet were cold.

His eyes were a little gloomy, and his eyes looked at the tableware and red wine, with a hint of fear.

"You have to be careful", what should I be careful?

But... do you need to use this method to deal with yourself? Mother, is that kind of person again? In a short moment, Zheng Yu had a few thoughts flashed through him, and finally smiled secretly. He poured a glass of red wine, tried the hanging glass, smelled the smell, tasted it, and looked intoxicated: "It's indeed better in 2002..."

The queen came up with a bowl of borscht in person, and Zheng Yu hurriedly took it. Zhou Xiaoyu had already gone to the kitchen to serve the dishes silently. The queen smiled at Zheng Yu: "You always complain that the wine in those years has a little astringent taste. Let's eat steak today, and with the 2002 years, you can see how it is."

Zheng Yu smiled: "It's really... I've been eating some health vegetarian food this time, but I forgot Mr. Qi Shilin's best steak. By the way, how is his restaurant like? It's really a long time since I tried his craftsmanship."

"Albert's business is now very big," the queen smiled. "Not only did he open a hotel, but he also opened a chain of pastry houses, which was named the chief Western-dot chef of the Palace of China, and he also had a royal industry brand. He has been successful in the past two years."

Zheng Yu smacked his lips: "This kid is not authentic... I have been back for so long, so I won't give you two free coupons, so I can take Sophie to sit down."

"You... I specially adjusted it for you today, but I'm just making a fuss... He's the boss and he's busy, but he said that if you want, he can give you pastry free every day."

"Forget it." Zheng Yu shook his head, "I don't want Sophie to eat like his wife."

The queen smiled and gently tapped the handle of the wine glass with a dining knife, making a crisp sound.

"I sincerely thank God the Father, and give me food and nourish my body, and be merciful to the Lord of God, and bless Hallelujah."

After the queen finished her prayer, she skillfully began to cut the steak from the plate.

Zheng Yu looked at the blood-stained steak and turned his eyes to the red wine, borscht, potatoes, lettuce...

He smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking to himself...

Is it the so-called final supper?

I'm the silent dividing line

China Palace, Imperial Study Room.

The emperor's office was gradually darkening. The emperor leaned on the back of the seat, his eyes were too long, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he slowly raised his body, turned on the desk lamp, took out a photo from his wallet, and looked at it silently through the light.

In the photo, the young and powerful emperor, holding his wife with sweet and admiring face with one hand, and holding his wife who was just eight years old in his special military uniform, was looking at the prince of his adoptive parents with innocent and admiring eyes. The emperor's eyes gradually became wet.

He closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to see something happening among the three members of the family.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and shook his head gently, as if he wanted to drive something out of his mind.

"Forty-two pictures... The beauty comes from the west, and the court is getting more peaceful... The Western woman's pipa fairy has brighter clothes. At this time, she lives in the Chaozhou city, causing trouble for millions of monarchs and ministers... Forty-three pictures, the black rabbit walks into the Qinglong Cave... Xiaoyun, if the Forty-three pictures say the present, the forty-two pictures say, could it mean that you just returned to Java from studying in the UK that year, with bright skin and like to wear white foreign skirts... This makes trouble for millions of monarchs and ministers. Is it because you can't give birth to descendants for a long time, and the people in the court are in a turmoil, and Dalei also has thoughts... Now it's finally easy for Xiaoyu to become a weapon, and you suddenly have a back, and even my heart is in chaos. This country... The black rabbit walks into the Qinglong Cave, is this child in your belly really mine?"

"No, Xiaoyun is not that kind of person, I shouldn't doubt her. It's my problem that she can't give birth to a child... By the way, since I say that I should have a son, the child should be mine... But what do I mean by this child now? Or... But what should I do with this big man now? This child is too tolerant and sophisticated. Now that I have indulged in Japan, he will have grudges in his heart. If I give birth to a child, even if I can live until my son grows up, he will definitely not be Xiaoyu's opponent. Even if Xiaoyu was kind-hearted, what now? What about his subordinates? Will he do anything for him? Repay it with a knife and an axe..."

"He didn't die like this... Is it really God's will? But I am the man of destiny and he is in line with God's will. What about me?"

"In just a few months, Xu Fan, Qin Guang, and even Jiang Sheng of the National F Army, and Zeng Qimeng of the Northeast Front Army were all turning to him. People from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs praised him as a diplomatic genius. The old dogs of the Second Army of the Imperial Guard flattered him and made a sound. The common people said that the empire was inherited... Even the Tang Shi said that he was a good culprit and had a long fortune. This demon star bewitched everyone, but in the end, those who followed him would die even their parents would be defeated by him."

"Can't the country I have won pass on to my son, but instead rely on you, the Lone Star of Tiansha who defeats your biological parents and adopts parents? Are we the ones who make wedding clothes for you..."

One by one, one suspicion after another was like an indelible poisonous insect gnawing on his reason. The supreme emperor finally began to struggle hard in the dark at this moment. His expression changed drastically, sometimes heartbroken, sometimes gentle, sometimes gritted his teeth... The light of the desk lamp hit his face, the usually majestic and calm, with compassion, and faintly sacred face, seemed so ferocious and terrifying at this moment...

I'm the silent dividing line

China Palace, Quiet Garden.

After dinner, the queen pulled Zheng Yu for the first time, asked him to support him and take a walk in the garden outside. Zhou Xiaoyu took a coat, put it carefully for the queen, and stood by silently. Zheng Yu's heart gradually became uneasy. He looked at the calm queen and thought about how to face everything that might happen.

Zheng Yu supported his adoptive mother and walked in the yard. The guards were far away and alert to the surroundings. Only this mother and son were snuggling in the afterglow of the sunset, and the shadows were dragging their hair long. Another thin figure followed silently six or seven meters away.

"Xiaoyu," the queen turned her head and smiled at her cautious adopted son, "I have a question I have never asked you over the years."

Zheng Yu's heart moved, and the blood flowing all over his body seemed to slow down.

"What would you do if your father and I had my own flesh and blood?" the queen asked slowly, her tone calm, as if she was joking, and seemed to be just asking casually.

Zheng Yu stopped. He looked at his adoptive mother and slowly closed his eyes. After a while, he opened his eyes and gently pressed his forehead against his adoptive mother's forehead, feeling the warmth.

He raised his head and smiled gently: "Mother, if I really have younger brothers and sisters, I will have more responsibility, not only to be a good son, but also to be a good brother."

The queen looked at the adopted son and felt the sincerity of the other party. Her eyes seemed to blink slightly. She turned her head and turned around for a long time before she turned to Zheng Yu and smiled and said, "Xiaoyu, you are a good child."

"It was my father and mother who raised me." Zheng Yu said calmly, "Without you, I don't know where I am... One more person to take care of my father and mother, and it is the crystallization of your love. I am not happy with your bloodline. As for the others, I will follow the arrangements of my father and mother."

The queen was stunned.

She stood in front of Zheng Yu, quietly looking at the adopted son who had been with him for more than ten years, as if she was looking for memories, and as if she was looking for a little mark left by the years. She stretched out her hand and gently stroked the adopted son's cheek. Before she knew it, tears quietly slid down.

Zheng Yu smiled, handed the handkerchief, and whispered: "What's wrong with mother? She's too excited and is not good for the fetus."

The queen was shocked, and her eyes looked at Zheng Yu again with incredible eyes: "Do you know?"

"Some speculations before," Zheng Yu said with a smile, "My mother was sleepy, dizzy, anorexia, but she liked to eat plums...I didn't remember you like this before. As soon as you said it today, I knew what was going on."

He pressed his forehead affectionately on his adoptive mother's forehead: "Mother, congratulations."

The queen's hand was trembling slightly, holding her adopted son's head with both hands, gently lowered her fingers, and tiptoed to kiss her adopted son's forehead.

"Xiaoyu, forgive my mother." The queen gently covered her face and let out a slight sob. "Mother just knew it, and she didn't want to lie to you..."

Zheng Yu gently held his adoptive mother in his arms and sniffed his familiar fragrance: "Mother, my son has always felt...unfortunate for his father. He is a real great man, but he cannot inherit his bloodline. This is a real tragedy. Now that his father has descendants, I am happy for him. A great person like him should be able to pass on his bloodline in this world."

The queen sobbed more and more intensely as she heard these words.

Zheng Yu kissed his adoptive mother's forehead: "Mother, this is a good thing, why bother to be sad? Emotions are not good for the child..."

"Xiaoyu, you are a good child, you are really a good child." The queen gently stroked the cheek of her adopted son and said with a sob, "Mother is not a good woman. Unfilial and without a queen is the greatest. Your father is an orphan without a father. Your mother should have a lot of money for him. But my mother is not a qualified wife. She has not even made any noise for so many years. Your father has always given up on me. After so many years, he has tolerated me no matter how I messed around. But I know that he feels bitter. He always wants children, but he can't get pregnant... I'm sorry uncle and your father."

Zheng Yu looked at the adoptive mother who had always cared for him, and his heart ached faintly. The thick shell outside his heart collapsed a small piece again, and a trace of sunlight shone into his heart. He silently wiped the tears from his adoptive mother's face and said softly: "Mother, you are a blessed person, and your father is even more popular with Chinese spiritual energy. This child must be a smart and beautiful person, and he will definitely be filial to you in the future."

The queen nodded and smiled: "Xiaoyu, I am old and give birth to this child... Maybe in the future, you can only leave your father, you, and your younger brother or sister here, you have to take care of each other..."

"This time, no matter what, I will give birth to the child." The queen said softly, "I will leave a descendant for the uncle, otherwise I will die with my eyes."

Zheng Yu knew that he was not qualified, and he could not persuade the mother. He could only hug the adoptive mother, close his eyes gently, and let tears flow slowly down his cheeks.

At this moment, he had only one thought:

How great would it be if my father was not the emperor...
Chapter completed!