As night fell slowly, the patrol officers lit up gas street lights along the street. In the buildings on the side of the road, electric lights and kerosene lamps were lit one after another. In the bustling commercial and entertainment districts, neon lights began to flash as gorgeous as dreams.

In the night, it was like sparks spreading, and the initial stars gradually merged into a galaxy, and then turned into a brilliant sea of ​​light.

Citizens who had been busy for a day, either went to the tavern to make a drunk together, or were busy making an appointment in a carriage, or pedaled a newly bought bicycle and ran home with half a carp and two green onions in the basket at the front of the car. Whether it was a luxurious and charming clubhouse, a bustling night market, or a tavern with wine, there was vitality and vitality everywhere. Although everyone's face was different, it had something in common: hope.

Jingyuan.

Zheng Yu sat quietly in the dark living room alone, breathing soundly.

In this world, what he couldn't grasp the most was actually the emperor.

The emperor was too tolerant, too capable of performing, too far-reaching, and too meticulous in thinking. Zheng Yu once thought that he could grasp many of the emperor's ideas. But whenever he was full of confidence, he was shocked to find that he had always played a certain role in the emperor's layout. After several storms, he finally admitted helplessly that he still did not understand the emperor.

He did not think the emperor intended to kill himself.

The emperor is not a lunatic. The queen has just been pregnant for more than two months, and she doesn’t know if there are any problems in the middle. Moreover, the queen is nearly 50 years old, so it is really dangerous to have a smooth delivery.

But Zheng Yu didn't think this matter had nothing to do with the emperor.

Ge Shaojie is the emperor's confidant and extremely smart. This man knows the emperor's temperament well. As a recognized intelligence genius in the empire, his grasp of people's hearts is probably not something that others can do. It is likely that he grasped the emperor's thoughts, so he dared to take such a dangerous move. Otherwise, Ge Shaojie was destined to die without a burial place, and there was no suspense.

But Ge Shaojie did it, and the emperor did not send anyone to find him Zheng Yu urgently.

This itself illustrates the problem.

Zheng Yu's heart gradually collapsed.

Emperor Wu of Han, Emperor Taizong of Tang, Emperor Taizu of Song, Emperor Taizu of Ming, and Kangxi, everyone lost their minds in their own relatives, especially the heirs. Will the emperor be the next one?

Maybe this time, he just gave Zheng Yu's fate to God just because he was difficult to make a decision. But as long as he had this idea, who would know what in the future? Who knows what would he do on one day Zheng Yu angered him or something aroused his suspicion?

Zheng Yu is not worried about psychological opponents, but what he fears most is the genius who loses his mind. Because such a person will use the most terrifying efficiency to do things that you cannot expect at all.

Zheng Yu still remembered that when he was in Heilongjiang, several corrupt officials who were dismissed once smiled and said in front of him that the emperor would either not do it or do it. He understood that these people simply wanted to provoke his relationship with the emperor and let him fall into this inner demon one day. But at this moment, this thought was like a poisonous snake that grabbed his heart and made him breathing difficult.

The emperor is extremely suspicious. This leads to the most dangerous situation. The other party is in an irrational state and an emotional state, which leads to everything you do, no matter how you act, that may be considered as ulterior motives.

Just because the other party had already had that thought, that thought would also capture the emperor's heart, torture and force him like a poisonous snake.

The most important thing is that since the queen can get pregnant, it proves that the emperor can actually give birth to offspring.

Who can conclude that under such circumstances, he will not take a concubine widely and spread rain and dew everywhere? Those young and beautiful women will have offspring for him. How many descendants will he choose to be the crown prince in the future? Fourth Prince? Fourteenth Prince?

Footsteps.

Like a desperate drum beat, the sound went from far to near. The door opened, and a white-clothed guard glanced inside the house and pressed the light. Zheng Yu squinted his eyes and looked over, and another white-clothed guard stood on the other side, facing Zheng Yu's back to the gate. The tall figure appeared at the door, and his eagle-like eyes fell on Zheng Yu in an instant.

"Are you waiting for me?" The emperor stared at Zheng Yu's eyes and said with a smile.

"Yes, father. Mother has rested first when she is tired and told me to wait for you to come back." Zheng Yu stood up and bowed respectfully.

The attendant helped the emperor untied his cloak, took off his horse boots, changed into soft shoes, belts and gun holsters, and his sword was untied. The emperor waved his hand gently, and the guards left the door and closed it.

The emperor let go of Feng Jikuang, took the hot tea handed over by Zheng Yu, glanced at Zheng Yu, and drank it all, and the fatigue on his face seemed to fade a little.

"Go upstairs and come to my study." The emperor said lightly, "Let's talk."

I'm the dividing line of history

In the study, the emperor looked at his adopted son.

Zheng Yu looked calm and looked at the emperor. Gradually, a hint of sadness appeared on Zheng Yu's face.

"Father," Zheng Yu's head hung in pain, "Today, many people died for me, and I almost died. These things could have been avoided. My son knew that this was a situation, and if necessary, his son was willing to go through fire and water for the great cause of the empire. But... these people died without knowing it, and for no reason. My son didn't know why."

The emperor looked at Zheng Yu, and there was no emotional fluctuation on his face. After a while, he sighed softly: "Xiaoyu, you have been with us for fourteen years, right?"

Zheng Yu was stunned and nodded gently.

"For fourteen years, watching you grow from a child to an adult today. Do you know how proud it is for a father?" the emperor murmured, "You are my masterpiece, I have spent so much effort to cultivate you. Do you think I will sacrifice you for such a thing?"

Zheng Yu subconsciously shook his head.

"Xiaoyu, I think your mother has told you that she...is pregnant."

Zheng Yu looked up at the emperor, felt the depth in the other person's eyes, and nodded: "Yes, my mother has already told me. Congratulations to my father."

The emperor looked at him deeply, and after a while, he asked softly: "Aren't you angry?"

"In front of my mother, you have to endure it even if you are angry." Zheng Yu smiled bitterly, "But to be honest, I thought I should be angry, but I really couldn't get too angry."

The emperor's eyebrows moved slightly: "Oh?"

"Father, you should have a last resort." Zheng Yu was completely calm at this time. "Actually, Xiaoyu has always felt sorry for you in his heart. A great person like you cannot leave his own blood in the world. This is a very sad thing. You have saved a nation and should not be treated like this."

The emperor looked at Zheng Yu silently, as if he wanted to see the deepest part of this person.

"Xiaoyu obeys my father's arrangements in everything." Zheng Yu and the emperor looked at each other with great calmness. "If you think I am the right candidate for the prince, I will continue to do it; if you think I am suitable for a prince, I will let you go; if you think I should make it completely out of the way, then ask my father to allow me to be a civilian. Xiaoyu is confident and has some talent in doing business. Even if he leaves China, Xiaoyu is willing to indulge in Europe and the United States and become a giant businessman."

The emperor seemed a little surprised and asked calmly: "Why? Why did he think of being a prince or a civilian?"

"I haven't thought about changing your throne," said the emperor calmly. "You can only be seen by older people. The queen is old and pregnancy is dangerous. I have not decided whether to give birth to this child. Even if she is born, the mother and son are safe, but who can guarantee that she is a boy? Even if she is a boy, can she inherit the country? I am old and may not be able to support him all the way. I have worked hard to cultivate you for fourteen years. Is it just to let you leave when you should stand up?"

Zheng Yu looked at the emperor and said calmly for a while: "If I really had a younger brother, I'm afraid that someone in China would try to use our relationship to endanger the security of the empire. But as you said, there are still too many uncertainties in everything. Before you came back, I thought for a long time, and what was really beneficial to the great cause of the empire, but there was no conclusion. My son was not as talented as his father, experience as his father, and his vision was not as good as his father. So my son thought, just follow his father's arrangements. After all, the empire is yours, and all your arrangements are for the benefit of the empire."

The emperor looked at Zheng Yu for a while and was speechless. The expression on his face gradually became sarcastic and gradually became cold. He suddenly laughed, and his laughter was so harsh and so gloomy.

"You want to remind me that I must first consider how to benefit the empire, and don't just care about my own emotions, right?" The emperor stared at Zheng Yu, "You have to figure out that this empire is my. You are my son. What I say is the truth. It's not your turn to teach me how to do things now."

Zheng Yu's heart trembled, but he still said frankly: "Father, my son is not trying to remind you anything, my son just says what he says. You have always taught your son that everything is for the empire. My son has taken this as a creed since he was a child. In my son's heart, you are truly dedicated to the empire, so my son just wants to follow you and listen to your arrangements. This is what my son thinks, and that's all that."

The emperor shook his head: "You are complaining. You are complaining about me, and I feel that I have found that I have descendants, so I have become more concerned about you and want to get rid of you through the hands of outsiders. You think I am emotional and ignore the interests of the empire. You think that you have suffered grievances and want me to understand. You think that this is all my fault. I should continue to let you, the most suitable person, be the crown prince, rather than shake the foundation of the country for a baby who doesn't know whether it's a man or a woman."
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