Chapter 835

Emperor Qizhen pushed away the little eunuch with an umbrella beside him and walked to Jingrong step by step in the thick snow.

Virtually, a sense of oppression swept around Jingrong with a cold wind.

But he refused to take a step back!

Until the latter moment, Emperor Qizhen reached out and immediately fastened his back neck and pulled forward.

Jing Rong was forced to lean forward by the force on his neck.

The distance between father and son is close at hand! Emperor Qizhen's eyes were cold, pressed his voice and said, "do you know that the only person I can trust now is you. You are my son and the son of heaven in the future. What you have in mind should be the plan for the rise and fall of the world and the glory of national victory and defeat. What you hold in your hand is the country, not the country

It's learning from Jinghua and Jing to oppose me and force me. You know me and understand me. If you are stubborn again, I will change you and abolish you! "

Uh!

Jing Rong looked motionless and stared at the cold, angry and sharp eyes.

Emperor Qi Zhen clasped the big hand on his back neck and tried again for a few minutes and asked him, "so, do you want to do a good job? Or do you want to continue to investigate the never-ending Linjing case?"

When you're done, let him go,

One side is the throne, the other is the truth!

either-or!

However, with no hesitation on his cold face, Jing Rong lifted his robe and knelt to the ground.

"Plead with your father to order the coffin to be opened."

Kneeling on the snow, the cold feeling penetrated the thick cloth and slowly spread into his body.

Facing such a stubborn him, Emperor Qizhen stepped back, his chest hurt with anger, and his eyes were full of disappointment.

"Well, well, I really have a good son! So is Jinghua, so is Jinghua, and so is you now."

The sound rolled in the cold air, as cold as a thin knife.

With these words, Emperor Qizhen has turned and left!

Jingrong continued to kneel on the snow and straightened himself, hoping that his father could nod and answer him.

May——

No,

The snow is getting heavier and heavier, covering his green hair white and flying particles, obscuring his sight and cooling his heart

Emperor Qizhen returned to Fuyang hall and smashed the things in the hall. He swept away the stove tripod on the table and fell to the ground, and all the ashes in it were scattered.

A layer of gray dust splashed up.

Emperor Qizhen was distressed. "In those days, the imperial Duke was like this, and so is Jingrong today. They all want to force me and oppose me."

The echo echoed.

With a bit of sadness.

Seeing this, Zhang Quan came forward to persuade, "emperor, don't hurt yourself."

"Hurt?" He sneered and looked at Zhang Quan. "Tell me, what should I do to make this thing pass forever?"

but!

Zhang Quan hung his head. "As long as the king doesn't check, the matter can pass."

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have handed over the case to him. Now, in order to find out the truth of that year, he would rather not be a country." He frowned again. "Is it true that the imperial Duke is not dead?"

Zhang Quan: "the emperor should not think too much. If the imperial Duke is still alive, how can he not appear in the past 15 years? Even if he is still alive, there is no threat to the emperor. Moreover, the emperor has to do it for the sake of the country and the people all over the world."

For the country?

For the people of the world?

Seriously, what is the truth?

About half an hour later, the eunuch came to report.

"Emperor, King Rong is still kneeling in the imperial garden."

Through the hollowed out window, Emperor Qi Zhen took a look outside. The heavy snow was still continuing and the cold wind was whizzing. Ordinary people would shiver when they stood on a incense stick in such weather, not to mention kneeling for half an hour.

"If he is really my son, he is equally stubborn!"

Eunuch: "emperor, do you need someone..." pull the prince back to the palace?

Before he finished, Emperor Qizhen interrupted.

"Let him."

Let him?

The eunuch didn't dare to say much, so he had to retreat.

Emperor Qizhen propped his forehead and had severe pain in his temples.

That day, Jing Rong's stubbornness kept him kneeling all day.

The eunuch put a heater for him to prevent him from freezing into ice.

The wind and snow didn't stop. I saw that he couldn't hold on. At this time, a pair of shoes fell in front of him.

It's a woman's shoe!

The shoes are not first-class, but made of coarse cloth. They are ordinary, but they are embroidered with a pair of very exquisite cranes and birds.

vivid.

Ji Yunshu held an umbrella on his head and looked down at the stubborn man kneeling on the ground. Tears rolled in his eyes.

She squatted down, looked at him flat, looked at him painfully, and stretched out her hand to hold his cold cheek.

It's too cold!

She couldn't help crying at last.

Jing Rong looked at her with weak eyes, and a smile gradually came out of the corners of his mouth,

"I'm fine." His voice is weak and hoarse.

She gently wiped the snow off his head and shoulders and hugged him with her slender arms.

Try to keep the man warm.

She choked. "Let's go back."

The man's cold body trembled badly in her arms, opened his cracked lips and said word by word, "I wish we were all wrong, and I wish that person... Wasn't him!"

The voice trembled with pain.

Ji Yunshu knows his mood.

That kind of understanding is empathy.

She can only hold the man tightly and warm his cold heart.

But——

He still fell ill.

Fell into her arms.

"Jingrong? Jingrong?" She shouted in his ear.

Jing Rong's heavy body pressed on her shoulder and chest.

No consciousness!

The umbrella in her hand also fell at that moment. In an instant, snow was flying all over the sky, covering them one by one like kapok.

Finally, the palace men carried Jingrong out of the palace and returned to King Rong's house.

Mo ruo rushed over immediately after learning the news and saw Jingrong's frozen body. He was worried and scolded, "this stone is too big. All he had in his mind are stones. He knows that he has to kneel in the snow for so long on such a cold day. Don't you want to live!"

Ji Yunshu sat by the bed, rubbing his hands.

The house was soon filled with stoves, quilts added one bed after another, and hot towels changed one after another.

Finally, it warmed his body and didn't matter.

Ji Yunshu stayed by the bed and didn't want to leave.

She touched Jing Rong's bloody face and tears fell down one by one. "Why can't we stop? Why? I shouldn't have promised you to go to Beijing from the beginning. If not, you and I wouldn't be in a dilemma today. On the one hand, it's your father and emperor, on the other hand, it's the truth of the royal government, about the royal family, about Wei Yi, and about the old people of the royal government

It's more about the 100000 army. How to choose? How to choose? " She leaned over his chest and pulled the sheet tightly with her hands.