The city gate slowly closed, separating the inside and outside of the city into two worlds, and in a trance, Yang Huairen suddenly felt that he couldn't figure out whether he should belong to the world outside the city or inside the city.

Tonight's night is exceptionally dark, perhaps because there is no moon in the sky, and the stars are too lazy to compete for glory.

In the middle of the city of Tokyo, in the bustling area, the lights are still brilliant, as if today is exactly the same as the usual days, the business that should be done is still to be done, the money that should be made is still to be earned, and no one cares what happened in the palace.

The people around the city walls are poor people, who eat dinner early, and then go to bed instead of lighting the lamp, saving money to buy lamp oil, and maybe buy an extra popsicle for their children.

The heat of the day began to dissipate slowly, and occasionally there was a slight breeze, closing your eyes to face the direction of the wind, which made people feel a faint comfort.

Yang Huairen is now leaving or staying, and the family is embarrassed on the gate building of Wanshengmen.

Walk? That's impossible, the will of the official family asks you to guard the door, you have to stay here, I didn't say to let you go, if you go, it will be disobeying the holy will.

Stay? The city gates have been closed, and more than 200 people are staring here? No matter what has become in the palace, on their side, the official family will always have to give an explanation.

Sent someone to the nearest gate to ask, Yang Shihu's side, there was no news, and the family could only stay in place and wait for a new will.

In the palace, you can't take the initiative to ask, you can only wait passively.

More than half of the time passed, and someone came to pass the decree, and the decree did not say what to do with the city gate, and the people guarding the gate were to leave or stay, only saying that Yang Huairen, the prince of Xuantong Yuanjun County, entered the palace.

Yang Huairen left Brother Hei Niu here to preside over the situation, and he took Brother Tianba to follow the messenger into the palace.

Galloped all the way to the palace castle, I don't know if the palace gate has long been closed or has not been opened, it is not possible to go to the main gate, so I have to leave the horse outside.

A few of the guards on the wall threw down a rope and asked the people below to tie it to their bodies, and they pulled them up the wall.

Yang Huairen was pulled up first, and then the little chamberlain who passed the decree, and when he arrived at Tianba's younger brother, a group of people spent a long time, and the rope was broken and he was not pulled up.

Yang Huairen thought about it, even if he was pulled up, Chen Tianba could only stay here, so it was better to simply let him stay below.

followed another chamberlain to trot all the way to see Zhao Xu, there were not many palace people on the road, and there were not many guards patrolling, that feeling was like there was no difference from usual, but Yang Huairen was a little apprehensive in his heart.

The little chamberlain led it, and did not go to the Zichen Palace, where the official family lived, nor to the Shou'an Palace, where the Empress Dowager lived, but to the Huangyi Palace.

Yang Huairen has entered the palace many times, this imperial hall is the first time to come, at night by the faint yellow light in the lantern, can not see the general idea of this palace, but after entering the gate of the main hall, but found that this palace sounds more remote, than the decoration of the Daqing Palace, it is much more luxurious.

This is the place where the tablets of the emperors of the Great Song Dynasty are enshrined!

There is no expected majesty, but instead a suffocating silence. There were not many lights and candles in the hall, and Yang Huairen only saw a person kneeling in front of the altar under the tablet dedicated to the emperors of the Great Song Dynasty.

Looking at the back, Yang Huairen recognized that it was Zhao Xu, but at this moment he was wearing a plain robe, not a dragon robe, so he knelt there silently, like a sculpture.

The little chamberlain stopped when he walked to the door of the hall, lowered his body and shouted to the hall, "Yang Huairen, the prince of Tongyuan County, meet you."

Then he turned sideways, stood on the side of the temple gate, held the lantern in his hand, as if to clear the tall threshold of the temple gate for Yang Huairen behind him, and said again, "The county prince has a weapon on his body, please take it off and put it at the door." ”

Yang Huairen nodded slightly to express his gratitude, at this time he was indeed wearing a new general's armor, and a decorative sword was straddling his waist.

He unsheathed his sword, hesitated, and then took out a dozen kitchen knives from his bosom and placed them at the feet of the chamberlain.

It was the chamberlain who made a gesture of please, and Yang Huairen crossed the red threshold, and then walked into the main hall of the Imperial Palace.

This kind of place is always uncomfortable, the atmosphere is too cold, too eerie. Especially this is equivalent to the ancestral ancestral hall of the royal family surnamed Zhao, Yang Huairen feels that he is always a little uncomfortable when he walks in like this as an outsider.

Wearing chain mail on his body, the weight is not very heavy, but when he walks, there is a sound, and the sound of "bang, bang, bang" makes Yang Huairen feel as if he has collided with the emperors of the Great Song Dynasty in previous dynasties.

Zhao Xu knelt there silently, silently, and didn't seem to care about the sound Yang Huairen made when he walked.

When Yang Huairen walked almost ten steps behind him, Zhao Xu asked, "Coming?" ”

Yang Huairen was stunned for a moment, then naturally knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully, "Yang Huairen, the prince of Tongyuan County, see Your Majesty." ”

The two words Zhao Xu said were peaceful, but Yang Huairen sounded like a thousand emotions.

is such a simple two words, the tone is plain and insipid, like the most ordinary greeting when friends meet, but it makes Yang Huairen feel for the first time that Zhao Xu is an emperor, a real emperor.

Some people, no matter how terrible they look when they are angry, just can't be scared, while some people, whether angry or happy, always hide their emotions well, but they have an aura of not being angry and arrogant.

Zhao Xu in front of him was still the sixteen-year-old child, his body was also thin and not tall, but at this moment, the kind of qi on his body was something that Yang Huairen had never seen before.

Let's say it's the breath of the dragon, it's not that exaggerated, the spirit of the king, I don't feel much, it's just a kind of king's temperament that you can feel when you get close to him.

Zhao Xu spoke again, "If it weren't for Yang Aiqing today, I'm afraid I wouldn't be here to talk to you, and maybe I wouldn't have the face to kneel in front of my ancestors at all." ”

The amount of information is a bit large, and Yang Huairen doesn't want to guess, he knows that the only correct thing he said at this time is "There is the protection of the ancestors in the saint, and it is natural to be blessed with great blessings." ”

Credit, you can't be greedy, what happened today, maybe Zhao Xu hasn't slowed down, kneeling in front of the ancestral tablet, it is estimated that he thinks that he, the emperor, almost ruined the foundation left by the ancestor, and he is really ashamed of the ancestor.

Zhao Xu raised his head and looked at the ancestral tablet and smiled bitterly. Then he turned his head and suddenly asked, "What do you think should be done with my grandmother?" ”