In the winter of the twenty-sixth year of Shengqi, the deposed prince rebelled. Lang Jiang, the champion of the dynasty, knelt down in the corridor of Prince Qi's palace, begging His Majesty's brother and uncle of the deposed prince, Prince Qi Zhong, to move into the palace and intercede for the prince.
King Qi stayed behind closed doors, and Jiang also knelt all night.
Midnight watch.
King Qi turned over and asked: Are you still outside?
Boy: ... I'm almost fainting from the cold.
King Qi sighed and turned back.
The deposed prince's rebellion failed, and the court was about to be in chaos. King Qi knew that sooner or later he would be dragged into troubled waters if he stayed in the capital for a long time, so he found an excuse to provide relief in the north of the capital and left the capital.
Before leaving, the boy said: "Your Majesty, Jiang also left you a note."
King Qi: Oh? What was written?
Boy: He drew a bastard.
King Qi:......
In the blink of an eye, four years have passed. His Majesty died, the prince was young, and the court was in turmoil. King Qi returned to Beijing and was summoned to Huayang Palace on the same day.
Ministers: Are you coming back to usurp the throne? !
Zhong Qian: I want to become a monk.
Ministers:...
Ministers: Huh?
If you say you are a monk, you will really become a monk. The next day, King Qi took the boy to the big temple in the suburbs of Beijing, kowtowed and offered incense. The host led him and the boy to the guest house to place their luggage. The three of them passed by a Zen courtyard. The fragrance of flowers was fragrant in the courtyard, and there seemed to be female family members playing and laughing.
Zhong Qian asked: ... Do I have neighbors?
The host answered: It was a cold spring day, and the prince's master was here to recuperate.
The boy asked: What disease do you have?
The host smiled and said nothing, but Zhong Qian heard a warm voice behind him reply: It's a cold disease.
King Qi turned around and saw a man dressed in green, surrounded by orioles, with long eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, with dark eyes and a warm expression. The early spring breeze has warmed up, but this man is still holding a Tangbaozi, and his fingertips are pale and almost transparent.
Zhong Qian felt guilty:... Why did he get the cold disease?
Jiang also smiled: because he knelt in front of someone's house all night.
***
Zhong Qian: ... I can really explain it.
Jiang Ye: It's too late^ ^.
[Crutal, ruthless, beautiful, scheming, sick, weak and beautiful, x a fool pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, pretending to be unfair]
Purpose: Very vindictive
