Night fell, and after a day of chaos, the capital finally ushered in a rare moment of calm. Too many things happened today, and for many people, it was probably another sleepless night.
Meng Yuan returned home with the unexpected imperial edict. He put away his family members who were crying with joy, locked himself in the study, and stared at the imperial edict. He could not imagine what the emperor would do. Leave him something like this.
"That's all, they're all dead."
Meng Yuan took a long breath, and then slowly opened the imperial edict. There was actually a letter inside, which was written to himself.
He did not rush to read the imperial edict, but opened the letter first. The content of the letter was in the emperor's handwriting. The first part was a nostalgic tone recalling the time when they had ridden the world.
"Why bother?" Meng Yuan subconsciously wanted to be sarcastic, but was surprised to find that the other party was dead, and the sarcasm on his face fell silent again.
He continued to read the letter. The letter was very long, eight or nine pages long. A large part, almost two-thirds of it, was recalling the happy time they had. Meng Yuan's heart was full of self-mutilation. Feeling ashamed and angry.
The more he saw the emperor acting like a friend, the more Meng Yuanna felt ashamed and painful for what he had done, but he kept comforting himself with words that everything was the emperor's arrangement, and they were once friends. , but that was once!
He endured the discomfort and continued reading. When he saw the emperor saying that he only had a taste of the method of immortality, he dismissed it. When he saw the emperor talking about his love for Yongle and the imperial concubine, he secretly cursed hypocrisy.
And when he saw the emperor's excitement when he said that he knew Yongle was pregnant, Meng Yuan felt irritated. At the same time, uneasiness began to spread in his heart. The emperor's regard for Yongle was obviously beyond the ordinary scope.
Meng Yuan's heart was full of doubts, and even more uneasy. At the end of the letter, when he saw the words written by the emperor, Meng Yuan was shocked, threw the letter away, and shouted out of control: "This is impossible !”
He frantically opened the imperial edict on the side and saw that it was a written edict of succession, which stated that the emperor intended to pass the throne to Princess Yongle's unborn son.
Meng Yuan was stunned. The entire letter was about the emperor worrying about his future in the tone of a friend. So at the end, the emperor told his plan to bring Yongle into the palace. He thought that if Yongle could give birth to a son, Let this child inherit the throne in the future.
"It's just baffling!"
Meng Yuan threw the imperial edict to the ground angrily. He couldn't believe it. The emperor must have seen his disobedience and left this nonsense edict to disgust him! right! That must be it!
"Child of Yongle, are you kidding! Who would admit such a thing? He is simply crazy. Yes, he must be crazy!"
Meng Yuan smashed the desk in the study to pieces with one punch, and the flickering lights plunged the study into boundless darkness.
He gritted his teeth and read the letter again, hoping to find evidence of the emperor's trick, but the emperor in the letter was too perfect, just like the brother who patted him on the shoulder and called him A Yuan.
"Fake. This is fake."
Meng Yuan held the imperial edict and clutched the letter tightly in his hands. He kept repeating those self-suggestive words: "I had no choice, he was the one who made the move first."
A corner of the desk that was broken by Meng Yuan tore through the window and flew out. The cold moonlight fell through the damaged hole into the dim study, dragging his shadow long onto the wall.
He looked up and saw that the shadow on the wall was hunched over, its slender fingers were like the devil's claws, and the edict in his hand seemed to have turned into a sharp blade. Under the moonlight, he looked as ugly as the monster in the story.
Meng Yuan looked at the shadow on the wall, and an uncontrollable low laughter burst out from his rolling throat, as if someone was pulling a rusty string, or as if he was crying.
The sleepless night was not over yet. Today, Lu Hanjiang rarely broke from his usual routine. When the moon was on the branches, he came to Meng Yuan's house alone.
For some reason, even though it had only been half a day, when Lu Hanjiang saw the other person again, he actually noticed a hint of twilight in the other person's body, but he didn't care at that time.
"Old man, you must have gone too far this time."
When the two met, Lu Hanjiang sighed slightly. He really didn't expect that Meng Yuan's final trump card would be himself. The way he pushed himself up really caught him off guard.
"I never thought so much back then. It's just God's destiny that we are able to get to where we are today."
Meng Yuan sighed sadly, then looked at Lu Hanjiang quietly, and suddenly asked: "Now you finally know why you are not welcome at home, do you hate me?"
Lu Hanjiang did not answer, but instead asked: "Have they known these things for a long time?"
"What happened back then was that I was sorry for your parents. It took me more than twenty years to weave this lie into a perfect thread. But in the beginning, it was just a dirty trick I used to cover up my shame."
menu Look up to me."
Lu Hanjiang narrowed his eyes slightly: "So, in that battle, was it you, old man, who lost?"
"Not only was he defeated, but he was defeated because he had no power to fight back." Meng Yuan sighed: "You haven't seen that old ghost. He is indeed the number one martial artist in the world. I can't even use three moves in his hands." but."
Lu Hanjiang said in surprise: "How dare you provoke the Xuantian Sect every day?"
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At that time, the world was powerful, and Shaolin and Wudang each had their own peerless masters, but the strength of the Jinyiwei was a bit embarrassing. Meng Yuan used this method to make others fear him, so that he could carry out his plan to suppress the world step by step.
"What happened back then was actually revealed by me on purpose."
Meng Yuan said in a deep voice: "Luo Yuanjing, the reason why Lu Yannian and those people believe what I say is because I can fight to a 'tie' with that old ghost Xuantian in martial arts, and when I returned to the capital from Jiangnan, I did I brought a child back."
Lu Hanjiang sighed, he already understood. Meng Yuan said in a calm tone: "There is nothing wrong with this matter. I have known your uncle for a long time. Now that I have seen it, there is nothing wrong with protecting his younger brother. But later, I I found that this matter can be used to make some articles."
Meng Yuan did not envision such a grand plan at the beginning. He always took it step by step. At first, he used the Lu family's children to fabricate his own reputation. Later, he used the Lu family's children to guide the thoughts of people like Luo Fuzi and Lu Shangshu. , thus getting their help.
A lie that lasted for twenty years finally became a perfect closed loop after Lu Hanjiang found the true bloodline of the prince.
Old ghost Xuantian is dead, and the person who knew the secret of the past no longer exists. Meng Yuan successfully turned this lie into reality, except for one loophole left, and that was himself.
All the roles in this drama are in place. The only loophole in the identity of Lu Hanjiang, the grandson, is Meng Yuan himself, who planned the entire plan.
"Old man, are you really not afraid of raising a white-eyed wolf?" Lu Hanjiang sighed: "You are forcing me to kill you."
"I have been betting my whole life on humanity, but unfortunately I lost everything in the end."
There was a relieved smile on Meng Yuan's face: "I'm not willing to give in. I still have to bet this last time. No matter I succeed or fail, I will feel no regrets."
(End of chapter)
