Turning misfortunes into good fortune starts with seizing the direct descendants in Kowloon

Chapter 4 Meeting with Emperor Yong'an

Lu Mingyuan soon woke up from his joy. It was too early to be happy now.

Whether it is a blessing or a curse depends on the face of my cheap dad.

If you don't take good care of him, you may be punished with exile again.

Rather than being exiled, he wanted to be detained in the cold palace.

At least there is someone to protect him in the palace. If he leaves the imperial capital, who knows what will happen.

"Your Highness, Sixth Prince, it's getting cold at night. Please be more careful and put on more clothes."

The palace maid Miao Li on the side spoke up to remind her that she was obviously entrusted by the imperial concubine to take good care of the sixth prince.

Lu Mingyuan walked out of the threshold and looked up to see thousands of palace lanterns shining silently in the evening breeze. The vermilion palace walls and the palace palaces lined with black eaves were extremely symmetrical.

The palace maid came up and put a long Sichuan red cotton coat over him, like a cloak. Lu Mingyuan stepped onto the prepared jade chariot and said slowly:

"Let's go."

Without thinking too much, Lu Mingyuan followed the jade carriage brought by the head eunuch to Qianyuan Palace. He took a look at the ordinary-looking palace maid accompanying him and felt a little at ease.

After getting on the jade chariot, he began to close his eyes and rest.

It was my first time to be a prince and my first time to sit in a sedan chair, so I was still not used to it.

This eunuch was probably not sent by the assassin.

If someone falsely conveyed his father's will, deceived him into the game, and took his life, he would be dead.

Now that I think about it, no one should have the courage.

This eunuch was indeed the personal eunuch beside his father, and he carried the edict with him.

Besides, if he encounters danger, Liuyao Turtle Shell should react.

As the night grew darker, palace lanterns could be seen everywhere, and armored imperial guards patrolled back and forth in front of the corridor palace, seeming to be on guard for something.

On the way, Lu Mingyuan kept thinking about what his father would do to him.

Although I have read the divination results of the six-line tortoise shell, will things really develop in the direction of the auspicious hexagram?

You know, his father is the current Lord of Great Flame.

Emperor Dayan, Emperor Yong'an.

In the memory of the original person, this person was not a good person. He was able to kill powerful officials at the age of sixteen, take charge of the government at a young age, use thunderous means to eliminate the rebellious officials of the previous dynasty, firmly grasp the power in his hands, and pacify the three kings. During the rebellion, he was able to lead a personal expedition to conquer the surrounding troubled countries, expand his territory, and defeat the ruthless emperor of the Northern Demonic Kingdom who could not lift his head.

After reigning for a period of time, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, and all the countries are convinced.

Does such a person really have family affection in his eyes?

Wu Wuqing is the emperor's family, it's not just words, let alone such a sophisticated emperor.

"At least, let me withdraw from the big scene of seizing the legitimate son in Kowloon. As long as I can enter the cold palace, I will have a chance."

Lu Mingyuan thought to himself.

About a quarter of an hour later.

The jade chariot passed through layers of palaces and finally arrived at the entrance of Qianyuan Palace.

The Great Yan Palace was much more majestic and majestic than the Forbidden City that Lu Mingyuan had seen in his previous life. There were many black-armored Imperial Guards guarding the gate, and each Imperial Guard was an elite warrior selected from the army.

The black scale armor exudes a faint black light, and he presses one hand on the sword at his waist, showing an extremely deep aura.

"The others are waiting at the door. Your Highness, please come with me."

The head eunuch gave instructions to the others, then said a respectful word to Lu Mingyuan, and took a step forward to lead the way.

Lu Mingyuan followed him and passed through the impregnable Qianyuan Palace surrounded by three-story gates in front. There were nearly a hundred forbidden troops inside and outside. Anyone who wanted to break into it would be seeking death.

Being there, just like watching a movie, Lu Mingyuan was quite shocked when he saw these majestic and tall golden pillars and dragon carvings.

The interior of the real palace in the Forbidden City was not allowed to enter, but it was different here. He was already in the most important place in Dayan, where the emperor lived daily.

As he watched, he felt an inexplicable sense of trance in front of his eyes.

Lu Mingyuan felt that he had no sense of superiority as a time traveler at all, because after most people gained power, they would have the illusion that I was the center, but he didn't. He only felt his own insignificance.

As they moved forward, a group of figures gradually appeared in front of them.

In the main hall, memorials are piled up like a mountain, the bead curtains are hanging down, and there is a palm-sized incense burner in the shape of a Pixiu on the imperial desk. Green smoke curls from the mouth, and the smell in the air is very refreshing.

A middle-aged man in a dragon robe who looked to be in his fifties, with half a head of white hair, a solemn face, and a beard on his chin was sitting on the sofa. His appearance could still be seen as heroic, and he must have been handsome when he was young.

Mainly the momentum.

He was sitting on the Dragon Collapse, just sitting there quietly, but there was a sense of superior scrutiny and oppression about him.

It seems as if the eyelids move, and there is an intimidating aura.

Emperor Yong'an.

According to folk evaluation, he was a long-lived emperor who was both civil and military, wise and wise. He fought in the north and south for twenty years, suppressed the rebels at home, and was a ruthless figure in foreign countries and foreign races.

Although he is almost eighty years old, he looks only fifty years old. Lu Mingyuan guessed that it was due to his spiritual practice. People who practice spiritual life live longer than ordinary people and do not look that old.

The original body was not afraid of heaven or earth, but was only afraid of his biological father.

Lu Mingyuan was just stared at, and he felt a thorn in his back and a mountain of pressure, so he had to bow his head:
  "I have met my father."

As the voice sounded, Wang Zhaoyan had already arrived in front of Lu Mingyuan.

"No gift."

After Emperor Dayan finished speaking, his eyes fell directly on Lu Mingyuan, and he suddenly snorted coldly and asked:
  "Sir, do you know why I called you here?"

Revenge.

Lu Mingyuan naturally knew, but he couldn't tell. Because he accidentally revealed the matter of witchcraft to his mother. He is not that smart, so he has to pretend to be stupid at this time.

Moreover, I am guilty and cannot act too presumptuously.

"My son, I don't know."

Lu Mingyuan looked down in fear.

Seeing him like this, Wang Zhaoyan couldn't bear it and said softly: "Your Majesty, Yuan'er is innocent. You must not scare him anymore. Just confront him about the general situation. My son's symptoms are generally consistent with those of the witchcraft religion." The skill of pricking papyrus is almost the same, but it was caused by witchcraft."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Dayan glanced at the red mark on Lu Mingyuan's wrist, his expression softened, he shook his head and said, "You have spoiled him. If he can't bear the slightest temptation, how can he be my son?"

"Now the entire imperial capital is discussing this matter, especially those scholars, all of whom are sharp-tongued. If I don't give a perfect answer and investigate to the bottom of the matter, how can I explain to the soldiers who died in the battle?"

Wang Zhaoyan didn't care about this, her eyes were red, and she cried all of a sudden, choking up and saying: "But Yuan'er almost died in the assassination in the palace, and suffered so much in the dungeon, and now he finally has it Evidence, your majesty can uphold justice for the dead soldiers, but can’t he uphold justice for his own son?”

Emperor Dayan glanced at his most beloved concubine. There was no other emotion on his face. Instead, he frowned:

"The assassination in the palace was clearly to distract the dungeon guards and prepare for the release of the witch."

"This son has been pampered by you. Not to mention outsiders, even I can often hear about the good deeds of this boy. If this boy had not been notorious for being addicted to beauty, he would not have been framed to such an extent. "

"No matter what, this matter must have an ending. This is beyond doubt and cannot be compromised."

In the conversation between the two, there was no intention of avoiding Lu Mingyuan.

After Lu Mingyuan heard this, he finally understood what happened.

There was an assassination in the palace, so it attracted most of the guards, especially those in the dungeon, so he could be manipulated to unlock the chains on the witch.

Because he has always had the reputation of being addicted to beauty, he was chosen by the real murderer behind the scenes and became the scapegoat this time.

Listening to Emperor Dayan's tone, he already knew that he had been framed.

And he deliberately put himself in prison to find out the truth?

Good, good, worthy of being Emperor Yong'an.

As a father, he is really shady, and he is still very old and spicy.

Even my own son can be tricked.

At present, the real culprit has not been found, so it is estimated that he has to bear this crime himself. In terms of time, he can no longer afford it, because the pressure of public opinion in the Imperial Capital is too great. Letting the witch return to the country is the same as in the past few years. The war was almost in vain.

It is normal for it to cause abuse from scholars and dissatisfaction from common people.

In an instant, Lu Mingyuan figured out the key.

Now he understands what the hint in the first hexagram of the upper line means, which is to let himself take over the pot in order to save his life.

As long as you enter the cold palace, you will win.

He also announced that he had lost his inheritance rights and completely separated from Kowloon to seize the throne, turning danger into peace.

"Treason, there are two roads before you now."

Emperor Yong'an stopped talking to Concubine Wang and looked at Lu Mingyuan calmly.

"Father, which way?"

Although Lu Mingyuan already knew the result, he still asked curiously.

Emperor Yong'an held out a finger and gestured: "First, you don't have to endure the pain of prison, but you must bear the crime of letting the witch free. Leave the capital and go to the Western Wilderness. I will send someone to pick you up at the border. At most In seven or eight years, I can return to Beijing."

Wang Zhaoyan exclaimed: "Isn't that just exile? The Western Wasteland is desolate and deserted, filled with poisonous obstacles and countless monsters. How can Yuan'er endure such hardship!"

Emperor Yong'an ignored it, stretched out his second finger, and said calmly:
  "Second, you still have to bear the crime, but you don't have to leave Kyoto. I think you were framed by others, and it was not your intention. I will confine you in the cold palace. You are not allowed to step out of the palace. You are banned from the deep palace and lose your freedom. .”

"Thirty years."

Wang Zhaoyan's expression changed again, and she said: "Your Majesty, what is the difference between being grounded for thirty years and being in prison? Is there any difference?"

Emperor Yong'an stood up from the Dragon Tower, put his hands behind his back, and said indifferently, "There is no room for this matter."

When Lu Mingyuan heard this, he was not sad but happy.

Things turned out as expected.

As long as you choose the second path, you can get out of this damn vortex.

"Father, I choose the second option."

Lu Mingyuan pretended to think for a long time before giving a reply.

"Oh?"

Emperor Yong'an glanced at him in surprise and asked:
  "Why?"

"I don't want to leave my mother!"

Lu Mingyuan turned to look at Wang Zhaoyan aside and said with great seriousness.

Wang Zhaoyan's eyes were filled with tears when she heard this.

"Okay, it's rare that you have a filial heart."

Emperor Yong'an nodded slightly, then raised his large cinnabar pen, made a few strokes, and said loudly:
  "According to my decree, from now on, the Sixth Prince will be thrown into the cold palace. He will not be allowed to leave the house for thirty years."

It was also at this time that Lu Mingyuan appeared in front of Lu Mingyuan's eyes with several words arranged like stars.

[The dragon falls into the shallows, and the sky never stops]

[The hexagram is completed, good luck! 】

[The disaster is lifted, the trait is triggered - the dragon raises its head (elementary level), and a blue opportunity is obtained]

[Emperor Orange Fate - Trap the dragon in the abyss, refining degree 5%]

(End of this chapter)