The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 550
Emperor Jing'an was "in a coma", and everyone in Beijing, from the princes and nobles to the common people, was panicked.

Xie Yang couldn't rest in his heart even more. Emperor Jing'an had clearly woken up, but he didn't care about the impending storm in Beijing and kept it secret.

Based on his understanding of his father, he may have realized that the coma was not caused by getting older and sick, but by someone doing something wrong.

Xie Yang was thinking silently in his heart, with a calm face, he casually turned the white jade wrench, suddenly paused, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he had thought of something interesting.

"How's Guo Ziyu's leg?" Xie Yang glanced at Liu Qing beside him.

Liu Qing was stunned, and for a moment didn't understand why his master suddenly cared about Guo Ziyu's useless chess piece, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and bowed and said, "Return to Your Highness, Guo Ziyu's leg has healed a lot, even if he walks, he still can't move." Not very convenient."

Xie Yang nodded: "Has he been out of the house recently?"

Thinking of Guo Ziyu's playful, cockfighting appearance, Liu Qingdao said with some disdain: "He doesn't have time to live, he rushes to Wanhualou to die drunk before the bones in his legs are fully grown."

"This mud that can't support the wall is not completely useless..." Xie Yang sneered: "Go and arrange it, Guo Ziyu probably hasn't seen his good nephew for a long time!"

Liu Qing's eyes rolled, and he immediately understood what Xie Yang meant, and complimented: "Your Highness is thoughtful, this servant is very grateful, and this servant will arrange it now!"

A few days later, Xie An was sitting alone at the table in the private room on the top floor of Beijing Central Juxian Building. The rich and delicate dishes on the table had lost their warmth.

Xie An picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, the spicy wine entered his throat, stirring up his anger even more.

Today he invited a capable minister who had been trying to win him over but was unable to. He came here on a whim, but he was let go when he didn't want to.

No one has dared to play tricks on him like this, it's really a toast and no fine wine!

Xie An slammed the wine glass on the table, his delicate face twisted with anger.

The little yellow gates were already frightened into silence, and the big yellow gate who served by Xie An's side could not help being frightened even though they had been serving them for many years, and asked tentatively: "Your Highness, it's getting late, do you want to go back to the residence?"

Xie An's eyes were gloomy, and he glanced at him coldly, so frightened that the big yellow gate didn't dare to say any more.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the private room.

"Master Guo, you can't go in..."

"What are you guys, get the hell out of here... I'm the second prince's uncle, even your master wouldn't dare to stop me..."

Guo Ziyu was invited by several "famous officials in Beijing" to attend the poetry meeting in Juxian Tower today. Hearing that Xie An was also entertaining guests here, he drank a few more glasses for a while, and used the wine to show off his relatives. Prestige, I didn't want to fail to show off my prestige, but was humiliated by several of Xie An's guards.

Guo Ziyu was notoriously unscrupulous, how could he let it go, the drunken cursing was louder than the louder, and the drunken cursing broke into Xie An's ears, provoking his already sensitive nerves.

Xie An couldn't bear it any longer, the wine glass in his hand shattered at the sound, and said sharply: "Who are all the people outside? Hurry up and tie them in, don't embarrass me outside!"

The Big Yellow Gate hurried out, but they didn't dare to tie Guo Ziyu up. They supported Guo Ziyu who was struggling with several guards, and persuaded him: "My lord, why bother with some ignorant guards? The master is waiting for your lord, please." My lord will go in with the old slave to talk."

Guo Ziyu consciously regained his three-point face, got off the donkey with a wink, straightened up drunkenly, glared at the guards, flicked his sleeves and limped into the private room.

Seeing Xie An alone guarding a table of delicious food and wine, Guo Ziyu said without hesitation: "Why are you alone? You are so deserted, it's not that uncle said you, your cold temper needs to be changed, no one wants to spend the whole day Isn’t it right for the iceberg?”

Guo Ziyu ignored the furious Xie An, poured a glass of wine on his own, and wanted to put Xie An's shoulder on his face, but Xie An threw the wine away violently.

Guo Ziyu also became angry, and in a fit of anger, the second prince stopped barking, and even roared out with his first name and surname: "Xie An, I am your uncle!"

Xie An held back his anger, his face was jade-like, cold and disgusted: "You deserve it too."

As the saying goes, wine is strong and cowardly, Guo Ziyu used the strength of wine to shake out the unhappiness that has been suppressed in his heart for these years.

"I know, you've never looked down on me, it's embarrassing for you to despise me as an uncle!"

The more Guo Ziyu talked, the more excited he was, he picked up the jug and took a sip of wine, and said indignantly: "Xie An, you are a prince, so you can deny your natal relatives? Don't forget, you also have half of Guo's blood in your body." Family blood!"

"Shut up!" Xie An slammed his fist heavily on the table and made a dull thud, causing the plates and cups on the table to tremble.

"You still have the face to mention the Guo family!? The Guo family's face has been lost by you all these years?" Xie An stared at Guo Ziyu with dark eyes: "When you robbed the women of the people in Beijing and surrounded the fields Have you ever thought that you still have a sister who is anxious in the palace and a nephew who is walking on thin ice!"

Xie An closed his eyes, suppressed his anger, and continued: "The bad things you did, whichever one is pulled out and investigated, are the most unforgivable things! When did you not cry with snot and tears? In front of Concubine Mu, Concubine Mu and I will wipe your ass in the end! How are you worthy of being an elder!"

Guo Ziyu felt a little guilty after being scolded by him, and murmured in a low voice: "I used to be a bit disheartened, but it's all in the past, and now everything has changed..."

"Changed!?" Xie An almost laughed angrily: "What a change! Did you change to help the prince as an aide?"

As soon as the crown prince Guo Ziyu was mentioned, he immediately felt guilty, but he didn't want to offend Xie An because of it, so he had an idea and argued: "You have wronged uncle!"

Guo Ziyu paused, and Zheng Zheng said solemnly: "I can still tell the difference between right and wrong. The prince and I get close, and it's not all because of you!"

"For me?" Xie An raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of anger and disdain.

Guo Ziyu pretended to be wronged and said, "Isn't it just to find out information for you! It's really a dog biting Lu Dongbin!"

Xie An naturally didn't believe his nonsense, and choked back: "In this case, uncle might as well tell some news to listen to, and it can also prove that what I said is true."

Guo Ziyu got drunk and was provoked by Xie An again, so he lost his words.

"This is a big secret." Guo Ziyu moved to Xie An's side proudly, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty's coma is not a disease, but the crown prince's handwriting. Just wait and see, the crown prince will make big moves next." ..."

Xie An's pupils shrank, and he was stunned for a moment before asking: "Xie Yang, is he trying to usurp the throne?"

Guo Ziyu held the flagon and drank by himself, but didn't answer for a long time.

When Xie An pushed him impatiently, he was already drunk and collapsed by the table.

(End of this chapter)