Rebirth of the Phoenix

Things are different now

Ye Yingxian looked at him and didn't see that he was lying.

After finishing another glass of wine, he asked a crucial question: "Is the legend of Ye Jiu true?"

When Ye Jiu was mentioned, Ye Qingge's perfect smile froze for a moment, and then she gave a forced smile: "What legend?"

Ye Yingxian: "There is a legend that he was the son of his father and a folk woman, and he was sent to Xiliang as an undercover agent by you."

"No!" Ye Qingge denied it with a blazing look and a sonorous tone, "He is just a fake! He has nothing to do with our family!"

He doesn't care about strategies, he just doesn't want to admit that Ye Jiu is a descendant of the Ye family!

There can only be one Ye Jiu and him, and he is God's choice!

His instant stiffness did not hide it from Ye Yingxian's eyes, and Ye Yingxian knew that he had not told all the facts.

"Fake?" he said, "Ye Jiu doesn't seem to be pretending to be a member of our family. Why do you say that about him?"

Ye Qingge was startled for a moment and said: "Although he is not pretending, everyone says he looks like me and is simply a copy of me. If not, what is this?"

Ye Yingxian said: "I also heard a rumor that Ye Jiu is actually your substitute. A few years ago, the queen mother found Ye Jiu and trained him to be your substitute because he knew too many secrets. You and

The queen mother wanted to kill him, so he hated Dashun so much that he went to Xiliang. Tell me the truth, is this really the case?"

Many years ago, he once saw the "fugitive" in the corner of this backyard that his mother and brother were chasing. The "fugitive" was as skinny as a stick at the time, but his face still looked very similar to his younger brother.

This made him feel soft for a moment, and he did not immediately publicize the matter or kill him.

There couldn't be so many people who looked like his brother in this world, so he felt that there was a high possibility that Ye Jiu was the "fugitive".

Ye Qingge's expression changed, and he couldn't hide his surprise: Brother actually knew about such a thing?

How could my brother know such a thing?

After his face changed rapidly a few times, he made an expression as if he thought this kind of legend was "ridiculous": "Hahaha, how could there be such a nonsense! There are really endless folk legends, and the more they are compiled, the more outrageous they become.

Ah. I'm just wondering, why does a person like me need to find a substitute?"

Ye Yingxian stared at him and smiled slightly: "That's right. You are so capable and loved by all the people. You don't need to find a substitute at all. This folk legend is really unbelievable."

"That's right." Ye Qingge breathed a sigh of relief and poured him wine, "Brother, you are so smart, don't listen to rumors. I don't want our brotherhood to be ruined."

"No." Ye Yingxian's eyes softened, "Brother will always believe in you."

——As long as you don't lie to your brother, he added in his heart.

Moreover, he already knew that this younger brother was hiding something from him.

Ye Qingge's eyebrows were smiling: "As expected, my brother loves me the most."

"We have the same father and mother, and we grew up together. If I don't love you, who will you love?" Ye Yingxian sighed, "It's just that now that you are an emperor, you may not need my love anymore."

"How could it be?" Ye Qingge shook her head, "Others love me and respect me, either because of my skin or because of my dragon throne. Only you, brother, love me as a person and what I look like, right?

The emperor has nothing to do with me, so my brother's love is the most important."

Perhaps, the only person in the world who loves him selflessly is this brother.

Ye Yingxian's eyes were slightly moist: "It's good that you know."

"Well," Ye Qingge said seriously, "I will never forget my brother's kindness to me."

Ye Yingxian smiled and changed the subject: "When your mother sends me to Gucheng this time, aren't you afraid that the 50,000 royal troops will not obey my command?"

Ye Qingge spoke passionately and fell into his language trap: "How could it be? The queen mother believed that the elder brother would be able to do it, so she let him lead the army. The elder brother would definitely not disappoint the queen mother."

She was not disappointed, but he was - Ye Yingxian lowered his eyes and drank a glass of wine to hide the disappointment in his heart.

This time, when he was sent to Gucheng, it was indeed the Queen Mother's intention, not the Emperor's at all. The Emperor still didn't tell him the truth just now.

What made him even more disappointed was that the emperor actually didn't care at all about the queen mother's interference in politics and the current situation of the government. He didn't see that the emperor was dissatisfied with the queen mother at all. If the emperor knew that the queen mother wanted to kill him, he probably wouldn't take the risk to protect him.

This younger brother's feelings for him may be true, but this younger brother is really not the younger brother he knew.

This younger brother is just an emperor in appearance.

At this time, he missed his younger brother so much before he went to Yaozhou to put down the rebellion. At that time, this younger brother was high-spirited and arrogant. He was ignored by everyone and could not be controlled by anyone. Although he always loved to get into trouble, he was free and uninhibited.

What can restrain him?

Since when did this younger brother become a good boy who listened to his mother?

Was it that illness? That illness was indeed serious, but just one illness could completely wipe away Xiaojiu's innate unruliness and pride?

And how could his father, a once arrogant man, be conquered by the disease?

Men in the Ye family should be fearless and never give in...

"Brother, I still keep your room as it is, but it has been empty for a few years. You can see if you need to change or add anything..."

Ye Yingxian suddenly lost the mood to continue chatting: "No, I'm going to visit my father now, and then I'll go out of the palace to the military camp. After ordering the troops and horses, I'll go to Gucheng and won't stay in the palace anymore."

The mother is not the same mother, the younger brother is not the younger brother, and the father is no longer the same as before. Why is he still here?

Ye Qingge still wanted to keep him: "Brother, I'm not in a hurry for a day or two..."

Ye Yingxian said: "You and your mother trust me so much. If it wasn't an important or urgent matter, you wouldn't send me there, right?"

Ye Qingge was stunned for a moment.

To be honest, he only knew that Ying Wuhen had encountered a powerful enemy and needed reinforcements, but his mother didn't say what the specific situation was, and he didn't ask. Now that his brother said this, he really felt that something big must have happened there, and his mother was

I will send my brother there.

Ye Yingxian saw his expression in her eyes, understood it in her heart, and patted his shoulder: "Okay, after brother comes back, let's get together again. Now, it's getting late, and I want to go visit my father."

The king and the queen are here."

Then he stood up and said, "You can see my father every day, so you don't have to accompany me."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Zichen Palace was much more gorgeous and exquisite than when he lived there, but it could no longer make him miss it.

He said he wanted to see his father and the Queen Mother, but he had no intention of seeing the Queen Mother.

He had nothing to say about killing his mother.

In Dingqian Palace, Emperor Ye Bei sat quietly under the wall of rose flowers, looking at the colorful flowers, as if he was lost in memories of the past.

Ye Yingxian walked up to him, bowed and said softly: "Father, I'm here to visit you."

He called three times in a row before Ye Beihuang responded. He turned his head and looked at him blankly for a while, then showed a vicissitudes of life smile: "Xian'er, you're here."

"Yes, Father, Xian'er is here." Ye Yingxian's nose was sore and her voice was choked with sobs. She knelt down in front of him on the spot, "My child is unfilial. I have only come to see you after so many years."

Ye Beihuang smiled and stroked his face: "It doesn't matter if you don't come, Shuang'er is with me every day, and I'm not afraid of Men'er. If you are doing well outside, my father will be relieved."

His fingers seemed a little hard due to his thin body, and the feel of the bones on his skin made Ye Yingxian feel sad.

Back then, my father fought on the battlefield without any defeat, but now, he is tortured by illness.

"Father, I will lead troops to Gucheng in the next few days. I won't be with you, so you must take care of yourself..." Until now, he could only say such common words to his father.

"Don't worry, my father will be fine. You just need to take care of yourself." Ye Beihuang said, taking his hand, stroking his fingers, back and palm, sighing, "In the past few years, you have I have also lost a lot of weight, and I can feel my bones when I touch them."

Ye Yingxian felt like crying again.

He wanted to say something to comfort his father, but Ye Beihuang said: "Xian'er, do you think these roses are blooming beautifully?"

Ye Yingxian felt that this sentence had turned too fast. After being stunned for a moment, he said: "It's so beautiful."

Ye Beihuang smiled happily, with rare anger on his face: "That's natural! This is your mother's favorite flower. Before your mother entered the palace, I ordered someone to plant a rose flower here. That day, this flower bloomed for the first time, blooming in full bloom and beauty. At that time, your queen mother was more beautiful than this rose flower. I will never forget it in my life."

Ye Yingxian didn't understand why his father suddenly mentioned these past events at this time.

His mother is still by his side, accompanying him every day. Is he already recalling the past with his mother?

Are you really old? So old that you need to live in your memories?

As a result, he felt sad again. How could his father already show such a gloomy air even before he reached fifty?

"Xian'er, my father is tired. I just want to enjoy these flowers. You can go back." After Ye Beihuang squeezed his hand, he let go and never looked at him again.

Seeing that he was not interested in talking anymore, Ye Yingxian saluted him again and left.

After walking out of Dingkun Palace, he stretched out his left hand and stared at the palm of his hand: Just now, his father wrote a few words on his palm. What did they mean?

At first, he thought he had made a mistake, but his father increased the force and convinced him that this was not his imagination.

His father must have wanted to tell him something - something that no one else should know.

What did his father want to tell him? He had a hunch that what his father wanted to tell him must be a very shocking secret.