Chapter 1508 Change of Sky

"He has kept his hatred in his heart for so many years, and this time he can finally take revenge, but do you think he will be happy?"

In the Hall of Magic Morning, Liu Yusheng looked out the window with a soft voice.

Feng Qingbai followed her gaze and looked in that direction. The end of the line of sight is the bedroom of Bei Canghuang.

"There's nothing to be happy about. He's already mentally prepared."

"Most of the forces in the court headed by Cen Shangshu are already on Duan Ting's side, right?"

"One is terminally ill, brutal and

The emperor who aroused public outrage. One is the prince who hides his strength and bides his time, and is ready to go. It is obvious which side he is on. "

Liu Yusheng nodded and smiled, "Besides, Cen Shangshu has no choice at all. If he doesn't stand by Duan Ting's side this time, when Bei hastily turns around, Cen's residence may not be able to keep its current glory."

During the court struggle, Bo Yun was treacherous, walking on thin ice. One is for power, and the other is for wealth and life. Most of the time, things are involuntary.

Thinking of this, Liu Yusheng turned his head to look at the man beside him, and the sigh in his eyes turned into softness.

At this moment, she was suddenly very grateful, thanking him for being willing to let go of all those beautiful things for her and the child.

"In broad daylight, don't look at me like that." After taking her eyes into his eyes, after a moment of silence, the man raised his lips.

The woman greeted with a blank stare.

"Father, mother, when Uncle Duan wins, will we be able to leave here?" A little furry head suddenly came between the two of them, asking them gossip.

Feng Qingbai pushed his little head back with one finger, "Why do you ask so many, if you can leave, we have to take it with you. Instead of asking gossip here, it's better to play with your mud."

"Daddy, you are talking nonsense again. Since when did I play with mud?" It was all a matter of childhood, and it is still used to tease him now, regardless of how old he is this year.

"The Spring Festival of the year before last, you were still frying cow dung."

"That was the year before last!" Croton blushed and argued, "Two years have passed!"

"I didn't play last year because you didn't have the conditions. You couldn't find cow dung in Liangzhou."

"Who said that? I don't want to play if I have a condition. It is said that when I grow up, the things I did when I was young and frivolous can still be used now! You were not frivolous when you were young?"

"Your father, I have never been frivolous." The man didn't change his face.

"Hahahahaha, I laughed so hard!" Croton stood in front of his mother with his hands on his hips and leaned his body, "If you were not frivolous when you were young, where would I be?"

Feng Qingbai, "..." Croton condensed coldly.

One big and one small glared at Mung Dou, but Liu Yusheng turned his head away without looking.

She can't teach men, and she can't teach sons either.

He got up and walked to the small desk on the other side, and sat next to his daughter and Qi Qi, the two children were practicing calligraphy.

Trapped in the Imaginary Hall for the past few days, except for Croton who was still restless all day long, Hongdou and Qiqi were very well-behaved and never made Liu Yusheng angry.

Can't go out to play crazy, the two children stay in the hall, what they do most is to practice calligraphy and draw graffiti.

"Mother, what do you think of my writing?" Hong Dou took out a copybook in front of her and handed it to her mother, her face full of anticipation, hoping that she would praise her.

The writing on the copybook is not beautiful, it is crooked, the strokes are childish, and the thickness of the ink is uneven. But it can be seen that the strokes and strokes of the strokes are written seriously, and the baby's face is stained with ink.

Holding her daughter in her arms, Liu Yusheng carefully read her copybook from beginning to end. Liu Yusheng nodded, "The writing is very good. Keep going, Hongdou can write even better in the future."

Wa'er's small face immediately burst into a bright smile, "Well, mother, don't worry, I will definitely be able to write better in the future. Mother, take a look, this is written by Qi Qi, and his writing is better than mine. And Qiqi is younger than me, isn't Qiqi also great?"

"Yes, Qiqi is also great." After the children worked hard, Liu Yusheng never hesitated to praise them, giving them more confidence and motivation to keep going.

Moreover, Qiqi's handwriting is indeed better than Hongdou's.

Although the strokes are as immature as the red beans, and the handwriting is crooked, but the whole font is written, but it will not make people feel loose and weak, but the strokes are sharp and restrained, with a strong bone charm.

After being praised, Qiqi also smiled, her smile was shallow, clean and shy.

While the whole family was joking around here, the situation in the Beicanghuang Palace not far away had changed.

The imperial guards who had been guarding the Hall of Imaginary Morning withdrew at some point, and instead went to guard the emperor's bedroom.

Although the sound of beating and killing could not be heard, as long as one walked out, one could feel the tense and oppressive atmosphere of the entire palace. It is rare to see servants in the palace on the road, and when I see one occasionally, they walk carefully.

On the other side of the harem, there has been no sound since the incident happened.

Everyone stays behind closed doors and stays safe. When chaos arises, express your position with this attitude.

No one dared to cry out for Bei Huanghuang, let alone question Duan Ting.

A crippled prince who has been regarded as a waste for many years can suddenly stand up on his legs at such a critical moment, and in a short period of time he has received the support of many courtiers, and he is holding a strange soldier who does not know where to fight, representing What?

No one does not understand. This crippled prince has obviously been dormant for many years.

So whether it is the harem or the court, they are all waiting for the final result.

It is not uncommon for royal fathers and sons to fight each other.

The nobles in the upper circles are used to it.

So what they need to do is just wait for one side to win, and then send their sincerity to follow the left and right.

Beicang Capital has really changed.

Liu Yusheng didn't know when Duan Ting left the palace, and he didn't bother to inquire.

It's just that they regained their freedom in the afternoon of the same day, and were able to enter and leave the palace at will.

"It seems that there has been no movement for a long time." Standing in front of the Huanchen Hall, Liu Yusheng looked in the direction of the Beicanghuang's bedroom and said softly.

"If you want to know what's going on over there, go and have a look." Feng Qingbai said with a smile.

"I don't really want to know."

"Then we have to go there too."

"..." In short, they must get involved in this matter.

While the two were talking, Croton brought Hongdou and Qiqi to the rear of their buttocks almost immediately, step by step, making it clear that they would follow wherever their parents were going.

Just join in the fun.

The family of five started seriously and walked towards the hall. From a distance, you can see the entrance of the sleeping hall, where the imperial guards are standing layer upon layer, still cold and stern, but this time, their sabers are facing the people lying in the hall.

Times change, and people's hearts tend to change faster.

This is especially true in royal battles.