He remembered that after Liang Wenxi's accident that year, Xiao Jiu turned his back to him and asked in a voice without any emotion: "Fourth brother, you say, in my life, was I born to suffer?"

"Isn't it, as long as I love and what I care about, I can't get good results, and I can't get a good end?"

Two years later, when he was nine or eight years old, he went to Fanbang instead of his second brother, and after another three years, Xiao Jiu returned to Da Zhou, and it seemed that everything was normal on the outside, but ......

After the end of the Nine Dragons' succession, on the eve of the enthronement ceremony, Xiao Jiu spoke hoarsely.

"This world is full of malice, death, injury, sickness and disability, forcing me to have no way to live. If I am the only one left in this world who is still living, then what is the point of what I have done? What is the use of this throne, this country, what use do I want?"

"The prince's brother is crazy, the second brother is crippled, the third brother died in battle, and the fourth brother ...... I can't forget. Growing up, what happened to me that was good to me, what happened to me? Is it my fault? Is it my fault?

Zhou Yun thought at the time that Xiao Jiu was probably crazy.

When Concubine Rong held her hand and stabbed to death the palace maid who took care of her growing up, a seed had been planted.

The black cat, Liang Wenxi, once amazed the 'young man' of all countries......

These things caused that seed to emerge from its cocoon.

She clutched the last glimmer of hope she could hold, crumbling, but she tried her best, trying to protect some people, trying to protect some people, but she still failed.

Kowloon seized the heir, dead and wounded, and countless bones.

A game of immortals, but it has to be written with the lives of mortals.

Even the so-called heavenly nobles, in front of those noble characters, are only as slight as dust.

By the end she had lost almost everything.

Zhou Yun put away the letter, he looked in the direction of the imperial city, coughed lightly, and some almost purple-black dirty blood overflowed from his lips, which was a problem left back then.

He wiped the blood from his lips with an indifferent expression, and immediately ordered: "Let's go, enter Beijing as soon as possible, Xiao Jiu needs me." ”

"But you ...... lord"

If you don't nourish your body, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold it anymore.

However, the fourth prince only glanced at it lightly, and the subordinates were silent, and their eyes were red.

How can you forget that what is the value of personal life and death?

In the minds of those princes in the past, their own lives were never fate.

His Royal Highness Nine is their treasure, their life, and the foundation of their survival!

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Zhou Yanqing is not panicked, not afraid, and not weak.

She was so upset, she just didn't know who to cry with, so she was always strong and calm to the outside.

However, when King Wenyuan entered the palace, it seemed to pry open a big corner of the copper wall in her heart, which may be because, in her heart, King Wenyuan is something she can trust.

She didn't want to cry, but when Uncle Huang's hand gently rubbed her head, her eyes became redder and redder, she couldn't help sobbing, couldn't help the panic in her heart, and couldn't help but worry about Liang Wenxi, and her own strong uneasiness.

She cried until she fainted from exhaustion.

King Wenyuan carried her onto the dragon bed, covered her with a quilt, looked at her crying and swollen eyelids, and couldn't help sighing.

"Why hasn't the fourth child come yet?"

He was really afraid that Xiao Qing'er would cry, since a long time ago, he, who was the emperor's uncle, had no choice but to pretend to be strong for Xiao Qing'er.

King Wenyuan was guarding the dragon's bed, and Zhou Yanqing was not sleeping well even if he was asleep.

Again, she had a dream.

Probably because of the recent mental turmoil, this time her dreams were more coherent, starting from before she was born and surrounded by amniotic fluid......