"Guarantee with your life? Hu Hanbin, do you really think your life is so valuable? Last night, this king also wanted to be open and honest with the scholar, and persuade him not to be obsessed with it anymore, all for the sake of Dawei, but he didn't listen, and wanted to harm this king, but he didn't succeed, and the loyal and patriotic bachelor in your mouth had committed suicide when he saw that the matter was exposed!" Li Xiuce said, his face showing a deep sadness.

At this time, Suo Bilong's corpse was also carried up, Hu Hanbin took a look, rushed forward, his hands trembled and lifted the corpse cloth, the voice and appearance of the scholar are still vivid, but it has been separated by yin and yang, even so, Hu Hanbin still does not believe that the scholar will communicate with foreign countries.

"The scholar entered the devil's path, not only harmed his own life, but also harmed Suo Guifei's life, after the suicide of the scholar last night, Suo Guifei couldn't think of it for a while, lit a fire, and burned herself alive in the harem, this king persuaded him with good words, but Suo Guifei still ......" Li Xiuce's face was concerned, he stretched out his hand to wipe his tears, turned around, his tone was still sad, but his face was extremely gloomy: "Lord Shangshu, what this king said is the truth?"

Su Kesha on the side sighed in his heart, slowly closed his eyes, and nodded slightly: "This official can testify, what the little prince said is true." ”

Everything is under Li Xiuce's control, the combination of fiction and reality, the truth and the illusion are kneaded together, confusing, and it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

With a long sigh, Li Xiuce continued to say compassionately: "Even so, this king is also a great scholar, not a pestle, and when this king ascends the throne, he will definitely announce to the world, posthumously confer the title of the scholar for the scholar, and enjoy the Taimiao, so that the subjects of the Great Wei will know that the scholar has contributed to the Great Wei." Hey, ministers, don't hide it, there are some things that this king is forced to do, especially when it comes to human life, this king doesn't like to kill people the most, but for the sake of the Great Wei, for the sake of the common people in the world, and the people of Li, this king is willing to do things that go against his heart, even if he kills a few more people?"

Glancing at Su Kesha, Su Kesha slowly stood up and said loudly: "Last night, the official Yue Yue has written an edict, and the little prince inherits the mandate of heaven and is the best candidate for the Great Wei Emperor." ”

"No, this matter is too strange, everything has to wait for His Majesty to return to Beijing before making a decision!" Hu Hanbin stood up suddenly.

Li Xiuce's eyes were cold: "Hu Hanbin, this king forbears the scholars, that is a respectful bachelor, for you, this king is not very patient!

Xue Xiangsong said in a deep voice, and with a wave of his hand, the two Xuanjia soldiers set up Hu Hanbin left and right, and walked towards the outside of the hall.

"Slow, Hu Hanbin, there is one more thing, this king can also tell you that your female son of heaven, the eldest princess Li Yuanying of the year, is dead!" The corners of Li Xiuce's mouth turned up slightly: "You Hu Hanbin can take the first step, there will be people on Huangquan Road, not lonely, and it can be regarded as a tribute to the king's love for many years of sister and brother." ”

Everyone couldn't help but gasp again, Li Xiuce's words exploded like a thunderbolt in the Jinluan Palace, His Majesty left Beijing without a lie, but where he went, no one knows, why he died again, and no one knows.

"An hour. Li Xiuce raised a finger: "In an hour, her corpse will come here, and then the truth will be what it is, no need to say it to Wang Ming, it is in the hearts of the people." ”

In the small mansion in the east of the city, Wang Ma woke up quietly, and a ghost in white appeared in the house last night, and she fainted in panic.

Shaking her dizzy head, Wang Ma found that Green Silk was sitting in the hall, her face calm and a little abnormal.

"Girl, the little prince is gone, it rained last night, there were white-clothed ghosts at home, drink, there are a lot of white-clothed ghosts, no less than a hundred and ten, scared me to death......" The princess muttered and walked out of the hall, couldn't help but sneezed, fainted in the small courtyard last night, a little cold, and complained: "Girl, you and the little prince said, the feng shui of this house is not good, let's change a house, last night's white-clothed ghost, it's really scary, white-clothed and white-knife, white-pressed one, fortunately I fainted quickly, otherwise ......"

Wang Ma's words stuck in her throat because she saw a ghost in white standing behind the screen in the hall, looking at her coldly.

"Mom, girl, run away!" Wang Ma roared, and was about to pull the little hand of the green silk, when the knife of the white-clothed dead man had fallen on the white neck of the green silk.

Wang's mother was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, but Green Silk was calm and abnormal, and she protected her stomach with one hand: "Do you know who this house belongs to?"

The white-clothed dead man was silent for a moment, as if he was touched by the action of green silk protecting his stomach: "This house belongs to the little prince, and the white-clothed ghost last night was the dead soldier of the little prince." ”

Green Silk was puzzled: "Are you the person left by the little prince to protect the house?"

The white-clothed dead man shook his head lightly: "The little prince left me not to protect the girl, but to kill the girl, and after an hour, the girl's body will be on the Taihe Palace." ”

On the Taihe Palace, Li Xiuce slowly sat back on the dragon chair after saying the deadline of one hour, and the dragon chair carved with nine dragons shone brightly behind him, setting off the majesty of the fifteen-year-old boy, waving his hand lightly, and smiling slightly: "Hu Xiuxiu, go well, this king will not send it!"

I can't help but say that Hu Hanbin was dragged out of the Taihe Palace, and came to the noon gate, and asked about the rules for many years.

Xue Xiangsong rolled up his sleeves and smiled gloomily, he had long heard that Hu Hanbin was upright, and he was inexplicably excited to kill such an upright minister.

"Master Hu, don't resent Xue when you get to the Netherworld, Xue doesn't want to do what the little prince means. Xue Xiangsong smiled and slowly raised the decapitation knife in his hand.

Hu Hanbin was forcibly taken off his official uniform, pressed to the ground, his neck stretched out, and rested on the beheading stone, he turned his head with difficulty, looked up at the unusually large sun above his head, and slowly closed his eyes.

Xue Xiangsong's eyes flashed with excitement, and suddenly his heart trembled, a trace of indescribable feeling overflowed in his heart, and a coolness climbed above his head, this coolness was not the coolness of his heart, not the coolness generated by surprise and fear, but the real cold, the cold that was blown through by the cold wind in winter, and he needed to be clothed.

Xue Xiangsong involuntarily put down the knife in his hand and looked around suspiciously, he wanted to find out where the coolness came from, but the surroundings were quiet, there was no abnormality, and a wind blew, adding to the weirdness.

The next moment, the coolness began to spread, and the palace glaze, which was shining in the sunlight in the distance, suddenly dimmed and turned gray-black, and the big red palace pillars turned dark red, and all the brightness began to fade, and a layer of gray-black tulle was draped, and the water in the tube began to spread and freeze.

Xue Xiangsong found that his shadow also dimmed, gradually merging with the cyan marble.

Suddenly looking up, he was shocked, his throat couldn't help but squirm, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the coolness came from the top of his head, from the sky, from what he thought he should be.