Hearing this, King Zhao held blood in his heart and coughed violently.

When he finally calmed down, he tried to raise his hand to prop up half of his body and sit up, and called to the outside: "Come on!

However, none of the palace maids and eunuchs who were usually on standby outside appeared. King Zhao, who had already sensed that something was wrong, was becoming more and more gloomy and terrible at this time, and his previous pair of decadent eyes also became extremely sharp at this time, he stared at He Rong tightly, gritted his teeth and said, "What, is it possible that you still want to force the palace?"

In the face of King Zhao's murderous aura, He Rong smiled faintly, stood with his hands in his hands, and said with a bit of contempt in his tone: "How dare the sons and daughters force the palace? Now it is your Royal Highness the prince who is forcing the palace, and the sons sent people to surround this imperial study, just to protect the safety of their father, how could the escort of the sons and daughters be misunderstood by the father and want to force the palace?"

"Ahem, cough, cough......" King Zhao took a deep breath, his eyes were already a little bloodshot, and he glared at He Rong angrily: "Hmph! Gu still doesn't know you, and he is also blind, he actually trusted and relied on you so much before, if it wasn't for the fact that Xiao Yu, the commander of the Imperial Forest Army, secretly colluded with you a few days ago, how long would you still deceive Gu?"

He Rong said with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "What my father said is funny, my son never thought of deceiving my father, if it wasn't for the fact that my son deliberately let people reveal this rumor, how would my father know that my son colluded with Xiao Yu? As for the trust and reliance you said on your son before? You ask yourself, when did you trust your son? When did you rely on your son?"

"Over the years, how much has the son done for the Zhao State, how much has he paid? And how much has the son of the son received from you? He is just a descendant of the identity, so he is destined to be the son of the people in his life? The same is not the concubine who is favored by you, just because of a position, He Ming has been the prince since he was born, and I, how much I pay, in your eyes, is my duty, and it is a matter of course as a courtier? ”

Speaking of the back, He Ming's eyes were already full of coldness, so cold, so solemn, that the burning stove in the room was frozen in ice.

Seeing this scene in the gap in the wall behind the bookshelf, Chu Yunsheng, who heard this qiē, couldn't help but blink his eyes when he caught a few key words in He Rong's words, "Destroy Chen Guo".

And at the same time, not only was she sensitive to these words, but King Zhao, who was half-propped up on the bed, also changed a few times when he heard this, "Destroy Chen Guo! You talk to the Lone King to destroy the Chen State! You forget how the Lone King ordered you to leave that orphan girl, but what about you, forced her to death!"

"Yes, it was Erchen who forced her to death, and when Erchen saw her face for the first time, he saw that it was a little similar to the woman in the painting that his father had always regarded as a treasure, and then Erchen sent someone to investigate, guess what Erchen found out?"

Speaking of this, Chu Yunsheng, who was still holding his breath just now, had forgotten to breathe.

Instinctively told her that the orphan girl they were talking about was probably related to herself.

Hearing this, King Zhao's face was completely bloodless.

And He Rong ignored the hatred on King Zhao's face, and continued: "Erchen found out that the mother of Prince He Ming and the mother of Erchen, as well as many concubines in the harem who were beaten into the cold palace or killed by the cane, as well as those concubines who were suddenly favored, they were favored by their father and angered by their father, all because they had something in common with the woman in the painting. Father, is what your son said right?"

"Bastard, shut up!" King Zhao was completely enraged, and his hands clenched his fists and slapped the bed board fiercely, but now that the people around him had been taken away or accused, he was angry, and there was no longer the slightest resistance.

"But Erchen didn't want to stop talking today, it's rare for our father and son to talk about it openly and honestly," He Rong sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at King Zhao on the bed, his eyes were already stained with a layer of frost: "Erchen lost his mother at the age of six, and the reason why your mother angered you was only because she accidentally bumped into your painting, and then you ordered her to be killed, do you know what will be the situation of the prince who has lost his mother in this harem? ”

Chu Yunsheng behind the wall looked at such a strange He Rong, and couldn't help but gasp when he heard what he had never revealed to anyone.

Six years old.

Could it be that the seeds of hatred had taken root in his heart since then?

She felt panicked in her heart for a while, and at this time, He Rong was already continuing: "So, the moment she saw the woman in the Lock Demon Tower, Erchen wanted to think about it-Chu Yunsheng, you want to destroy her! Destroy her!"

"Although it has nothing to do with her, it is precisely because her mother makes you so obsessed with it that you will treat the entire harem like this, and you will treat my mother like this back then, so I hate her mother, and I hate her who has a similar face to her mother!"

"That's enough! Don't say it again! You brute! So, you're going to kill her?!" King Zhao looked at He Rong, who was already a little carried away by hatred and a little crazy, with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes: "She's just an orphan girl she left behind!"

"Yes, I forced her to death, even if I didn't make a move, she wouldn't survive, I just forced her to death in the end, and Father, what you did to their mother and daughter is more cruel than killing them. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, stood up, looked condescendingly at King Zhao's pale and bloodless face, and said sarcastically: "What kind of disaster to destroy the country, what kind of Lingxiao flower demon, isn't this the rumor that my father didn't get out of love and hatred back then, and made people deliberately spread rumors in Chen State? Design for King Chen to imprison this mother and daughter? Compared to me who finally forced her to death, what you did is simply despicable." ”

Hearing this, King Zhao's whole person was as if he had been struck by lightning, and he was stiffly stunned in place.

And Chu Yunsheng was completely unconscious at this time.

The truth of being imprisoned in the Demon Tower for so many years was finally spread out in front of her, as if someone had used a sharp knife to pick open her heart layer by layer, dripping with blood and blurring flesh and blood.

It hurts, it hurts so much that I forget to feel it.

Hate, hate so much that I forgot to breathe.

And outside, He Ming's crazy catharsis has not stopped, he beckoned to the outside world, and the next moment, someone came in with a tray, and two red glazed porcelain bottles on a white background were placed on the tray.

He raised his hand and pointed at the two porcelain bottles, then turned his head to Zhao Wang, who seemed to have been stimulated on the bed and only half breathed, and smiled: "Father, don't you want to know what is in here?"