He stood side by side with the darkness, stepping on the bones, stained with blood, giving so much, just when he thought everything was settled, but he didn't know that a hand in the darkness turned everything around. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It all came too suddenly.

He felt that fate was unfair.

He had given so much, but in the end, it was only a split second, and he had to watch himself fall from a great height.

He's given so much!

Who knows what he's been through, who knows how hard it was to endure that endless night?

He was not reconciled.

However, there is nothing to be done.

Sadly, he didn't know who the people behind the scenes were.

On the golden throne, his father, the king, had issued an order to abolish his crown princehood.

He looked at the man in high above him coldly, and did not utter a word of pleading.

He was tired.

He felt as if he had walked a long, long road, but the road seemed to have no end, and when he looked ahead, it was all white.

He was really tired.

Death and life are actually just a thought.

He looked at the man sitting on the throne, and could not find a trace of affection in it.

His blood is in his veins!

But the man still didn't have a trace of pity.

Tiger poison does not eat children.

This sentence never existed in Chongyuan City, which was surrounded by high walls.

Once, he thought countless times, what is the point of such a father?

His father was like a cold and hard stone, warm or hot.

As a child, he used to ask his mother why his father didn't come to see him.

With tears in her eyes, her mother stepped aside, then comforted him that his father was too busy.

However, he actually knew that on that day his father was canonized as a concubine, and it should have been in the palace of the beautiful concubine at that time.

But he prefers to be his father, who is really busy with government affairs.

Later, when he grew up, he didn't want to deceive himself in this way anymore.

He is no longer a young boy who longs for his father's love, but a powerful teenager.

The immaturity of childhood disappeared without a trace, and he experienced all kinds of dirtiest things in the world, and his heart was no longer as innocent as a child.

He no longer longs for his father's love, and even in his heart, he is no longer his father, but an assistant who can help him rise to a high position.

He had killed a lot of people, his eyes had become no longer pure, and his hands were stained with the blood that disgusted him.

He hated, he was happy, he was struggling, he was angry.

He has asked the sky many times, do the children of the royal family have to grow up like this?

The sky was silent, and there was only one torrential rain.

He knows that there are some things that can't be changed.

He didn't really want to ask the sky, he didn't really want to find an answer, but he just wanted to find an outlet for his anger.

Looking up at the moon, the bright moon shone for thousands of miles, but it couldn't shine on his heart.

In the court, the ministers all retreated cautiously.

He raised his head, saluted without humility or arrogance, and walked out of the main hall.

The smoke outside the door was picturesque, and his heart seemed to be less depressed.

It seems that a lot of things have disappeared without a trace in that instant.

From then on, those battles for the throne were no longer relevant to him.

He looked in the direction of the frontier and thought to himself that it seemed that it was time for him to go and see his clever brother.

After all these years, I don't know how he is doing.

He knew he was supposed to be on the frontier.

Before, after all kinds of speculation, he thought that the person behind the curtain was him, but now, he felt that it was not.

It's just because he always feels that he and his brother's heart are connected.

The battle of the royal family is like the change of wind and clouds in the sky.

Who likes to let themselves live forever in the bloody wind and rain, and let themselves stick to the blood that can't be cleaned forever?

He and him, actually, are the same.

His younger brother was smarter than him, and he chose to leave this royal city full of desire early, and from then on, his clothes were fluttering, his sleeves were breezy, and he was unrestrained and free.

Freedom is a very mysterious thing.

Sometimes you have a lot of money and you have no power in your hands, but you are still a slave, an unfree person.

And sometimes, you are obviously a sinful body, and your body is full of shackles, but you are so free.

Perhaps, at that time, if King Yu fought hard, he might turn defeat into victory, but he didn't.

He seemed to be trying to find an excuse for himself, an excuse to throw off his shackles.

He was tired of the days when he grinded his teeth and sucked blood like a devil.

He wants to be a normal person.

Be an ordinary person, worry about firewood, rice, oil and salt, and worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

In short, as long as you can stay away from the court, it's good.

So when you think about it, his younger brother is actually the smartest one.

The sooner you leave, the sooner you are comfortable.

He didn't do the palace, but stepped on the color of the sunset step by step, and slowly walked back to his palace.

The flowers in the yard bloomed, and when I pushed the door in, I was greeted by bursts of fragrance.

He smiled knowingly and sighed.

I wondered, how long has it been, I have forgotten the flowers in this yard.

It was planted with his mother as a child.

Later, since his mother's death, he had not allowed anyone to step in.

The flowers and plants in the courtyard have grown like this, and now they are so prosperous.

He looked at the sky, and a white cloud floated right above him.

He thought it must be his mother watching him.

Maybe his mother was happy for him, too.

Finally, it's time to leave this cannibalistic place.

As parents, they don't want their children to become famous, they just want a safe and healthy life.

In the royal city, it is never possible to be healthy, so you can only be healthy if you leave here.

He sat on the floor, dressed in a rich robe, and looked at the flowers and plants in the courtyard, wondering what they would do with it when he left.

He wasn't going to take them with him, though.

People have a life and death, and flowers and plants are even more.

So he doesn't worry about them, even if he planted them with his mother.

Feelings, in fact, have been scattered in the past time and space.

Since you can't go back, why worry too much about the things you left behind.

He turned around, left the courtyard, and walked towards the outside of the palace.

He wanted to see his former mansion.

I haven't been back for a long time.

It's a bit deserted.

He has not been back since he succeeded to the throne of the crown prince.

It's not that he's too busy, it's that he's reluctant to go back.

Because there were so many things in it that he didn't want to recall.

Too much filth, too much that can only be revealed in the dark.

He didn't want to think about it, because it would make him feel tired.

So he didn't want to go back, not once, he felt that only in this way would he feel less depressed in his heart.