"Where is he? I'm going to see him! The woman raised her head and stared at Li Qirui's back, her neck twisted stiffly, and she turned her head away, and a ray of sunlight hit her face.

"He's dead, you should know, the widow killed him!" Li Qirui paused, he held his hands behind his back, and the hand that flicked his wrench stopped, and slowly spoke.

The two of them were silent for a moment in the main hall, the woman closed her eyes, her body trembled, his first man was not the king of Yue - Li Hui, but the fourth brother of the king of Yue, Li Fangxun.

When I first saw her, she was on a rainy street, with green tiles and flying eaves, and a snow-colored oil-paper umbrella shielded her from the rain slanted by the wind. Holding the umbrella was a man with an extremely gentle face, he turned his head, bowed slightly, opened his lips lightly, and smiled at the woman, "Girl, do I need to give you a ride?" ”

When they first met, she thought they knew each other, but she never thought it was just her lovesickness.

In the heavy rain, he sent her to the door, and when the other party was about to walk into the house, he said boldly, "Girl, would you like to tell Fang Ming, a trip to the wind, a trip to the rain, you and I are acquainted!" ”

When she heard his voice, her body couldn't help but tremble, her cheeks suddenly became hot, and Li Fangxun's faint smile flashed in her mind. In the midst of her reserve, she still turned her head and looked at the boy with a jade temperament in the heavy rain holding an umbrella, standing there warmly, with a quiet smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Wen Xiaolian." She replied, turning her head hurriedly, as if her heart was about to jump out at this moment.

Thinking of this, the woman opened her eyes, "You and I are all in his plan, and for more than twenty years, I have been thinking that I should hate him. She said, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes, "But in the end, I still chose to hate myself, I shouldn't have dreamed of an ethereal love, I paid the price I deserved." ”

Li Qirui frowned, and then relaxed, more than 20 years ago, everything was pressed on his head by his eldest brother, and all the people of Yue only noticed the light of his eldest brother, and he was like a speck of dust, no one appreciated it, no one paid attention.

Now, his dust was finally covered by their Li clan in that rebellion, and he stepped onto the throne now, and finally realized that he had used the wrong means to show his abilities.

And all this is from the hands of their fourth brother, the one who understands his desire to control himself with his line.

"Then why do you want to see each other?" Li Qirui was silent for a moment, and his bloated body shook as he spoke. He is the same as Wen Xiaolian, in the long years, both of them choose to hate themselves, he has changed from a thin man to a bloated king, everything has changed, but nothing has changed, the past is still the past, and the present and future changes cannot change the destined past.

"I can't put it down." Wen Xiaolian replied, his eyes full of helplessness, "Take me there, his grave, I should go and see it." When she said this, she had already walked to Li Qirui's side and stood side by side, "My child is back, and he will know these things sooner or later." ”

"Ahaha!" Li Qirui laughed, his eyes cloudy, "That brother of yours is really stupid, if he also knows the truth..."

"Enough!" Xiao Lian interrupted Li Qirui's words and continued to speak, "Take me to his grave!" ”

"People like him don't deserve to be buried in this land!" Li Qirui snorted coldly and looked into the distance, "If you want to see him, I'll take you!" He sneered, strode forward, stopped in the room where he usually slept, pressed the dark grid, and a corridor appeared in front of the two of them.

Wen Xiaolian turned his head in astonishment, staring at Li Qirui's calm side face, "He's in there?" ”

"Well, the corpses are inside." Li Qirui replied lightly, "He underestimated me too much back then, if the blade is demonic enough, the sword-wielder will also have a chance to die." As he spoke, he walked down the steps with his torch in his hand, "and I will take you to him, my fourth brother." ”

"You're such a madman!" Xiao Lian stared at Li Qirui's back, her heart was cold, she never thought that the other party would place Li Fangxun's body in the place where she was sleeping. After standing for a while, she still chose to follow Li Qirui.

At the end of the steps, a corpse sat on a chair, its limbs nailed to it with iron wedges, and rusty iron chains on its ankles.

Wen Xiaolian looked at the corpse on the chair, walked over slowly, and gently wiped his hand on the chair, revealing the chair handle with golden stripes under the dust, this is the throne. As soon as she entered, she noticed how extraordinary the chair was made, "Is this him?" ”

"It's him, it's my home for him." The corners of Li Qirui's mouth opened the taste of sarcasm, "He wants to sit on the throne, I will give it to him, and let his whole body integrate into this throne." As he spoke, Li Qirui's tone became crazy, "When he died, the widow kept asking him what it was like to sit on the throne?" What is it? That's what he wants, and for that he uses me like a pawn! ”

Xiao Lian listened to Li Qirui's hysterical words, she sneered, turned around, and looked at the other party through the faint light of the fire, "Aren't you also on the throne now?" ”

The crazy voice stopped abruptly, Li Qirui's eyes were hollow, he looked at Li Fangxun's corpse nailed to the throne, and his tone suddenly fell, "The widow is the same as him, but this is not what the widow wants, I just wanted to be recognized back then." ”

Hearing Li Qirui's words, Wen Xiaolian turned his head, looked at the corpse on the throne, and stroked his right hand on the skull little by little, his eyes were extremely complicated.

No one would have thought that the initiator of the Xiao Wall Rebellion more than 20 years ago in Yue Guo would be the dead man in front of him, the Fourth Highness who controlled the desires of others in the dark to achieve his own desires.

The first encounter was the arrangement of the man in front of her, she married Li Hui in the sixteenth, and when Wen Xiaolian inevitably broke out in that rebellion, she slowly understood what the man who had made an oath in front of her wanted in his heart.

"Whose is that kid?" Li Qirui's words sounded behind her again, cold, like a sharp sword.

Wen Xiaolian's hand was withdrawn, and she pouted her face slightly, "I remember that I had already answered this question before." She sneered as she spoke, "You don't believe it? Is it? ”

"He's back, if this kid isn't...."

"It's his, it's his child." Wen Xiaolian interrupted Li Qirui's words, "He will kill you." ”

(Foreshadowing in chapters 270 and 275)