The widow didn't think about usurping the throne, some things were like boats down the river, and they wanted to turn back, only to find that the water was pushing the boat, and there was no turning back. I just want to prove in front of the world that there is Li Qirui in the world, he is not the king of the Yue Kingdom, but he also has the talent of the world--"Yue History: Li Xianwang"

"Brother, use your sword to tell the widow your ambition!" On the top of the steps, the king of Yue looked at the door of the palace, a black hairpin with blood flowers spread out, he raised the long sword in his hand, the green tendons on his forehead bulged, and he roared hideously, "Come up with your ambition! Let the widow see how the man with the blood of the Li family killed his own brother!"

At the entrance of the palace stood a thin man, his head bowed, his hand holding the hilt of his sword rattling and rubbing. He still remembers that when he was a child, the man on the steps told himself that in the future, three points of the world would be his, and he would stand in front of him to shield himself from the wind and rain, facing the greed of the six countries.

But he doesn't need such protection, he doesn't want someone to stand in front of him and overshadow all his brilliance, he is Li Qirui, the second prince of the Yue Kingdom, and he is arrogant in his bones.

"The arrows have been sent, and there is no going back. After a short hesitation, he raised his head and raised the sword in his hand high, "The one who wins the head, the official worships a product!" The crossbow arrow held by the crossbow hand was snatched by him, and he pulled the trigger, "Shoot the king of Yue, a thousand gold!"

All the crossbowmen were still hesitant when they heard this, and their hands shaking violently as they grasped the bolts.

"Those who hesitate, there is no mercy!" Seeing this, the man slashed a trembling crossbowman beside him with a sword, and the hot blood splashed his face.

The combination of grace and power made the crossbowmen choose to shoot after a brief thought, and countless crossbow arrows rained down on the man on the royal ranks.

"The widow is disappointed, your courage cannot bear your ambition, my brother. He looked at the crossbowman with a sneer, and a crossbow arrow struck him in the forehead, and the leather inside his robe was also full of short arrows. Before he died, the long sword in his hand swept away, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the arrow pierced into the forehead bone was pulled out and thrown to the ground, both hands held down the hilt of the knife, the pestle was on the ground, his back was stiffly beaten straight, his eyes were fixed on the front, and a sneering smile was opened.

The hair on his temples was blown up by the wind outside the palace, and the soldiers under the steps saw the man in the king's robe, his eyes widened, you look at me, I look at you, but no one dared to take the lead.

"I've never had ambitions, I just want to prove it!" muttered the man at the crossbowman's side, and the soldier at the bottom of the steps walked up with his sword, standing in front of his brother and staring at the other's gaze, his heart souring to make him know that he would shed tears.

"A country of the widows, a country of the widows..."

There was a man on the big bed shouting, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes. He slammed up and sat down on the bed, gasping for air, his bloated body shaking violently.

"You're having nightmares. "There was a woman in the room sitting behind a screen, with her face facing the king on the great bed, and bent over to look at the books on the table.

"Well, people think about a lot of things when they get older. Li Qirui nodded, pulled the futon covering his legs and stood up, stared at the woman behind the screen and spoke, "What are you doing here?

"Nothing, just a little curious, came over and had a look. The woman behind the screen pursed her lips, "You're going to have nightmares too, and it doesn't seem to be very bad, at least remember those lingering things." ”

"Huh. Li Qirui smiled dryly, "It was a good opportunity just now, why don't you kill the widow." He sat down again, holding the beam on the edge of the bed, and glanced at the position of the secret compartment in the room, "The widow gave you a chance." ”

"My child will come back, and I will keep your head for him. Madame stood up and turned, "I will live forever and wait as my child carries your head to his honor." ”

"This Yue country is all widowed, and he can only die when he returns. Xiaolian, do you want him to live like this all the time for a trumped-up excuse, he is your child. Li Qirui lowered his head and said bitterly, "This is a road from no return, if... If he understood, that kid of yours wouldn't..."

"Enough! You killed his father and broke your original oath!" the woman's shoulders trembled violently, and she interrupted Li Qirui's unfinished words hysterically, "My child he will understand, he can understand!"

"Hahaha, you're more pitiful than a widow. Li Qirui laughed, the corners of his mouth flashed with a fleeting sarcasm, "Xiaolian, you and the widow are the same kind of people, a kind of people, we all have nightmares, don't we?" he muttered, his voice softened again, "The widow has actually been waiting for your child to come back, this is the game of the schemer, if he wins the widow, he can just take this Yue Guo." Widows are not rare, one wrong step, one wrong step, we don't even have the qualifications to turn back. ”

The woman closed her eyes, her eyes filled with tears, "I thought there were some things that I could know, but people do things, things are not up to people!" she opened the door, "If you lose, I will also give an explanation to my child, I have lived too long, day by day, my heart has already rotted in this shell." ”

The door was closed by the woman, and she walked out, her tone a little melancholy.

"You are the same as the person I owe to you, as for the fourth brother, he should die!" Li Qirui pressed his forehead and said to himself, "But he shouldn't die at the hands of the widow, my hands are stained with too much blood." ”

Speaking softly, he stood up, pushed the dark grid, grabbed the torch and walked down the steps.

In a room at the end of the hallway, a fire suddenly lit up. The seated skeleton in the center was staring ahead, a dagger in its eye socket glistening with a cold light.

The armor and white bones scattered around him were scattered, and Li Qirui looked at the skeleton sitting upright on the chair, his eyes becoming more and more gloomy.

He stood on the side and pulled out the iron wedge on the back of his hand bone with his hand, the hard iron was already rusty, and the dark yellow rust had corroded into the skeleton of the hand. The light of the fire was slightly downward, and thick chains could be seen at the ankles of the skeleton.

"Fourth brother, maybe you didn't expect this ending! It is true that I betrayed you, if you die, the widow would rather die at the hands of the eldest brother than at your hands. Li Qirui stroked the white skeleton with his hand, "You must have been waiting down for a long time, the game planned by the widow is about to start, if he wins, the widow will go down to accompany you." But if he loses, what will the widow do......"