"Have you ever seen that you will give the country to others?"

Murong Yan was stunned, "You are not sincere, you are just pretending to give up the throne to me......"

Murong Che looked at him with a very peaceful gaze, "I have a death catastrophe on my body, how can it be a hypocrisy." ”

"Therefore, if you avoid death, I will never be able to sit on the dragon chair."

"You happen to be wrong, if I live, that dragon chair, you want to sit, I can give it to you at any time. And if I die, it will be Murong Chenghao who will sit on the dragon chair now. ”

Resentment flashed in Murong Yan's eyes, "It's you, if you hadn't broken my muscles, my father wouldn't have brought Murong Chenghao back at all......"

"Jun Youqi is looking at Huanyue Country for a long time, can you fight him? To tell you the truth, you are just a fuse in my death. The poison you gave me, I have found the antidote, and when I was continuing my life, Jun Youqi and Huangque were behind. "I crippled you, you can't pose a threat anymore, so you can live for three more years, otherwise three years ago, you would have died in Jun Youqi's deployment." It was my father who was in power and was waiting for me. It's my fault, I was born in the royal family, you want the throne, you can't take it. And I, who should have the throne, can't push it. ”

"You really don't want to be emperor?" Murong Yan didn't believe it. There is no one in the world who does not want to be an emperor.

Murong Che condensed his mental power, and the pen and ink inkstone in the study next door flew in through the slightly open window, floating in the air.

His slender hand picked up the inked jade, grinding the ink slowly.

Spreading out a piece of fine parchment in his hand, he took the pen on the parchment and began to sketch the mountains and rivers and lines, "A long, long time ago, I sat on the dragon chair once. That time, I got the country. ”

"How long was that?" Murong Yan was puzzled.

"It's been a thousand years."

"How is that possible?"

He glanced at Murong Yan and said expressionlessly, "Your Yin Hall is dark, your description is withered, and your life is about to die." It doesn't hurt to tell you. A thousand years ago, in the Tianchi Kingdom, the emperor was amorous by nature, and there were countless palace maids he played with, or countless nameless beauties recruited by the people, and the number of women who were pregnant and gave birth to children was at least 100. It's just a harem struggle, and there are more than 30 male heirs who have really been born, each intrigued, framed each other, and died, and crippled. Eventually, two factions were formed. One faction is headed by the seventh prince Ling Xueyan, and the other faction is headed by my fifth prince Ling Che. Ling Xueyan and I are both concubines born to palace maids, and there are too many sons of the father and emperor.

Even the queens of the main palace and the concubines have many sons, they all have the help of their mothers, their fathers are mediocre, and they attach importance to noble blood. Although Ling Xueyan and I are princes, under the suppression of the forces behind the rest of the princes, we are worse than our subordinates. Ling Xueyan and I have each kept our heads in the dark, and we have been planning every step of the way, and our forces have grown stronger. Ling Xue's methods were cruel, and more than 20 princes were secretly framed to death by him. ”

As he spoke, he paused, "When I was twenty years old, my father finally noticed me and wanted to marry me. And at that time, I happened to meet a folk woman on a micro-service tour. Her name is Cloud. Yun is three years younger than me, beautiful, well-read, knowledgeable, and has excellent medical skills. She saved me from danger several times. I am in love with her, before the moon and under the moon, when we are emotional, we hug, kiss, and know each other. ”