Walking into the late autumn sky, it is always ethereal and gloomy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoFallen leaves wander into the distance on the wind, with dryness and desolation, reflecting the vast and prosperous imperial capital.

On the altar outside the imperial capital, only a few palace people were busy. It was a dilapidated dungeon, and no one was allowed to approach it normally, but today was a special day.

The palace people were numb and doing what they had become accustomed to. Open the door of the dungeon and throw the corpse wrapped in mat grass inside......

There was not even any memorial ceremony, just a few handfuls of paper money hastily sprinkled and three pillars of green incense burned.

Gong Yue watched the door of the dilapidated dungeon gradually close, and her face became more and more pale. He didn't speak, but the expression on his face was very cold, which is not the expression of an eight-year-old child.

The person who was thrown into the underground palace just now was a concubine in the imperial city, and she was also Gong Yue's mother, a woman who was given death on the charge of attempted murder......

That day, when the three-foot white silk was added, he watched his mother's face become distorted little by little, until he lost his breath.

He always remembered that the concubine was dead, her eyes suddenly came and stared at him.

That look of despair and unwillingness made him remember it vividly.

He really wanted to save his mother, but he was only eight years old, so should he expect an eight-year-old child to turn the situation around? So he can only watch from afar, just watch.

"Yue'er, even if you do whatever it takes, you have to live in this palace, understand?" He remembered what his mother had said to him before she died, and that extremely firm, extremely ruthless expression.

"Nine Emperor Princes, it's not too early, please go back to the palace immediately!" The palace people who had finished their work began to urge, their faces were cold, and they seemed to be even colder and more ruthless than the messengers of hell.

Gong Yue followed the group of palace people to walk back, and when he stepped out of the dungeon, he turned around and looked again, under the gloomy sky, the dilapidated and gloomy dungeon was like a huge mass grave, as long as it was any guilty person in that imperial city, he would be thrown into it unconditionally, like discarded garbage......

Outside the palace gate, a young man in plain clothes was already waiting there, about eleven or twelve years old, already a little handsome, looking into the distance from time to time, as if waiting for someone.

"Fifth Highness, Nine Emperor Princes, they are back." The slave who was waiting on the side looked at the carriage that was coming from afar, and hurriedly turned around to report it.

The young man followed the prestige, and his slightly twisted eyebrows finally stretched slightly.

"Yue'er, are you okay?" The young man helped Gong Yue get out of the car, and asked worriedly, his voice was as soft as water, for fear of startling him.

"Brother Yi, Yue'er is fine." The corners of Gong Yue's lips smiled slightly, and a wisp of pale appeared on her immature face, which looked really weird.

The young man was stunned, his eyes flashed with a little worry, but he just stepped forward silently and took Gong Yue's cold hand. He said: "Yue'er is not afraid, let's go home." ”

The two small figures held hands and walked into the palace gate, and were gradually swallowed up by the huge imperial city, and there was no trace of them.

Since then, Gong Yue has suddenly become extremely well-behaved, and she is very smart and clever, and she is also quite loved by her father. His father saw that he was smart since he was a child, so when he dealt with government affairs, he would always take him with him. For a while, there was news inside and outside the court that the monarch wanted to establish Gong Yue as the crown prince, although it was a rumor, but it also made the people in the palace panic.

Everyone was a little strange, Gong Yue's mother's death didn't seem to have any impact on him, but made him more beautiful. After a long time, not only did some people find him strange, but some people began to hate him when he was young, and some people were jealous of him.

Only Gong Yue himself knows best that he has no fate with the crown prince, and he has no intention of competing with anyone for the world.

All he wants is to live a peaceful life without disturbing each other.

It's a pity that no one understands his thoughts. Maybe even Brother Yi doesn't understand......

That year was his birthday, and he just wanted to watch the epiphany that was about to bloom in the Imperial Garden, waiting for the person he liked the most to come over.

The lanterns are about to stop, and the silvery moonlight is pouring and flowing, quietly like a light dream.

He lingered in the early blooming flowers, reluctant to leave, until it was more exposed.

On the side of the pavilion not far away, there were some subtle sounds, mixed with the sound of insects, which were transmitted by the wind, but with a hint of blood.

The blood on the sword was still flowing, and a black shadow looked at the young man in Chinese clothes who fell to the ground, his eyes were bright red.

The person holding the sword in his hand is the third prince, Gong Che.

And the person lying on the ground dying, is the crown prince who was just canonized by his father not long ago, and their elder brother is also the rightful heir to the throne.

Gong Yue hid in the epiphany, and the scene in front of him almost frightened him to scream. Fortunately, a pair of hands covered his mouth in time, so no one noticed.

Gong Yue turned his head and saw Gong Yihan's face that had become more and more beautiful, and he was shaking his head slightly at the moment, signaling him not to say anything.

The next day, news began to spread inside and outside the palace that the prince had died of a violent illness. A funeral was earth-shattering, and the sound of drums and mourning continued, disturbing people's peace.

"Brother Yi, one day, will you kill me too?" Gong Yue stood by the cold palace wall, looking at those who were handling the prince's funeral from afar, and suddenly looked back at Gong Yihan.

"No, it won't." Gong Yihan grabbed his hand and smiled at him reassuringly. Although the tone is immature, it is firm and sincere.

When Gong Yue heard him say this, she raised her little face happily and smiled, simple, but with a little sadness......

Three years have passed in a flash, and it was the same night, which happened to be Gong Yue's birthday. That night with a beautiful moonlight was very sultry.

The same place, the same people, but playing different dramas.

This time, the long sword in Gong Yihan's hand pierced through his heart, and before the blood could spill from the wound, he had already felt the temperature of the sword body, which was cold and biting.

"Why, Brother Lianyi, you don't understand Yue'er......" he asked lightly, with a tired and sad expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, but if you don't die, I'll never get that position!" Gong Yihan pushed the long sword into his body a few more points, and he could feel that his hands were shaking. Yes, if Yue'er doesn't die, how can he change the decision of his father's edict.

Blood dripped from the sword, staining the white epiphany, red, bewitching.

Gong Yue was robbed of the last trace of strength by the sword, and before he could lose his breath, he was thrown into the ancient well in the garden by Gong Yihan.

The water in late autumn was cold, chilling his dying heart.

The silver-snowy moonlight fell on his face through the round well, and a sarcastic smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Together with the shadow of the moon, they were flooded by the well and sank into a bottomless place.

It was like falling into a dark hell, with nothing but never-ending darkness.