Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Sima Chun, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly got up and walked to the black-clothed man whose hands and feet were tied, the dagger in his hand flickering with cold light.

"You do it, it's long over!" There was calm in the hoarse voice, and the man in black looked at Sima Chun's eyes lovingly and complex.

Sima Chun looked stunned when he heard this, the hand holding the dagger couldn't help but tremble slightly, slowly closed his eyes, and felt that the footsteps had obviously reached the outside of the cell, and suddenly opened his eyes, the bottom of his eyes was stained with an indescribable pain and determination, and the dagger stabbed into the heart of the black-clothed man without hesitation, and the blood gushing out suddenly splashed all over the faces of the two of them, like blood flowers blooming from the demons.

Qingyun and Mo Xuan had just walked to the prison door, and when they saw this terrifying and bloody scene, Qingyun's complexion couldn't help but change slightly: "Sima Chun, what are you doing here?" ”

After listening to the fifth brother and Lu Po, she vaguely guessed something.

It's just that she can't understand that since Sima Chun already knows the identity of the man in black, why did he end the man in black with his own hands, and deliberately chose when she just returned to the palace?

Could it be that Sima Chun's body has run out of oil? Or do you imagine that the edict of succession was suddenly issued before for the forgiveness of sins?

The blood that kept gushing out blinded Sima Chun's eyes, and the whole person looked at the man in black blankly, his gaze was still loving and complicated, and his handsome face gradually turned pale, until there was no trace of blood, and an indescribable complex mood tugged at his heart fiercely, and the blood-stained dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a 'clang', making a crisp and piercing sound.

Hearing Qingyun's inquiry, Sima Chun suddenly came back to his senses, turned his eyes to look at Mo Xuan, and said with an inexplicable tone in his eager tone: "Prime Minister Han, no, Mo Xuan, quickly take his heart's blood, so that you can cure Jiu'er's cold disease!" ”

A trace of demonic edge crossed his enchanting eyes, Mo Xuan hurriedly stepped forward and walked in front of the man in black, took out a small porcelain bottle, filled it with half a bottle of the man's heart's blood, and added a special pill to treasure it carefully.

Seeing that Mo Xuan did not doubt himself at all, Sima Chun's eyes were deep, and his expression was relieved with a hint of loneliness.

"Kid, right...... I'm sorry! Staring straight at Sima Chun, the black-clothed man's lips that kept spilling blood moved slightly: "You...... Can you call me a ...... A Father's ...... Father? ”

Who knew that Sima Chun lowered his head slightly, making people unable to see his expression clearly, and he was obviously deaf to the prayers of the man in black.

"Wronged, hehe......"

The gray and colorless face of the man in black pulled out a sad smile, and there was bitterness, vicissitudes and relief in the laughter.

For the woman he loved, he betrayed his teacher, ruthlessly killed innocent people again and again, his hands were already stained with blood, in order to better protect the woman he loved, he also self-harmed and became a defective eunuch, as a result, the woman he loved did not have him at all in his heart, only when he was a tool to eradicate dissidents, and even used his blood to hurt his fellow sisters, a pair of biological children could not recognize each other, how sad and pitiful was his life?

Now, too, it's time for him to pay for the sins he has committed, just a pair of his children......

Seeing that Sima Chun's eyes finally froze, his pupils slowly dilated, and his head drooped, and the man in black had already died in Huangquan.

Seeing Sima Chun's whole body trembling, Qingyun's brows frowned slightly, and he sighed silently: "After all, he is your biological father, why do you ...... it?"

Looking up at Qingyun, Sima Chun's eyes were as silent and deep as a thousand-year-old well, and his withered face was calm with a trace of self-deprecation and sadness: "I have always boasted of my noble identity, and my martial arts are far above all the princes, of course the throne belongs to me, but I didn't expect it...... I didn't expect that I was actually born to a mother concubine and a rebel, and I am not a real royal bloodline at all......"

Qingyun's face was as calm as water, and his lips pursed slightly without speaking.

Sima Chun didn't seem to have the luxury of expecting Qingyun to say anything, and continued to himself: "The person who poisoned your mother back then was the mother concubine, and Lin Han told me that the medicine to cure your cold disease was introduced to a person whose name contains the word 'thunder'...... He has also admitted that he is Yue Ting, the previous holy son of the Absolute Dust Palace, and he was originally very likely to become the successor palace master, but he met his mother, and since then he has fallen into a love barrier and can no longer be freed! ”

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Qingyun still didn't say a word.

Murong Qingyi had mentioned to her before that Yue Ting was a person with extraordinary talent and extraordinary talents, and Murong Qingyi really intended to pass on the throne to Yue Ting.

It's a pity that one day Yue Ting died suddenly due to a homemade poison, and Murong Qingyi was deeply embarrassed by this.

Unexpectedly, Yue Ting faked his death for Lin Yutong, and entered the palace with Lin Yutong, willing to become a tool for Lin Yutong to kill dissidents.

Love is a word, and it really knows itself warmly.

After a long breath, Sima Chun then begged: "I know, my mother and I, as well as the people of the Lin family, are guilty of deep sins, and I don't expect to be forgiven by you, but Zhilan doesn't know anything, and sacrifices her lifelong happiness for our ambitions and sins, I ......"

"Bengong and Zhilan have always been sisters, even if you don't say it, Bengong will ensure that she is safe and happy for the rest of her life!" Qingyun said lightly.

"I'm sure you'll be kind to Zhilan." Glancing at Mo Xuan next to him, a strange dark light crossed Sima Chun's eyes, and when he turned to look at Qingyun, he was full of expectation: "As for me, I hope that you can bury me next to your cemetery after death, first, please give me a chance to atone for my sins, and second, I can protect you." ”

Before Qingyun could say anything, Mo Xuan had already resolutely objected: "Impossible! ”

No wonder Sima Chun's eyes were so weird just now, it turned out that with such an calculation, it was simply hateful!

Xiyan is the emperor, and after a hundred years, he will naturally be buried in the royal mausoleum, and only the imperial husband is qualified to be buried with Xiyan, and the one buried next to Xiyan Cemetery is the side emperor, or the closest person to Xiyan, whether it is Xiyan's side imperial husband, or Xiyan's closest person, Sima Chun is not qualified enough!

"Jiu'er, my time is short, and my only last wish is to be able to stay by your side, can you bear my regrets?" Sima Chun stared straight at Qingyun, his eyes full of begging and loneliness, and his whole body was filled with a sad aura.

Holding Mo Xuan's hand tightly, Qingyun said lightly: "This palace will find a feng shui treasure to be your cemetery." ”

Mo Xuan, who was originally furious, heard this, and a gentle and charming smile suddenly appeared on his beautiful face, looking at Sima Chun's eyes with pride and coldness.