The corners of Xu Wenrui's mouth moved, and he pulled out a smile that was almost mocking, "Am I still in less pain?" My mother died when I was born, and that was the first time I had pain. ”

Han Qiong sneered, walked to the table slowly, opened the lid and sniffed it as if she was at home, then nodded with satisfaction, and directly poured two mouthfuls with the spout.

"It's worthy of being a thing in the East Palace, the tea is very fragrant, but this person is very pitiful."

"Pathetic?" Xu Wenrui gritted his teeth and repeated, looking at Han Qiong after a while, "What is your purpose?" ”

"Your Highness," Han Qiong snorted disdainfully, "I said I didn't have any purpose, I just wanted to help you." ”

"You have no grievances with Great Zhou, why do you want to harm Emperor Deyang?"

Han Qiong seemed to have heard some big joke, and all the wrinkles were piled up at the corners of her mouth, as if she was a mouse that had just crawled out of the gutter, "Are you holding me accountable now?" Don't forget, how I got here, but you were personally recommended by the third prince. No, maybe I should call you - Prince? ”

Xu Wenrui's pupils shrank suddenly, this fact had been repeatedly accepted by himself, and he exhaled with relief when he said it, "Yes, I am both the crown prince and the third prince, it's all me, it's all me." ”

"Prince," Han Qiong got up and patted his sleeve, sighing, "I advise you, don't think so much, we are grasshoppers tied to a rope, just take what you need, in the end, you are not a good thing, you are maggots of Da Zhou like me, a thief and a thief, you cross the street-"

- Smack

Han Qiong was staggered two steps by a slap fan, and directly slammed his face down on the table, and the teapot fell to the ground with a clatter, splashing his leg with water.

"You deserve to be compared to me?" Xu Wenrui was also arrogant, at least he didn't look obscene at all, and looked at him condescendingly at this time, like a rebellious young man.

Whether it is the crown prince or the third prince, they are all nobles and nobles, and they can't stand being insulted by others.

But Han Qiong didn't take him seriously, and got up without care, "Why can't you figure out your position?" You can kill me, but you and your father will follow, and there's nothing wrong with you and your father and son accompanying me on the Huangquan Road. ”

"Also, didn't you want to take the life of Emperor Deyang with your own hands? If you die first, how can you kill him? ”

Hatred burst out in Xu Wenrui's eyes, "I want to take his life myself, I can die, but I also have to die behind him!" ”

"Then Your Highness is better to be obedient," Han Qiong nodded twice at him with his finger, "If you want to return to that body, I can satisfy you." ”

Without waiting for Xu Wenrui to speak, he walked out of the East Palace without any politeness, looking no different from entering and exiting his own compound.

Han Qiong is really rampant, Xu Wenrui said in his heart, this palace does not look like his home, but like his home.

However, Xu Wenrui is not uncommon, he has long been dying, and he only hopes to destroy the emperor and his dynasty before he dies.

A few moths pounced on the candle flame with a crackling sound, and the candle flame only flickered twice before returning to its previous light.

When he was ten years old, he heard for the first time that Emperor Deyang's throne was not right, and that the unworthy throne of Deyang would inevitably affect future generations.

In an instant, all the humiliation, pain, sadness, and anger seemed to have found an outlet, and they mixed into a hysterical shout: Emperor Deyang must die!

If he hadn't forcibly seized the throne, his mother would not have given birth to herself and died in childbirth, and he would not have been plagued by strange illnesses since birth, bedridden all year round, and all kinds of miracle doctors couldn't say why. Even so, he still has to read and write as the crown prince, and Emperor Deyang forced him, for fear that others would say that he was unworthy of the position through the prince, so he forced him to pretend to be a good body in front of people, and he had a high fever to let him endorse.

Xu Wenling doesn't look like a prince, but like a tool for Emperor Deyang to prove himself.

Everything is to blame on Emperor Deyang, and all his pain comes from him! So when he met Han Qiong and learned that he could use the soul exchange method to obtain another body, he agreed without hesitation. Xu Wenling's body is weak, and he can't do anything when he is awake for less than five hours a day.

The method of changing souls requires blood relatives to be exchanged, and the most suitable person is the third brother who surrounds him all day long.

In all dynasties, there have been examples of princes killing each other in order to compete for the position of prince, but this third brother has a pure temperament, not only does he not have the heart to fight for the prince, but also greets him, the sick prince, and shares with him what fun he finds and what he eats.

Rather than make him disgusted with him in the future, it is better to keep him in his own hands forever now.

So when Xu Wenrui happily came to visit his eldest brother with delicious pastries for the last time, Xu Wenling ordered Han Qiong to pull out his soul, until that moment, Xu Wenrui thought that the East Palace had broken into the assassin, and desperately dragged Han Qiong to let him escape.

"Big brother, run!"

"Big brother!"

The hoarse cry tore the eardrums, Xu Wenling raised his hand and touched his face, which belonged to the third brother, there was no guilt, only happiness.

If he knew that his beloved eldest brother was a ruthless person, would he still come to deliver pastries, and would he still come to play often?

"No, so, wouldn't it be more brotherly for us to become one," Xu Wenling muttered, since the moment he sucked away Xu Wenrui's soul, the last light in his unbearable life was completely swallowed up by hatred, and from then on he fell into the abyss, only endless darkness and endless resentment urged him to move forward.

Xu Wenling picked up the bronze mirror on the table, and barely pulled out a smile that was more ugly than crying, looking at this face, it always seemed that he saw that the third brother was still sharing interesting things with him in the folk, Xu Wenling smiled at the bronze mirror like this, so that he could get some spiritual comfort, until his cheeks cramped, and the weird smile was still on his face.

***

Jingming Mountain is like spring all year round, and the flowers and trees all over the mountains are vibrant.

Tatsura was loosely dressed in a robe, sitting barefoot on a round chair made of red lacquered sandalwood, with a pot of small flowers radiating a faint light in front of him, shaking his head spiritually.

"Yo, that's so cute," Tatsura said with an old father's kind smile on his face, gently fiddling with the petals with his fingers.

The light of the little flower became brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire room, and Tatsura had to close his eyes in confusion.

Flowers? Am I hallucinating?

At the same moment, there was a heavy bang, as if something heavy had fallen from the sky, bringing a gust of wind.

"Oops!"

Chen Liang shuddered all over his body, this voice was very familiar to him, although this voice used to be like gold, and he worked hard for a day to hear him say a word.

"Little Wutong," Tatsura opened his eyes and blew on the two strands of hair in front of him, "Why are you back?" ”

"Oops," Li Xin frowned and jumped off the table, his steps were still a little unsteady due to the collision of spiritual power, there were some dirt debris on his Tsing Yi, and it seemed that there were... A flattened flower?

"What is this?"

Tatsura's face instantly became colorful, and his expression was wonderful. The fairy grass he had just gotten was directly crushed to death by a buttock, but Li Xin's sad and sad demeanor before was so deep that Chen Liang couldn't bear to be angry with him at all.

"It's a very, very," Tatsura smirked, "a very precious flower." ”

"Huh?" Li Xin wiped his sweat, sat on the chair weakly regardless of the dirt on his clothes, full of guilt, "I'm sorry, Chenliang, I don't know how I got to your desk." ”

"It's okay, I know," Tatsura smiled, "Yi Ming sent you here, hehe, he used to come to the table in my room to steal food, so he is more familiar with this teleportation point." ”

"So..."Li Xin leaned on the table, "Chen Liang..."

Chen Liang knew what was going on as soon as he saw his state, and immediately raised his hand to seal a acupoint on his neck, "Did you have a seizure?" ”

"Yes..."Li Xin's cold sweat was already soaking through his clothes, and he said angrily, "Not only did I have a seizure, I first mobilized Miaoyi's spiritual power, and then I took the pill you gave, and then I mobilized my spiritual power, and I used it again the next day after mobilizing..."

As he spoke, he was silent, apparently fainting. Chen Liang's face turned from white to yellow, yellow to green, green to purple, and finally all kinds of colors condensed into a helpless sentence, "I'm angry." ”

It stands to reason that immortals don't dream, but they are all immortals who have no desires and no desires, and they can perfectly control their divine delusions, like Li Xin, it is obviously not good.

The scene in the dream, he had never seen before.

A piece of yellow sand covers the sun, white blades and iron hooves, and tens of thousands of people fight together, like a battlefield.

What am I doing here? Li Xin was puzzled, when did he join the army? 、

"You killed my father, you kidnapped my mother, you killed my brother, you killed my friend, and today I will kill you!"

A hoarse female voice sounded, and Li Xin was instantly startled, it was Yan Xi!

The sound of the handover of the blades of the ping-pong pong, Yan Xi's armor was tattered, his long hair was scattered, the red tassels on the silver spear were dripping with blood, and he staggered forward with his back to Li Xin's footwork.

It's already the end of the crossbow. Li Xin was cold, he had never been here before, it seemed like the two countries were at war, but how could Yan Xi go to the battlefield?

The sound of killing around shook the sky, and the blades slashed directly through Li Xin, and no one could see him.

Yan Xi was kicked on the ground and slid out for several meters, and a long blood mark was shocking.

"Don't," but there was an insurmountable gap between the two, no matter how Li Xin ran forward, he always maintained a distance not far away.

"Ahem," Yan Xi got up from the ground with a silver spear, staring in one direction, Li Xin couldn't see who she was fighting against. When Yan Xi raised his foot and was about to strike again, his ankle was violently grabbed by a hand, and the strength of that hand was infinite, and his fingers went straight into the flesh!