The candles in the Mingde Hall were flickering, and only He Run was guarding outside the door, and everyone else was sent away by Emperor Deyang.

"Your Majesty," Han Qiong's wrinkled face was gloomy by the lights, the bags under her eyes hung down on her face, and her voice was hoarse and sharp like a duck choked by the throat, but Emperor Deyang sat cross-legged on the cushion, with a face of devotion to the gods, "Please start the national teacher." ”

Han Qiong bowed slightly, and with a flick of the dust, dots of snowflake-like dust scattered from the top of Emperor Deyang's head.

Emperor Deyang closed his eyes with ease, and there was a pitch-black knife on his leg, and he slowly opened his eyes when the dust was removed.

Strange string music suddenly sounded in my ears, and the entire Mingde Hall seemed to be floating in the clouds, and the dragon bed and dragon chair were looming, illusory but yearning.

Han Qiong stood in front of Emperor Deyang, his body was exuding golden light, the hem of his clothes moved without wind, and he was a fairy wind and bones.

"Please relax your consciousness and silently repent, and repentance in your heart,"

Emperor Deyang obediently closed his eyes. Han Qiong continued, "Think about what it was like when you killed the former prince of the East Palace, your brother. ”

"How did he splash blood on the spot? How painful is the eyes? ”

In front of the south gate, the prince of the East Palace was lying on the ground, his clothes were disheveled, he vomited a mouthful of blood, his eyes were red and about to drip blood, and he glared at the second prince viciously.

Emperor Deyang frowned slightly, and his face was a little drunken red.

"Is there hatred in his eyes?"

"Yes," beads of sweat appeared on Emperor Deyang's forehead, and his eyes were really terrifying.

"Are you afraid," Han Qiong saw that he had completely entered the realm, and he didn't even call the emperor, and said to you directly, "Are you afraid that he will retaliate against you?" ”

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid," Emperor Deyang's eyes rolled rapidly under his eyelids, and his voice trembled slightly, "I'm afraid that he will become a powerful ghost..."

Han Qiong nodded with satisfaction, and her voice gradually became fierce, "Pick up the knife, kill him, and let his soul fall into hell forever, and there will be no return!" ”

"Kill him, don't look for me..."Emperor Deyang's wrist trembled, trembling and picked up the pitch-black knife on his leg, and stabbed it towards the front of nothingness-

The former prince convulsed, and a sharp blade pierced through the back, piercing through. The blood slowly flowed on the ground, and Emperor Deyang could feel the temperature of the blood, which was very hot, hot and scary, like boiling water, and steaming.

In the heat, a dark figure slowly rose from the ground, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, and there were no pupils in his eye sockets, which was extremely hollow.

"I'm your brother... Have you forgotten? ”

Emperor Deyang was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound, and he seemed to become incomparably small in an instant. You can only pin all your hopes on the pitch-black knife in your hand.

"Don't come here, don't come here..."Emperor Deyang brandished his knife, the blade also flashed a faint cold light in the heat, and with each wave, the black shadow took a step back, and the sound of asking for his life became farther and farther away.

Han Qiong watched Emperor Deyang on the cushion continue to swing like grasping a life-saving straw, writhing like a convulsion, and continued to urge, "Hurry up, hurry up, if you don't want to die, you can only kill him, quick, quick!" ”

Emperor Deyang swung more and more frequently, and green tendons appeared in the hand holding the knife, and the black shadow became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared from sight.

When there was a thud, the knife fell to the ground, Emperor Deyang was excited, panting like waking up from a dream, and it took a long time to find the focus with his eyes open, and everything in the dragon bed and dragon chair was still in its original position as before, completely and clearly, and the strings disappeared as if they had never appeared before.

It's just that the body is still floating in the clouds, very relaxed, with some trance stimulation in the brain.

"Your Majesty," Han Qiong returned to her respectful demeanor, "How do you feel?" ”

"Okay, okay," Emperor Deyang came back to his senses, wiping his sweat and nodding, "Feel comfortable all over, reward." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Han Qiong seemed to be used to it, without the slightest joy.

Emperor Deyang closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, and he was still enjoying the aftertaste just now.

Han Qiong glanced at it and snorted almost inaudibly, "Your Majesty, the minister will retire first." ”

"Go," Emperor Deyang kept his posture still, Han Qiong picked up the knife on the ground and put it in his sleeve, bowed down and exited Mingde Hall.

East Palace.

"Third prince, you are here," and with a smile on his face, Xu Wenrui smiled slightly and raised his hand to signal He Man to go out.

Xu Wenrui is approachable, and he doesn't call the eunuchs and palace maids around, originally someone must watch the visit to the East Palace, but the minions have a good impression of him. The third prince and the crown prince have a deep brotherhood and have a lot to say.

The minions were happy to make it easier for Xu Wenrui.

"The old slave will stand down first." He Man and He Run are both old eunuchs in the palace, and they were originally people around the emperor, but because the prince was sick in bed all the year round, He Man was transferred to the East Palace to take care of the prince.

"Okay," Xu Wenrui nodded, and when only he and the prince were left in the room, he slowly walked to the table, picked up a bowl of cold Chinese medicine on the table and took a sip.

"Tsk, it's so hard to drink, it's such a bitter thing, it's good that I don't have to drink it."

Xu Wenrui frowned and swallowed the mouthful of Chinese medicine, and drank several cups of tea before suppressing the bitter taste in his throat.

"Can you drink every day?"

Under the golden bed tent lay a man on his back, not speaking.

"I saw that general today," Xu Wenrui snorted disdainfully, "one is stupid and brainless, and the other is crippled." ”

"Especially the small one, which is not deeply involved in the world, and the ridiculous steadiness is only superficial."

Xu Wenrui said to himself, and laughed as he spoke, "Why, why can he live so well?" ”

"What? You ask me where he is doing well? Xu Wenrui's face was a little puzzled at first, and then he nodded, as if he was really talking to someone, "I don't know, maybe it's because he looks more robust, like those horses running in the racecourse." ”

"But I'm not envious, I'm the prince,"

Xu Wenrui paused for a moment, then stood up suddenly, his eyes widened, and his face showed a look of horror, like ants on a hot pot scurrying back and forth in the house, "I am the prince, I am the prince, I am Xu Wenling, I am Xu Wenling..."

"And who are you?" Xu Wenrui pointed to the person behind the bed tent, cold sweat oozed from his sideburns, the corners of his mouth twitched spasmodically, and his face was crazy like a smile, "Who are you?" Who are you? ”

The man behind the bed tent was as unresponsive as a corpse.

"Speak, speak..."Xu Wenrui walked to the bed in two steps and opened the curtain as if he was angry. Don't die shaking the man lying flat.

The man's hair was draped over his shoulders like withered grass, he was only dressed in undershirts, his face was gray and his cheeks were emaciated, and if it weren't for the barely visible rise and fall of his chest, he would have looked no different from a dead man.

"Forget it, if I speak, you will speak," malice continued to flow from every action, Xu Wenrui no longer roared, a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes still had a devouring essence, "Are you tired of lying down?" ”

The candle flame flickered a few times, and the eunuchs outside the door were already far away under the instructions of Heman, and there was only the sound of rough breathing in the room.

"Look at your hands, they are all skin and bones," Xu Wenrui reached out and picked up the handkerchief hanging by the basin, and wiped the yellow bone bulging hand like wiping a valuable antique, the action can be called gentle, "You are the prince, and you have become neither human nor ghost, who is it thanks to?" ”

"Huh? Remember? By whom? ”

The man remained motionless and did not react. Xu Wenrui threw the handkerchief back into the basin casually, and a few drops of water splashed on his side face unconsciously, "I forgot, you can't talk anymore, but you can't forget this." ”

Xu Wenrui seemed to be a little painful and a little happy, covering his face with his hands, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, his shoulders shrugged up and down, and his throat made a gurgling sound.

After a while, he wiped his face, slowly leaned closer to the man's ear, and whispered, "He is..."

"Third prince, the national teacher is visiting," Heman's voice sounded outside the door, Xu Wenrui couldn't stop his words, and cleared his throat, "Please let him in." ”

There was no trace of anything unusual in his voice, and he reached out to open the door as soon as he answered, and Han Qiong went straight to the East Palace as soon as he came out of Emperor Deyang.

"Third Prince, you are here,"

"National teacher," Xu Wenrui smiled slightly, all the madness and malice on his face were swept away, Han Qiong also returned the salute respectfully, and walked out with Man Fu and closed the door.

In an instant, Xu Wenrui and Han Qiong both changed their faces, as if the kindness just now was just an illusion.

"I knew you were here," Han Qiong said in a disdainful tone, "Don't you worry?" ”

"Yes," Xu Wenrui was not angry, and sat on the edge of the bed expressionlessly, "Just came back from him?" ”

"No way, you and your father both need me equally."

"Disgusting," Xu Wenrui sneered, "Don't compare me to him." ”

Han Qiong turned a deaf ear, walked up to him with a whisk of dust, and glanced at the lifeless man lying on the bed, "If you have a soul, you are also handsome." ”

"It's useless to say this," Xu Wenrui also looked at the man, "He doesn't have it now." ”

"Come by yourself," Han Qiong took out the pitch-black knife from his sleeve and threw it to Xu Wenrui, who caught it.

"When have I ever bothered you?" Xu Wenrui took it in his hand and shook it twice, "The thought of his resentment here makes me sick." ”

With that, his right hand held the hilt of the knife, and his left hand reached above the man's face, and without hesitation, he made a bloody mark with the knife, and the blood dripped down and moistened the man's pale and dry lips.

After a while, the man's face seemed to be a little more bloody, and the sound of breathing gradually became clearer, but his body still exuded a heavy dead air. Xu Wenrui withdrew his wrist, and there was a faint black gas on a blood mark on it, and when the black gas dissipated, the scar also healed as before. He didn't seem to feel pain, and he didn't frown from beginning to end.

"I'm not afraid of pain," Han Qiong took the knife, and the few drops of blood on the blade seemed to be absorbed by the knife and turned invisible.

Xu Wenrui sneered, "From childhood to adulthood, the last thing I am afraid of is pain!" ”