"Why do you treat your mother like that, why do you want to exterminate the entire Snow Clan?" Murong Zihua's voice was still calm, he shouldn't have asked, just as Zhen Ji told him, he should have killed him without hesitation—but he was not just Murong Zihua, his consciousness and thoughts from 2017, The calm and firm from Fang Muhua told him that he had to understand for Murong Zihua, although he had never admitted it to anyone, and he had not even revealed it in the slightest, but how much Murong Zihua's heart longed, a longing that even Zhen Ji did not dare to confide, he wanted an answer, he wanted to know if his biological father had ever loved him, and loved this life that was destined to be sad before he was born. When he woke up from a midnight dream, when the white light of midsummer was dazzling, when he was instantly lost and lost, even if his heart was as steel and as solid as a rock, he was once a teenager who longed for his father.

Emperor Wei didn't answer, his hand slowly stroked Murong Zihua's wrist holding the knife, he was seriously ill and dying, he didn't expect him to be able to push the knife away, but he seemed to want to draw some strength from the person in front of him, so he tried his best to drag Murong Zihua's arm close to him, even if the blade cut his skin sharply, Emperor Wei didn't care, he showed a faint smile, and said in a low voice: "The Jungle Army, as well as the civil strife in the Wei State, and the poison in the me, are all you and your mother, right?"

"Exactly. ”

"Hua Zixu is also you, isn't it?"

"That's right. ”

"You don't just want to kill me, you also want my country, don't you?"

Murong Zihua paused, and after a moment, he raised the corner of his mouth lightly and spat out: "That should have been mine." ”

"Very well, worthy of my son. Emperor Wei suddenly let go of Murong Zihua, lost his support for a while, he fell heavily on the bright yellow dragon bed, and after his chest rose and fell violently a few times, Murong Zihua's blade immediately pressed against his neck: "Answer my question, or, send you to the West Heaven immediately." ”

"Huh...... You want my country, but what are you going to do? Just as I destroyed the Snow Clan, are you going to destroy the Great Wei? You, when you walk to that crazy throne, you will understand why I want to destroy the Snow Clan, a hermit with such mysterious and terrifying powers, but your mother alone can make me leap from a prince with no chance of winning to a crown prince! How dare I, how dare I let such a family live in peace near the Great Wei? If a Snow Clan woman runs out again, in case there are a few more people in the royal family who plot to take the throne- ”

"You're the only one plotting for the throne!"

"As a prince, if you don't have a little ambition and ambition, how can you be worthy of this royal blood!"

"What about my mother! Mother is innocent? She loves you so much! She has a deep affection for you, and has never thought of betraying you and leaving you, but you have repeatedly deceived her, exterminated her whole clan, made her a sinner of the whole clan, and robbed her of her ability to perform magic, which is the sign of her as a member of the Snow Clan! Wen Chengxian, where is your conscience?

"Conscience?" Emperor Wei's eyes flashed with a strange light, he didn't remember Zhen Ji's face very well, or he was willing to take the Yang family as Zhen Ji, he was afraid to think of the birthday banquet that year, Zhen Ji's resolute gaze, she sang the tragic death song, word by word, sad voice, like someone slapped him vigorously at once, slapping such a supreme emperor. Emperor Wei muttered twice, his hands seemed to be groping aimlessly on the bed, his eyes looked at the heavy curtains on the top, and he sneered and said: "Son, under the imperial power, there is only obedience, no conscience!

Murong Zihua's blood gradually cooled, this person, this person in front of him, as his mother said, he was so indifferent and ruthless, he only had imperial power and his own selfish desires in his eyes, and he didn't have the slightest affection for his own son who should have been full of guilt, even though Murong Zihua had said to himself countless times, maybe, maybe he really had some last resort, maybe he would have a little bit of love for me, and a trace of nostalgia and guilt for his mother- All of this was disillusioned at this moment, he slowly turned his head, and said lightly to Yao Jin under the steps: "You don't have to worry about the guilt I will have for killing him, and you don't have to worry about what kind of charge I will bear for killing my father when I become the emperor of this Wei State, this person, this bloodline, is not worth it in the first place!"

Before he finished speaking, Murong Zihua didn't turn his head, he had suddenly raised the short knife, and then fell down fiercely, Yao Jin exclaimed, and immediately strode up, only to see a flash of cold light, with Yao Jin's exclamation, only to hear a "bang", the dragon bed suddenly opened like a door, and Emperor Wei fell under the bed with a smug smile!

"What should I do!" Yao Jin's palms seemed to be greasy with cold sweat, she subconsciously turned her head to look at the door of the dormitory, and before her eyes could touch it, a long arrow flew over with a "whoosh", straight to the dragon couch, and straight to Yao Jin.

"Ahh At this moment, the door of the dormitory was also rushed open, and a group of forbidden soldiers rushed in, led by a fierce god, pointing at him and shouting: "Bold assassin, dare to pretend to be a witch to assassinate the emperor, where to escape!"

"Nonsense, if you don't run away, you will die, idiot!" Yao Jin scolded while desperately following Murong Zihua towards the passage behind the palace.

"What about your people, don't you have a lot of guilt in the Evergreen Palace!Why don't you come to save us!" Yao Jin ran so much that he didn't know what he had been pierced, and his bare feet didn't know what he had been pierced, he only felt that every step was a heart-piercing pain, and when he turned around by chance, he was already frightened when he saw a bunch of forbidden soldiers, and then looked at the row of bloody footprints he left behind, and couldn't help but secretly complain. And Murong Zihua seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and he also saw Yao Jin's bloody footprints, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he knocked her on her back.

Pay attention, it is a horizontal back, although Murong Zihua's posture is extremely cool, Yao Jin is as aggrieved as a sack, she sees the figures of the forbidden army all around, shouting one after another, her heart is miserable, it is rare to fight for righteousness, but to take a small life, it is really not worth it!

"Don't move, or I won't save you if you are pierced into a hedgehog by the arrows of the forbidden army!"

"You carry me like a sack on your shoulder, don't you expect me to be a human cushion for you to block arrows!" Yao Jin saw that he seemed to be running more and more wrong way, and couldn't help but get anxious, "You put me down! I'll run by myself!"

Murong Zihua ignored her, he had to jump up and down and run vertically and widely with Yao Jin on his back, and he had to guard against the long arrows of the Praetorian Guard, which was already quite difficult, seeing that there was a Jingya palace in front of him, he stepped on a rockery next to him, and the person jumped into the palace wall.

"Murong San, you're crazy! You ran into the Prince's East Palace, are you not dead fast enough!"

"If you don't want to die, shut up!"