The night is hazy, the moon is hazy, and the drowsiness is hazy.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Li Chun seemed to feel that his body was slowly becoming lighter, lighter, and slowly floating. Li Chun, who was floating in the air, stopped and looked at his other self sleeping on the dragon bed with a cold gaze.

In a trance, Li Chun seemed to be in another time, another space, which was the Xianning Hall of Xingqing Palace fifteen years ago. The person tossing and turning on the dragon bed does not seem to be Li Chun, but Li Chun's father, the Emperor Li Xu. However, it seems that something is wrong, in my memory, the sky should be drifting with cold rain, but what Li Chun saw was only a desolate waning moon hanging over. There doesn't seem to be much difference between the cold rain and the waning moon, Li Chun looked at the old father of Long Zhong on the hospital bed, and a trace of remorse, a trace of apology, and a trace of helplessness swelled in his heart.

"Father, I'm sorry! Back then, I was also forced to do so! Li Chun's lips trembled, and he said in a snort.

The patient on the imperial couch who was about to die seemed to not be able to hear Li Chun's confession, and a pair of eyes that had lost their brilliance stared at the flickering candlelight. Outside the window, the curtain hung low, covering everything outside, as well as the bone-chilling wind and the bleak moonlight, and the patient who had not had much time could no longer withstand the slightest dampness and cold.

The last candlelight, after a futile struggle, finally fell silent. Darkness reigned over the quiet Xianning Hall of Xingqing Palace, as if the whole world had fallen into the boundless night.

In the boundless night, the sound of footsteps suddenly came, breaking the silence of the night. The footsteps are sometimes muddy, as if from a distant horizon; Sometimes it's crisp, as if it's right in your ears.

The patient on the couch seemed to feel some kind of danger, and was approaching step by step, and was using his last strength to sound the trombone, and the sound as thin as a gossamer swirled and dissipated in the huge Xianning Palace, and finally calmed down, only the footsteps of the Lu Lu were still approaching unhurriedly.

In the distance, there were faint cries of night owls.

In Eastern mythology, the owl symbolizes sin, the sin of killing parents, and the sin of killing kings. In order to maximize his own interests, he can kill his father and eat his mother; How can this not be the case with people? The merchants of Chu are like this, Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty is like this, Mao Dun of the Xiongnu is like this, An Qingxu is like this, Shi Chaoyi is like this, and Lu Longjiedu is the same as Liu Zong, tonight, the story of killing the father and the king will be quietly staged again.

The low-hanging curtain was quietly lifted in a corner, and a dark shadow slid in like a fish. He walked cautiously, step by step to the patient's bed, stood quietly, and slowly raised his hands.

A cold light flashed, piercing the night.

"Dagger, that guy has a dagger in his hand! Sharp daggers! He's going to kill my father! Li Chun's heart was pounding, and after a while, he suddenly remembered that that person was doing his own will.

"Tutu Chengxuan, Tutu Chengxuan, that person is Tutu Chenghuang!" Fifteen years ago, Li Chun didn't have the courage to face the death of his father, could it be that today, he can watch his father being spit out and inherited, no, he should be killed by himself!

"No, don't!" Li Chun wanted to shout loudly, but he couldn't make any sound, as if his mouth had been blocked by something; Li Chun wanted to stride forward and stop this crime, but found that his hands and feet could not move, as if he had been choked. With tears in his eyes, he watched as the man stabbed him hard.

The sharp pain of the blade piercing the skin hit his whole body, and Li Chunmeng opened his eyes fiercely, only to see a hideous face and a bloody dagger. Others, nothing, no another self floating in mid-air, no another time, no another space. The black shadow that appeared in front of him was not his favorite Tutu Chengxuan, but another eunuch, Chen Hongzhi, who was always servant; It was not his father who tossed and turned on the couch, but himself.

At the moment when the blood was splashing, Li Chun seemed to be a little confused, and he didn't even know what was going on, a dream, a not very exciting, and even a vague dream broke in out of time: a group of people, the leader seemed to be Li Chun, and it didn't seem to be; Among them, there seems to be Tutu Chengguang, and there seems to be none; Others, Li Chun seems to be very familiar, and it seems to be very strange. Who knows, anyway, there is such a group of people, going to the mountains together. What mountain? It is vaguely Mount Tai, maybe Songshan, or maybe Huashan, or even Huangshan, in short, it is a very, very famous mountain. A group of people walked to the mountainside and suddenly found a giant python, a giant python that was seriously ill and unable to move.

"Lunch! Free lunch! The crowd got excited and began to talk about how to kill the hapless python and enjoy a delicious snake soup.

"Perhaps, it was a dragon, a dragon in distress." A timid voice rang out, trying to stop the unnecessary killing. Soon, however, his voice was drowned out in a sea of cynicism. Unable to stop the killing, the man couldn't bear to see the tragic state of the giant python disemboweled, and silently turned away.

A group of people finally killed the python and made a pot of fragrant snake soup. But the delicacy had just entered the stomach, and before it could be digested, one of them was alarmed to find that the sky was clear a few minutes ago, but now it was black clouds, and there was a faint rumbling thunder in the distance.

"We killed a dragon! Now, retribution has come! The man fled in panic, shouting and fleeing, and the others, who seemed to be infected, also panicked and scattered. But the rumbling thunder refused to let them go, chasing them one by one, chopping them to death, and then, it was still a clear sky.

This dream, which doesn't seem very auspicious, has broken into Li Chun's sleep more than once. All this time, Li Chun has not mentioned it to anyone, not even Tutu Chengxuan. In Li Chun's mind, the giant python that was innocently killed was his father, the Emperor Li Yu. Now, he suddenly realized that it symbolized not only his father, but also himself, a dragon about to be killed!

"Perhaps, I should have thought of today's ending, when I decided to kill my father, I had already killed myself. However", Li Chun raised his head with difficulty, looked at Chen Hongzhi with a hideous face, and said word by word: "You will be punished!" After speaking, Li Chun collapsed on the bed and no longer breathed.

This is the last holy decree in Li Chun's life, and it is an oracle, but it is still valid, because he is the emperor!