The last quarter moon on the twenty-seventh day of the first month of the fifteenth year of Yuanhe was so innocent, so bleak and so helpless. Because, it not only witnessed the death of Tutu Chengxuan, but also the death of Li Chun, the son of the Tang Dynasty, and this is not over, it will also witness the death of another Tianhuang nobleman. Of course, also by murder!

He was an innocent man, very innocent. The innocent were born in the emperor's house, the innocent were involved in the dispute between the crown princes, the innocent became the tools of the powerful game, and finally, the innocent died. He is Li Chun's second son, Li Kuan, the king of Li.

The invincible Lieutenant Tutu Chengxuan of the Left Army of the Shence Army died, and the supreme Tang Dynasty Emperor Li Chun also died, and overnight, the two most powerful people in Chang'an passed away one after another, and the plan went smoothly, and Liang Shouqian was very proud. Now, Li Yu's road to the throne is very smooth, very flat, no, it should be said, there is still a stone, a stone that does not rest much. However, as long as it is a stone, it is possible to put his feet on hold, and Liang Shouqian, who is about to succeed in the conspiracy, does not want to put on Li Yu's delicate little feet. Therefore, as long as it is a stone, whether it is a foot or not, the best thing to do is to kick it away. There was still some time before dawn, and there was still no time to kick away the stone that was not too much of an obstacle, looking at the quiet Sixteen Mansions in the night, a sinister smile appeared on Liang Shouqian's face.

The night was as cold as water, and the cold knock on the door shattered the last dream in the life of Li Kuan, the king of Li. Li Kuan, who was drowsy, was completely unaware of the danger that was approaching step by step, turned over in a daze, and muttered, ready to continue his unfinished dream. In his opinion, the knock on the door may come from next door, or because of a mistake, in short, it has nothing to do with him. However, the sound of footsteps disturbed his dream again, and this time, he didn't wonder for long, for the door, the door of his bedroom, had been slammed open.

Several ghostly men in black stood in front of Li Kuan, holding bright steel knives in their hands. There was no need to see their veiled faces clearly, the eyes that radiated a sinister light, and the sharp blades in their hands spoke for themselves.

"Kill!" Li Kuan's mind suddenly had a way of dying in the sky. Yes, "Punishment"! Kill each other with a blade hidden in the golden house! Obviously, "slashing" is an abnormal way of death, an unclear way of death, a way of death that makes people suspicious, and at the same time, it is also a way of death that makes people think about it. Of course, this kind of unclear and silent "punishment" is a unique way of death for the nobles of Tianhuang, and the common people are not blessed. It seems that the aristocracy has its own sorrow and helplessness of the aristocracy, and the commoners also have the happiness and joy of the commoners.

In this way, Li Kuan, the dragon son and grandson of the Tang Empire, was like a miserable soul, passing away quietly under the cold moonlight.

The rain, the cold rain of fifteen years ago, as if it had not yet been finished, came again to this bleak night. In the swishing wind and rain, there was a terrible and desolate cry: Li Chun is dead!