Time passed quietly, and before I knew it, it had entered the wax moon, and the capital ushered in a heavy snowfall.

The flying snow covered the entire capital, covered in silver, the cold wind was steep, and the eyes were white.

In this white palace wall, two thousand elite soldiers were caught by the Praetorian Guards because they forced the palace, and they knelt neatly outside the new palace in rows.

There was also a person kneeling in front of the elite soldiers.

The man's armor was majestic, but the armor was cut by sharp blades in many places, and he looked a little embarrassed.

The snow fell one after another, and the snowflakes swirled and swayed in the air, dancing, and finally melted into the trampled snow and disappeared.

The kneeling elite soldiers all had a thick layer of snow on their bodies, which showed how long they had been kneeling.

The man at the head also fell a thick layer on his body, and a few pieces fell on the man's good-looking curly eyelashes, and his face became more and more pale.

He looked a little depressed, and his eyes looked obsessively at the solemn and solemn golden silk nanmu red lacquer door of the new palace.

The dragon golden chair inside that door is the dream of many princes.

And now, his dream is completely shattered.

The handsome facial features suddenly became a little cloudy, and there was still a hint of anger in the narrow eyes.

He hates, he resents, he is unwilling.

Finally, the slightly shrill voice of the eunuch slowly came from the palace, and the man was announced.

Half an hour later.

There was the emperor's roar and the sound of things falling to the ground and shattering in the new palace, and then the man was rudely escorted out, and the unwillingness in the corners of his eyes only increased rather than decreased, and he did not repent at all.

The escorting guard showed no mercy and dragged the man to the prison like a sack.

The solemn door closed again, cutting off the disappointment and grief of the elderly emperor in the room.

King Rui also took the opportunity to resign.

A eunuch was busy holding up an umbrella for His Highness, courteous and flattering.

He walked up to the man's side, his face was calm, and his voice was indifferent and warm, "Third brother, you lost." ”

The man who was escorted was none other than the most favored third prince in the past, King Liang.

King Liang's eyes were red, and when he saw King Rui, he seemed to see an enemy who did not share the same clothes, and he broke free from the shackles of the guards and threw himself at King Rui.

There were still three feet to go, and he was kicked out with the wind.

His body hit the palace wall like a broken dead branch, and then fell.

The thick layer of snow suddenly had a pit, and the snowflakes around it splashed, and occasionally a few splashed on the purple gilt robe of King Rui.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, scattered on the white snow, and turned into plum blossoms of different sizes.

He took a sip and said angrily: "Zhao Jingxiu, you despicable person, you knew from the beginning that my plan was right. ”

"You deliberately didn't move, laid a trap in the palace, and just waited for me to jump in, right?"

Holding the snow under him tightly with both hands, his voice was gloomy, "I didn't expect you to be able to convince Tang Heng's old puppet to rebel, if it weren't for his rebellion, you would never have won so easily, let me tell you, this king lost in carelessness, lost in the unclear understanding of people, and definitely not lost in the hands of people like you." ”

Although King Liang was demoted to a concubine, the power that had been quietly accumulated underground for many years had not yet collapsed.

He gathered a group of subordinates who swore to follow him, and then wooed Tang Heng to plot a rebellion against the palace together, thinking that the plan would be seamless.

I never thought that everything was under the control of this lowly son

He may admit to whoever he loses, and he is especially unwilling to lose to King Rui alone.

The son of a mere lowly maid, how can he be virtuous, and he is above him.

Until now, his tone was still full of disdain for King Rui.

From beginning to end, he looked down on King Rui's origin.

King Rui's biological mother is a miscellaneous servant girl on the periphery, a slave, and the most undignified slave.

Not even a third-class palace maid.

If it weren't for the drunken pampering of the old emperor, maybe that woman would have been a slave who could be executed and sent at will all her life.

What qualifications does the son of such a lowly maid have to call him the third brother?

He felt that this kind of origin was a disgrace to the royal family.

From the beginning, a good sense of superiority made him never take King Rui in his eyes.

Wanton humiliation, lingering to come, calling to go, he is used to Zhao Jingxiu in front of him like a dog that can't bark, silently bearing his anger.

He said in a cold tone, cursed with hatred, and said: "The son of a lowly is a lowly one, and even the means used are despicable and shameful, don't think that you win everything if you win this game, I tell you, the heart of the father is the most unpredictable, you may not be the final winner, this king is waiting for you on the way to exile, waiting for you and me to end together!" ”

The struggle for the throne has always been the most brutal, regardless of the means, only winning or losing.

King Rui raised his eyes, his eyes were cold, "It's a pity that you were defeated at the hands of a lowly son like me after all." What is the future, the third brother doesn't need to worry, it's better to take care of himself and go on the road with peace of mind. ”

"What do you have to be proud of, Zhao Jingxiu." He was a little crazy by King Rui's indifference just now, "Even if you win, you can't erase the past when you lingered under this king's hand and flattered and flattered in the past." ”

"Zhao Jingxiu, do you remember the lotus pond banquet, how you begged me for mercy that time......

He laughed and brought up the past, as if it would save a shred of dignity.

King Rui glanced at him lightly, but did not answer, his cold eyes revealed disdain and disdain, as if looking at ants.

An ant at the end of the road, not even surviving......

The current King of Liang is an existence that he can pinch to death at will, and he disdains to say more to him.

Angered by his staring eyes, King Liang wanted to rush over again.

The escorted Praetorian Guards came over and pressed King Liang with great discernment, took a sweat towel from his waist at random and blocked King Liang's mouth, and said in fear: "The slave should die, damn, he didn't take care of the prisoner and rushed to give the order." ”

"It's okay, pull it down, and entertain His Royal Highness the former King Liang."

"Yes, yes, the minions are gone." The Praetorian Guards comprehended, nodded hurriedly, turned around and slapped King Liang, who was still whimpering, and said viciously: "Don't go quickly, you will feel good when you get to the prison." ”

The unknown sweat towel in King Liang's mouth didn't know how long the Praetorian Guards hadn't washed it, and the smell filled his mouth and nose, making him almost nauseous.

He unwillingly stepped on the snow a few times, glared at King Rui a few times, and was dragged away by the Praetorian Guards.

The most favored prince in the past, the last blow, defeated!

Becoming a king and being imprisoned is his final fate.

King Rui looked at his departing back, his eyes were deep, and he opened his lips for a long time, "Go home." ”

Sui Feng took the umbrella in the eunuch's hand and followed closely.

The rows of guards and eunuchs behind him hurriedly saluted and sent His Royal Highness out of the palace.

The snow was still flying lightly, and soon a layer of white fell on the umbrella.