Mo Lao said what Yue Jianxi had just said: "Needle pricking will speed up the emperor's ......"

"It's not a day or two anyway."

"Your Excellency is ready?"

Lian Yusheng glanced at him coldly: "Just do as you are told." "Where is there so much nonsense, thinking that being his mother's master can be presumptuous?

Mo Lao took out the silver needle and worked on the emperor for half an hour, and the emperor slowly woke up.

His eyes were dull, his sockets were deep, and his face was no longer human.

But he tried to keep his eyes open.

Lian Yusheng asked Mo Lao to go out, and only Lian Yusheng and the emperor were left in the huge dormitory.

"Ayu ......" The emperor looked at him for a long time, as if he recognized him, and his voice was as weak as a mosquito.

Lian Yusheng stood in front of him and looked at him condescendingly: "Your Majesty, when you wake up, it's time to make a legacy." ”

He said and handed him the book in his hand: "Just stamp a handprint." ”

The emperor looked at him as wide as possible: "Ah...... Yu, am I going to die......

"Well, I'll probably live until tomorrow morning."

Lian Yusheng took his finger and pressed a handprint on the book, and then put it away.

The emperor asked, "You...... To whom are you going to give the throne. ”

"Your Majesty, who do you want to give it to?" Lian Yusheng looked at him coldly, and the corners of his mouth rose with a touch of sneer.

"You...... Want to grab the country? ”

"Can't I? The emperor loves me the most, I thought that the emperor wanted to leave it to me. ”

"You...... Your name is not right, and your words are not right...... No way. ”

Lian Yusheng snorted coldly: "Your Majesty, do you know where your saddest thing is, you didn't know until you died that you were relying on one of your enemies." ”

The emperor's eyes finally had some light: "What do you mean?" ”

"The emperor still remembers how I entered the palace when I was seven years old."

"Flier said that my illness needs to be compensated by the blood of my relatives......"

So back then, all the royal disciples who were related to the emperor by blood were called to the palace.

After testing, Flier chose Lian Yusheng...... Only his blood can stabilize the emperor's condition.

As long as the blood energy is continuous, although the emperor's illness cannot be cured, it will not recur.

Over the years, Lian Yusheng has supported the emperor with his blood.

Once he was severely anemic, he had to replenish it with his own blood.

The world only saw that he was favored by the emperor, but they didn't know that this was the price of blood.

"Your Majesty, do you know another layer of my identity?"

The emperor was a little puzzled: "Aren't you the son of King Xuan, what other identities can you have." ”

"You still have the face to mention your father, in order not to expose your illness, in order to keep me by your side, you even attacked him, you are really ruthless."

Lian Yusheng said lightly, as if he was talking about a very sparse and ordinary thing, gossiping with the emperor.

But the emperor's face changed: "You always know? ”

"Huh...... How could I not know, but it doesn't matter to me, King Xuan's life and death are not painful for me. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

Lian Yusheng smiled coldly, and smiled very weirdly: "Because I am not the prince of King Xuan at all." ”

"You are not the prince of King Xuan, how is it possible!" The emperor struggled to sit up.

He was personally raised by his side, watching him grow up, how could he not be the son of King Xuan?

"And who the hell are you?"

"Your Majesty, do you remember who you hated the most in your life?" Lian Yusheng looked at him coldly: "Do you still remember that cold winter, who did you order someone to throw into the two-foot-deep snow and bury him alive?" ”