Moment. Hana Ye Shun spoke first. "The subordinates do it first. The prince heals his wounds! Someone has already been sent to look for Lang Zhong. But I don't know when I'll come. The prince was seriously injured. It's better to stop the bleeding first. ”

Flowey nodded. "I don't have to worry about you doing things."

The flower also snorted. He beckoned the shopkeeper and the servant who came to the teahouse, and asked for clean cloth and water, and some can. Just this wound thing.

"Prince, bear with me." Mosaba said worriedly.

Flowey nodded. "I'm fine. Here you go! I can hold on. ”

Come to think of it. Beat the toxins brought out of the mother's womb. He has been tormented a lot over the years. Whether it's concurrency or remediation. None of them were tormenting him. It's just a small window. For him, since it is nothing.

Lately, nightmares have been riddled with nightmares.

The half-dim, half-dark alleys, with a thick fog, shrouded the half-toppled houses, sucking the spirits of passers-by, turning them into walking corpses, and the withered branches were black and oppressive, with a sharp noise, and if anyone fell, they rushed forward and pecked at their shells.

Behind the half-hidden wooden doors, there were swearing insults and reprimands, mournful weeping, mixed with the dull sound of whipping, the same behind every door.

It was a face, a dirty face, with messy hair, unclothed, and only a pair of dark eyes, which were quite translucent and clear, which made people unforgettable.

Bang, bang.

The heavy planks slammed down on the exposed skin, and the old scars bloomed into new ones, blue and purple, and finally black and purple.

Those dark eyes, with the sound of wooden planks, changed, and the previous clarity faded away, turning into a layer of haze, resentful, unwilling and gloomy.

The messy hair covered his forehead, and Fu Yan wanted to take a closer look.

Suddenly, the face raised its head violently, and its fierce face was revealed, glaring at him with those vicious eyes, with monstrous hatred.

Fu Yan was startled, and sat down on the ground, his blood clotted, his body stiffened, and his brain went blank.

Because, that face is his own.

With a frightened cry, Fu Yan woke up suddenly, sat up, and sweated profusely.

For a while, the lights in the room were bright, and the servant who was waiting outside ran in and asked, "Young master, what's wrong?" ”

Fu Yan rubbed his forehead painfully, "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare." ”

Taking a long breath, Fu Yan tried to relieve his uneasy mood, got up and got out of bed, walked to the window, pushed it open to breathe, and the servant on the side hurriedly took a coat to put it on for him.

Fu Yan wrapped his clothes, looked at the moonlight and said, "You go down first, I'll be quiet alone." ”

The servant answered and stepped back.

The moonlight outside was different from the past, bright and yellow, like the buds of a willow tree, which made people a little depressed. Fu Yan looked at the tightness in his chest and was about to leave. Suddenly, lightning flashed and thundered, and in an instant, heavy rain poured down.

Fu Yan didn't notice that he was swept away by some rain. He frowned undeniably and was about to close the window. The back stiffened, the soles of the feet were cold, and the hairs stood on end, and it was the same feeling again.

Someone, watching him......

Under the tree, a vague figure is outlined, obscured by the majestic rain, and it is not real to see.

Fu Yan tried his best to look into the distance, but it was still unclear. I was about to go downstairs to look for it. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the tree, illuminating the bottom of the tree.

Fu Yan saw it clearly......

It was the man in the dream, with a face exactly like his!

Fu Yan's fingers trembled slightly, and his heart rose to his throat, if he had taken precautions in advance, he was afraid that he would have to sit down.

That person also seemed to see Fu Yan, turned around and ran.

Fu Yan subconsciously chased out, braving the rain, chasing in the jungle outside the castle. The rain blurred his vision, and he could only faintly see a figure jumping and running.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Fu Yan let out a low cry, accidentally stepped on a dead branch, and the whole person fell backwards, falling to the ground, splashing muddy water. He rubbed his waist in pain, couldn't stand up, his eyebrows and nose wrinkled together.

Holding his hands on the dirt, he gritted his teeth and struggled to get up. It was dark in front of him, and there was a black shadow flickering, and Fu Yan squinted his eyes and looked over. The figure was standing beside him. Hanging his head, he looked at him faintly.

Time was silent, and the two looked at each other. After a long time, the man finally moved, stretched out his two hands towards Fu Yan, and closed them inward.

Fu Yan grabbed one of them, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "Thank you." ”

The man was stunned, obviously a little unexpected. But he also took advantage of the situation to pull Fu Yan up.

"Hiss......" Fu Yan gasped in pain, his brows tightened, and his whole body tilted towards the man uncontrollably.

The man subconsciously dodged to the side, but was grabbed by Fu Yan and fell crooked on top of the man, "I'm injured, I can't walk, lean on." ”

The man didn't say anything and let Fu Yan lean on. Little by little, move back to the huge castle.

"Young master, young master, aren't you up? Breakfast is ready, why do you sleep again? The maid took the cleaning whisk and gently pushed Fu Yan on the bed.

Fu Yan was sleepy, half-open and half-closed his eyes and asked, "When is it?" ”

"Eight points," along with the preference that the history books have to admit, is the only emperor in history who practiced monogamy.

Since ancient times, emperors have indispensable beauties of three thousand, even if there is the only one person they like, there will be other concubines in the harem, but there is only one exception, that is Ming Xiaozong Zhu Youjiao, there is only one queen Zhang in his life, and there are no other concubines.

How much does Ming Xiaozong like Zhang?

It has been recorded in the history books that Ming Xiaozong was a virtuous monarch who worked hard to govern the country, and after ascending the throne, he removed the eunuchs and traitors, dismissed the useless ministers, appointed the virtuous, and advocated outspoken advice.

Queen Zhang's favor, to the Zhang family brought great glory, father Zhang Luan into the title of Shou Ningbo, soon marquis, posthumously named Chang Guogong, his two younger brothers, also successively marquis, the scenery is infinite.

But the two younger brothers are not fuel-efficient lamps, fish and meat people, rampant and domineering, and do all kinds of evil. The ministers have asked for the Zhang brothers to be held accountable. After the matter was verified, it was only because of Queen Zhang's disagreement that the matter was settled. Even, at that time, there were ministers who impeached the Zhang brothers and were almost convicted.

But there are many beauties, why does Ming Xiaozong only love Zhang?

In addition to Zhang's beauty, I also have a very powerful set of means, which can attract Ming Xiaozong and have a good binding force on it, secondly, Zhang's is not a mediocre person in the political struggle, and he has a certain help to Ming Xiaozong, which can be called a virtuous helper.

Therefore, the woman who spoils the harem alone must not be simple, otherwise after the favor, no one cares, or she needs to be strong and have certain means, so that she can stand out among the three thousand beauties, and let the high-ranking and powerful clean up the harem for herself, and she is the only one in her life.