Chapter Twenty-Five: The Ruthless Killing of the Father

"Call me what? I don't seem to hear clearly. At this moment, Shangguan Yuntian's heart blossomed, and he deliberately teased.

"Xianggong~" After finishing speaking, this person only felt that his face was a little hot.

"Qinghan, actually, I want to hear you call my name more." Shangguan Yuntian took people's hands and said with affection.

"Cloudy sky."

Listening to this gentle call, Shangguan Yuntian's heart was about to melt. "Qinghan, it's enough to have you in this life."

"Me too." Mu Qinghan responded with a smile in his eyes.

Looking at the person's salivating red lips, Shangguan Yuntian felt his heartbeat gradually quickening, and couldn't help but lean over and kiss it.

At this moment, the two kissed each other affectionately.

After a while, there was an ambiguous smell in the air.

Inside the prison, Tanglin Aotian inexplicably felt a pain in his abdomen.

What's going on? Could it be that there is a problem with tonight's meal? He was half-crouched on the ground, sweating profusely from his forehead. "Someone! Someone! ”

"What people!" Outside the cell, the jailer suddenly shouted.

At this moment, two men in black broke in.

Within a few moments, the jailers fell to the ground and died.

Listening to the sound of footsteps gradually approaching, Tanglin Aotian raised his eyes, and a trace of panic flashed in his expression. "You...... Who are you? What do you want to do? ”

How so? I can't use spiritual power! At this moment, he was even more frightened.

A man sneered, and a hint of murderous intent appeared in his eyes. "You don't need to know who we are, you just need to know that we are here to take your life."

What the! Hearing this, Tanglin Aotian's eyes widened, and his heart was stunned for a while.

At the same time, the man in black pierced his chest with a sword.

"Please, don't kill me, I can promise you on any terms." Tanglin Aotian fell to the ground, his face was pale, and his tone was weak and pleading.

The man in black did not respond, his expression was very indifferent. I saw him raise his hand and turn it, and saw that Tanglin Aotian immediately tilted his neck, made a "click" sound, and lost his breath in an instant.

At this time, the man in black snorted coldly, and then threw a token with the word "ghost" on it to the ground.

In the Taihe Palace, Donglin Qiancang had a solemn face. "National teacher, how is the woman's identity investigated?"

............

"What! She is actually the daughter of the Sect Master of the Nether Sect! Tanglin Qiancang was shocked when he heard this.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps outside the hall.

"Your Majesty, the minister has something important to report!"

"Come in~"

"Your Majesty, the ministers inspected tonight and found ...... Found His Royal Highness the Crown Prince...... He was assassinated in the prison. ”

"What! Tian'er, he ......" Tanglin Aotian stood up instantly, trembling all over, and his expression was very sad.

"Who is the murderer? I'm going to cut it with a thousand cuts! He clapped the armrest of the chair vigorously.

"The ministers are incompetent, please forgive the emperor. This is a token that the minister found in the prison. ”

"You......" Tanglin Qiancang's pupils dilated, and he was so angry that he fainted.

"Your Majesty!" In the hall, everyone exclaimed.

............

"Imperial Doctor Zhang, how is my father?" Tanglin Moqian hurriedly stepped forward and said in a hurry.

"Go back to Your Royal Highness, look at the emperor like this, I'm afraid it's ...... I'm afraid I'm going to have a stroke. ”

"Stroke! How...... How so? Tanglin Moqian took two steps back, looking incredulous.

"What! The eldest brother died...... He's dead! Tanglin Aoxue sat slumped on the bed, her eyes full of sadness.

Seven days later, Tanglin Moqian ascended the throne.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" In the Taihe Palace, the ministers all bowed down.

"All the ministers are flat!" Tanglin Moqian flicked his hand and said with a majestic face.

"Your Majesty."

At night, Tanglin Moqian, who was wearing a dragon robe, came to a certain room.

The Tanglin Qiancang on the bed had blank eyes, the corners of his mouth were crooked, and saliva slipped down from time to time. "Heavenly ...... Tian'er~"

Hearing this faint shout, Tanglin Moqian was stunned for a moment. "What, is my father still thinking about the eldest brother?" He hooked his lips and sneered.

Tanglin Qiancang glanced at the visitor, and a trace of disgust flashed in his expression.

"It seems that the last person my father wants to see is his son. It's a pity that my father couldn't see the appearance of the eldest brother begging for mercy before he died. Tanglin Moqian came to the side of the bed and showed a gloomy smile.

"Yes...... It's you! Tanglin Qiancang trembled and moved his fingers, glaring angrily. At the same time, his saliva flowed again.

He had always thought that it was the revenge of the Netherworld Sect, but he never thought that it was actually the elaborate design of Tanglin Moqian.

"Father, don't get excited, look at you now, where do you still look like a Ninety-Five Supreme?" As he spoke, he gently wiped the saliva from the person's mouth with the quilt.

"Oh yes, do you know why your stroke is getting worse? That's because Erchen added something to your decoction. Tanglin Moqian raised his eyebrows, and Yun smiled lightly.

"Livestock...... Brute! The corners of Donglin Qiancang's mouth twitched, and he kept shaking.

"Huh, brute? Father, you forced me to do all this. Tanglin Moqian said with a cold gaze.

"Father, do you remember the mother of your son?"

Tanglin Qiancang thought about it for a while, and the dusty memory was opened again.

"Every rainy night, Erchen always thinks of the desperate look of the concubine before she died. Why, why don't you trust her? Do you know how much your sons hate you? Tanglin Moqian gritted his teeth and said.

"After that night, you never looked at your son again, only the eldest brother in your eyes. What is he like to be a son? The most hateful thing is that you actually broke up Erchen and Lian'er alive and gave her to the eldest brother. If it weren't for this, Lian'er would not have been forced to death by the eldest emperor's brother. As he spoke, Tanglin Moqian's eyes were filled with tears, and he was very sad.

"It's you, it's all your fault!" Suddenly, Tanglin Moqian grabbed the person's neck, and his eyes were bloodshot.

In an instant, Tanglin Qiancang had difficulty breathing, and his face was distorted.

"Father, you can go to the mother and concubine of your son and Lian'er to confess." Tanglin Moqian smiled fiercely, and couldn't help but increase the strength in his hand.

I saw Donglin Qiancang kicking his legs, struggling a few times, and then he died.

"Father, it's easy to go~" seemed to be stained with a little saliva, and Tanglin Moqian's hand wiped it on the quilt.

At this moment, under the window, Tanglin Aoxue's face turned pale, and she covered her mouth with both hands, and her tears couldn't stop falling.

In a dark, damp room, a man with his hair scattered, his hands and feet chained.

"Why? As a teacher, I think I treat you well, why do you torture you like this? The national teacher glared at the man in front of him viciously and asked. And with the shaking of his body, the chain made a few crisp sounds.

"Humph! Treat me to me? You're just ashamed of me. If it weren't for you, how could my mother have died? Tanglin Moqian sneered, his tone was very cold, and his expression was full of hatred.

"You...... How would you know? The national teacher's eyes widened, he was very surprised, and his momentum weakened instantly.

"Huh! I don't know? Tanglin Moqian smiled disdainfully.

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