"The reason why the faint king is faint is because he was bewitched by the demon girl." Bi Xiao was meaningful, and continued after a moment of silence, "After that, the prince and the king of Qinglian formed a bond, and the king of Qinglian said bad things about the prince in the ear of the first emperor from time to time, if it weren't for the fact that the prince was highly respected by the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty, I am afraid that he would have been poisoned long ago." Later, Brother Wen was ordered to investigate the corruption case of the county guard, and found that the source was related to the Qinglian King, and on the night of the report to the emperor, Brother Wen was invited to the mansion by an official to drink tea, but when he was sent back the next day, Brother Wen ......"

Bi Xiao whimpered suddenly, his eyes were red, and he paused for a long time before taking a deep breath and continuing: "Brother Wen's eyes were gouged out, his throat was poisoned and dumb, his finger bones and patella were broken, and when I went to see him, he was only left breathing...... Later, the prince begged the best doctor to save Brother Wen, and although his life was saved, he could no longer look, speak, or walk on the ground......"

The words fell silent.

She finally understood why Wen Moqing hated the Qinglian King so much, at that time she saw the hatred in his eyes like a flame and cold condensation, but she never thought that there was such a sad past hidden after his coldness. The hatred of killing the mother, the hatred of killing the brother, and it is such a tragic means...... If she were to be her, I am afraid that she would rush forward to take revenge desperately at the first sight of the enemy.

Hearing the dark past, Yan Liwu couldn't help but feel a little hatred for King Qinglian, and finally calmed down and was stunned by Bi Xiao's reaction - after saying those words, Bi Xiao didn't continue, but buried his head in his palm and kept crying, there was no sound, just silently dripping tears like that, his thin shoulders trembled slightly, looking pitiful.

"You...... Like a warm and inky big brother? Yan Li's worry was half temptation and half emotion, in fact, she didn't need to ask at all, she could see the intense pain in Bi Xiao's eyes when she talked about Brother Wen Moqing, and she felt the sadness with her.

Bi Xiao didn't answer, after crying for a while, she raised her head to wipe away the tears on her face, and her crisp voice was a little hoarse: "It's good that you know these things, don't mention them in front of my senior brother - I am willing to tell you this because I believe that you are not the King of Qinglian, and I don't want you to even know why you are hated, and you have become a ghost for the dead." ”

"Thank you."

Aside from these two words, I really can't find anything else to say.

Waiting on the side of the road in the desolate mountain for a full hour, the sky was already getting dark when the dilapidated carriage came, Wen Moqing parked the car and jumped off the horse, and suddenly stared at Bi Xiao and frowned slightly: "Crying? ”

"It's nothing, the wind and sand are too big to dazzle. Let's hit the road, it's not early. Bi Xiao barely squeezed out a smile, rubbed her eyes that were still red, and lowered her head weakly and took the lead in getting into the carriage.

Wen Moqing's gaze always followed Bi Xiao's back, frowning tightly and almost twisting into a ball when Yan Liwu passed in front of him, stretched out his arm, and suddenly dragged Yan Liwu to his side: "What tricks are you playing?" What did you tell her? ”

"I didn't say anything, just listen to her story." Yan Liwu shook off the shackles of Wen Moqing and took a half step back, raised his eyes to the pair of cold eyes, and said in a low voice unexpectedly, "I am not the Qinglian King, the person you hate should not be me." ”

Wen Moqing stood still, and after a while, she put on a hat to cover her face, and her casual tone when she turned around was lighter than the evening sunset.

"If there is anyone or anything that can prove that you are the Qinglian King, I will not hesitate to kill you with my own hands."

In view of the bad record of escaping from Yan Liwu, Wen Moqing was extremely strict this time, eating the same case and sleeping in the same room, and was mistaken for a couple by the inn junior several times, and only the three of them understood the relationship.

A few days later, the magnificent walls of the imperial capital were visible.

The proximity to the imperial capital made Yan Liwei a little uneasy, she didn't know what was waiting for her in front of her, death or painful punishment would always not be a good thing. Looking at the scenery flying by outside the car window, Yan Liwu suddenly remembered what Chu Ci said to her when she fled the imperial capital before, and suddenly sighed with emotion-

Whether she wants to return to the imperial capital again, whether she will continue to be regarded as the king of Qinglian and bear the blame and be scolded by the people of the world, anything is not something she can decide independently, she can only drift around with her fate, forced to accept whatever is about to happen.

"Will I be sentenced to death?" When Wen Moqing was not around, Yan Liwu cautiously asked Bi Xiao.

"It's still unpredictable, whether it's killing or punishing, it depends on the emperor's attitude." After answering the question ambiguously, Bi Xiao inexplicably gave birth to a glimmer of expectation, hoping that the new emperor of Yuanguo would be able to open up and at least leave a message for his life.

Bi Xiao didn't dare to tell Wen Moqing about this strange idea, but he was much closer to Yan Liwu in tone and attitude, and he didn't seem to treat a heinous prisoner like he treated.

"I can't tell why, I just don't think you are like the Qinglian King. Senior brother said that the Qinglian King is very arrogant and invincible, and if you think about the evil deeds she has done, you can guess that she is not an easy person to deal with, but I don't think you look like a madman who can kill people ruthlessly at all, even the proprietress of the drunken Fengxue Moon Building thinks so. The night before entering the imperial capital, Bi Xiao honestly confessed the distress in his heart, and left a beautiful and gentle smile for Yan Liwu, "I will try my best to help you say some good things to the senior brothers, if you can, I hope you can live." ”

Soon after Bi Xiao left, Wen Moqing returned to the inn room, stared at her eyes for another moment, and then lay down on the bed with her hands on her pillow.

"Even if you can bear it, you will let Bi Xiao speak for you willingly after only knowing each other for a few days, but don't expect too much, you still can't escape the sin that should be repaid."

Yan Liwu was accustomed to pouring cold water on Wen Moqing from time to time, glanced at him, and automatically walked to the table and sat down: "You have no evidence to prove that I am the King of Qinglian, why do you want me to bear the responsibility?" The proprietress and the girl spoke for me because they believed me, not because they were blinded by hatred like you, and they didn't distinguish between truth and falsehood, and they only thought about how to get revenge. ”

"It's true that there is no evidence that you are the Qinglian King, but there is no evidence to prove that you are not?" Wen Moqing closed his eyes and was lazy, and the slight curvature of his lips was not just a smile or a sneer, "You suddenly appeared in Qinglian Palace, wearing the clothes of the Qinglian King's stand-in, and your appearance is almost exactly the same as the Qinglian King, no matter how you look at it, the suspicion is greater than the credibility, I was very merciful when I let you live." ”

This is indeed the case, but Yan Li is still not convinced: "I don't discuss the authenticity of my identity with you, I just want to ask, what if you find out that you have made the wrong person after killing me?" From your son to the emperor, aren't you afraid of the world's jokes? Indiscriminately killing innocents, disregarding human life, and talking about the royal law over and over again, but in fact there is no royal law at all, only you have no basis for random speculation, which is ridiculous. ”

It was already very late, Wen Moqing was sleepy and wanted to rest earlier, but when she heard the accusation, she was a little interested, opened her eyes and half lay on her side, and looked at Yan Liwu with three points of fun and seven points of emotion: "You are indeed not like the Qinglian King - the Qinglian King is smarter than you, at least she won't ask such a stupid question." ”

Yan Li raised his eyebrows: "How do you say it?" ”

Wen Moqing completely got rid of the predicament and turned over and sat up, holding her slightly tilted head on her knees with her palms: "If it is the Qinglian King, she will understand that this matter must be so meaningful without me explaining." You think I'm going to kill you because of hatred? Do you think that the emperor's disposal of King Qinglian is out of virtue? Believe it or not, I can be said to be your savior—Bi Sheng could have killed you that day when you escaped from Qinglian Palace, and if it weren't for my suspicions about your identity, you wouldn't have had a chance to talk to me here. ”

"Saying so much to me just to sell a favor?"

"Worthless things, no point in selling."

"It's just that yours isn't worth anything."

Wen Moqing paused, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Yan Liwu, that glance seemed to be plain but made Yan Liwu uncomfortable, and the hairs on his back stood up.

As the saying goes, it is better to mess with a gentleman than to provoke a villain, in the opinion of Yan Liwu, Wen Moqing's gaze at her has always been gloomy and cunning, and the ghost knows what kind of evil intentions are hidden behind that expressionless face. Rather than being glanced at by him so deeply, Yan Liwu would rather be scolded by Xiao Fengyue, at least he didn't have to worry about being suddenly hit in the back one day.

"Just now you said that the emperor didn't want to deal with King Qinglian out of his own heart, so what is that for? Do it for others to see, so that everyone thinks that he is a good emperor who knows good from evil? In order to reduce Wen Moqing's hatred of himself, Yan Liwu hurriedly dragged the topic back, and specially made a sincere expression and humbly asked for advice.

Wen Moqing waved generously to show that he didn't care about her, patted the soft brocade quilt and sat comfortably, his eyes seemed to inadvertently sweep over Yan Li's worried face, and he cocked his legs leisurely: "People who can get the support of hundreds of officials to ascend to the throne naturally have their own merits." The emperor showed a virtuous side when he was the prince, so he was named King Guangxian by the first emperor, and announcing that the disposal of King Qinglian was just one of his many respected actions, and it was not a deliberate attempt to win people's hearts. The reason why we were found to help find out the 'missing' Qinglian King was for something more important - the most important thing for the new emperor to ascend the throne was not to establish merits, but to stabilize the government, especially a successor who had not been appointed by the previous emperor and ascended to the throne with some dissent. ”

"In other words, it doesn't matter if the person the emperor wants to deal with is the real Qinglian King, as long as this person is considered to be the Qinglian King, his most fundamental purpose is to reassure the ministers and make the people believe that he can give them the peace and prosperity they want, right?"

"Thinking of this step, it seems that you are not so stupid as to be hopeless."

Yan Liwu should have rolled his eyes to salute Wen Moqing, but after figuring out the situation he was about to face, he was no longer in the mood to joke with anyone easily.

She thought that she still had a chance, as long as she let Chu Ci, Wen Moshu or Yin Junbai, or someone else prove that she was not the Qinglian King, then she might still be lucky enough to escape death, but Wen Moqing's words extinguished her last hope and completely brought despair and darkness.

No one cares who she is, all they want is the result of the execution of the "Qinglian King", and she happens to be the best candidate for the "Qinglian King".

Seeing that Yan Li's worried expression changed instantly, Wen Moqing seemed to have expected it for a long time and was indifferent, waving his sleeves to extinguish the faint light of the oil lamp, and speaking lightly in the dark.

"If you can come up with what I want, maybe...... I can save you one more time. ”