A moment before the oil and wax dripped down, Zhou Yinchen moved his hand, "You won't repent, I know." However, you also have things that you are afraid of losing, right? ”

Dong Changyou rolled his eyes upward, as if to say that the only thing he was afraid of losing had already been lost.

Zhou Yinchen pulled his hair crown with one hand, and supported his back with the other, straightening his body.

"Ah Jing and Ah Jie, aren't they very similar?" Zhou Yinchen asked.

Ye Mujing turned his back to the two of them and looked up at Zhou Qingyuan slightly.

Zhou Qingyuan's greatest wish before his death was to see Ye Mujing become the crown prince.

But she didn't wait for that day to leave.

He really failed his mother.

If he died like this a few days ago and met his mother in the realm of reincarnation, how should he explain it?

Dong Changyou glanced at Ye Mujing's slender back, as well as his waterfall-like green silk, and a cool wind blew in his eyes.

Tightness and pain in the temples.

He is the master of Ye Mujing, who trained him to be a prince who knows etiquette and righteousness, and also planned to assist him to become the next Ming Jun.

He didn't understand what went wrong.

Perhaps, from the moment the queen entrusted Ye Mujing to herself, instead of entrusting it to others, Dong Changyou was no longer herself.

He never married, he was obsessed with foreign doctrines, and although he had no real power in the court, no one dared to contradict him.

A lonely and widowed minister who doesn't even have an heir, when he comes to this point, it's time to return to his hometown and live a quiet life.

Why did Ye Mujing become more obsessed with power after he became the abolished prince?

Isn't it because I have some secret wishes in my heart, looking forward to the day when I can use my own strength to seek something for Ye Mujing?

He regarded Ye Mujing as his student and his nephew.

He didn't want to possess Ye Mujing forever.

Ling Shang's way of building a bridge for him was perfect for Dong Changyou.

But because of the mixture of Ye Mu ginseng, his life went off the rails.

Dong Changyou is not a person who is addicted to the sound of dogs and horses, and he is also determined to draw a line with Ye Mujing, and no longer cause trouble for himself or for him.

But Zhou Yinchen held on to him, accusing him all day long of his human-faced beast heart, and threatening to ruin everything for him.

Of course, Zhou Yinchen has no ability to ruin everything for Dong Changyou.

However, he could break Dong Changyou's mental defense, and then let him die in the most cruel way.

When Dong Changyou saw the portrait of Zhou Qingyuan, he had already lost.

Zhou Yinchen moved Dong Changyou to the corner of the wall, so that he was facing the portrait of Zhou Qingyuan and the night Mujing under the portrait.

Ye Mujing was still looking at the person in the painting, the two tear stains in the corners of his eyes had dried up, and his eyes looked chaotic due to the medicinal properties of the incense.

In his life, Zhou Yinchen has said to many people "You are so beautiful" many times.

But at this moment, he couldn't say these three words to Ye Mujing.

He was afraid of blaspheming the pure beauty of Ye Mujing's body.

Zhou Yinchen picked up the long rope on the ground and came behind Ye Mujing.

"Ah Jing, I'm sorry." Zhou Yinchen said softly.

Ye Mujing couldn't hear it. He was immersed in his own hallucinations, hiding in his mother's arms, reluctant to leave.

Zhou Yinchen tied his hands, "I won't live long...... Let's die together......"

After speaking, he glanced at Dong Changyou defiantly.

Dong Changyou's eyes were about to split, and the corners of his mouth were purple blood.

Ye Mujing listened to Zhou Yinchen's words, was hypnotized, and whispered, "I won't live long...... Let's die together......"

Zhou Yinchen took out a long needle out of nowhere, burned it on the fire candle for a while, put it in front of his mouth and blew it.

He brushed away Ye Mujing's hair and pulled his back collar slightly, revealing a white shoulder.