"How did you die. ”

The emperor corrected the recital, his eyebrows did not change, and he asked lightly.

The imperial doctor was stunned and hesitated: "It seems that I died of a sudden emergency." ”

"Emergency?" the emperor raised his eyes to look at him, feeling that it was too perfunctory, and such a statement could not be explained to the squire of the military department.

The imperial physician knelt down, "Back to the emperor, the ministers and several imperial doctors really couldn't see the cause of death, there was no external injury, no poisoning, but there was bleeding again, and everyone died, but the corpse was still bleeding." ”

"Oh? So, it's really a rare illness and died?" It's too coincidental, just after dealing with the case of the emperor's heir in the morning, the concubine died in the evening, is it a coincidence, or does Li Jiaren know the truth?

The imperial doctor shook his head helplessly, "I don't know, it seems to be." ”

The emperor looked at him as if he really didn't know, after all, although the medical skills of the imperial doctors were high, they were not proficient in all diseases, not to mention such a strange way of death, they were not Donggu, let alone a thousand times, and they couldn't ask too much.

"Where is the emperor? The emperor softened his tone and asked.

"The emperor is handling the affairs of Li Jiaren, and said that he will send someone to appease Lord Shilang. The Imperial Physician replied timidly.

The emperor nodded, but he was still thoughtful.

After calming down, he said: "Well, you guys have nothing to do, go to Linxian Palace to check the pulse of the emperor and make some tonic for him, he has worked hard for the country these days." ”

"Yes. ”

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The cause of Li Xuanjian's death was strange, and the imperial doctors had several autopsies to no avail, and finally they had to mourn due to the request of the military department to let the deceased rest in peace. The case was classified as a headless case and stored in the palace masaji.

But the soldier squire secretly remembered this hatred, and he didn't believe that his son would die of a sudden illness. It must be that Gu Wenmin, who was unwilling to be caught, and actually harmed my son!

Two days later, Gu Wenmin hanged himself in prison. It was said that it was suicide, but he found that there was a very thin wound on the neck of the corpse in addition to the strangulation marks of the hanging rope, which was simply a hanged appearance made by a person after strangling it to death.

The people died in the criminal department, and the jailers were investigated without exception, and finally found the body of the soldier squire.

Wu Chuan wanted to find an opportunity to go to the head of the soldier to see what was going on, but he had no choice but to consume too much energy on Li Xuanjian, and a few days ago, the imperial doctor inexplicably came to check his pulse and said that he had serious physical losses and wanted to rest in bed, and he also prescribed extremely bitter medicine.

The sullen Wu Chuan sat at the table with his cheeks propped up, and was once again asked by the imperial doctor to take his pulse.

At this time, the emperor came.

"Emperor?"

Wu Chuan stood up.

The Imperial Physician hurriedly withdrew his hand and stood up to salute.

The emperor asked the imperial doctor, "How is it?"

The imperial physician shook his head, "The emperor's body is still very weak, and she needs to take care of herself." The minister also had to prescribe some more medicine for the emperor to take. ”

"Hmm. Flashy, you go with the imperial doctor to grab medicine. The emperor waved his hand, walked to Wu Chuan's side, and took his hand, "Li Mao has already confessed. said that the Li family did mention that they wanted to use the Gu family to murder the emperor's heir. ”

Wu Chuan's eyes waved, what is this? It wasn't until the human and material evidence came out that the emperor would really believe that he wasn't lying?

A faint smile, "That's good." ”

"Are you still angry?" the emperor led him to sit down.

"Nope. Wu Chuan raised his beautiful blue eyes, reluctantly pulled out a smile, saw that the emperor's body stiffened, and suddenly let go of his hand.

"Emperor?" Wu Chuan thought that his emotions were seen by the emperor, and he felt that he shouldn't be at the moment

is so stingy, after all, the emperor is the king of a country, even if he doubts you, he has his reasons, how can he fight his face?

However, the emperor stood up, turned his back and took a deep breath, "You are too similar. You're getting more and more like him......"

Wu Chuan's body trembled, inexplicable sadness, and bitterness overflowed the corners of his mouth, "Emperor...... Still thinking about madness? ”

Wounded.

It's been a long time since the name has been mentioned in his ears.

It seems like a lifetime.

"You are so much like ......," the emperor clutched his sleeves secretly.

Wu Chuan glanced at the emperor's sleeve lightly, and laughed at himself in his heart, how can he not look like this? Isn't this appearance of yourself what the emperor told me in the broken temple, the clearer you remember, the closer I will imitate.

It's been fifteen years, and I don't even know who I am.

"Yes. But the emperor only has him in his heart. ”

"No, An Chu. The emperor turned around, and the name he shouted out in a hurry made Wu Chuan's body tremble violently, and he was so excited that his body was incomplete.

An Chu.

Yes, no matter whether the emperor is crazy or An Chu in his heart, that person is not Wuchuan.

"Emperor, please go back. Chuan'er is tired. Wu Chuan maintained his last dignity.

The emperor was already embarrassed and hit a wall in front of Wu Chuan, and now he was ordered to be expelled without any face, his face was instantly gloomy to the extreme, and his imperial demeanor made him reluctantly keep calm, "Then you have a good rest." ”

Without looking back, he turned around and left.

Wu Chuan raised his eyes to look at the back.

He used to understand, but now it's getting more and more obscure.

What exactly is love?

I thought I loved him, and I practiced the ancient black magic without hesitation, reborn myself and changed my face, and walked to his side step by step, thinking that they were people of the same world, and they could understand and cherish each other.

But it turned out that he didn't understand at all, it wasn't love at all.

When he used the same face to compete for favor, he realized that the emperor never loved this look, he just liked the sincerity in the eyes of the madman.

True love should be honest and pure, and he used it in the wrong way in the first place, he lost not to the mad face, but to the mad heart.

If he could do it all over again, he would definitely tell the emperor how much he liked him and wanted to get close to him.

But time could not be turned back, and he was too wrong. He drove away the madness, only to realize that he couldn't give the emperor happiness.

Love cannot be replicated.

But he fell deeper and deeper, and he had lost himself from An Chu's shadow and frantic voice.

He's changed.

Also changed is Wu Jie.

The brothers who depend on each other in the broken temple are originally "bad boys" with low self-esteem and strength, who have changed from being bullied to bullies, arrogant and rude, conspiring and calculating, and have the face of a little person.

However, because of their injuries, they all unconsciously become "kind" and become "self-respecting".

They had never felt the light before, thinking that the night was enough, but when they encountered a wound that shone like the sun, they realized that they needed the light so much.

They are not bad, but no one has ever taught them to be good, and in a murderous place like Huaikou, kindness seems to be of little use.

Wu Chuan has always felt so. even was complacent with the fan he deceived in Huaikou and took away the status that belonged to him.

But only now did he understand that he had never won an injury. He stole the position of the madman, but the madness also stole his bulwark—the bulwark that protected his fragile humanity, made him see his ugliness, made him regret the friendship he had missed, made him blame himself deeply, and missed the opportunity to the light.

The madness doesn't care about status, he takes it away, but he cares about the precious truth, and he loses a lot.

He could have had a better life. has a friend who is as gentle as a madman, a younger brother who cares about him like Wu Jie, and a subordinate and friend who is as loyal as Fang Hua, maybe he can also become his other half.

Why do you have to be obsessed with the emperor?

Lying on the bed, he couldn't help but turn over and look at Wu Jie, who was keeping vigil under the couch, and sighed softly, "If I tell you, will you hate me." ”

"Little master?"

It turned out that Wu Jie was just sleeping, and when he heard Wu Chuan's fluttering voice, he thought he was talking in his sleep.

Wu Chuan was shocked, because the emperor's martial arts were lost, his restraint on his true qi in his body was reduced a lot, because no matter what, the emperor couldn't feel his skills, but what he didn't expect was that he recovered his true qi but didn't realize that Wu Jie was still awake.

What's wrong with him?

Has the snooping technique been worn out to this extent?

"Little master?"

Wu Jie half-sat up and called softly.

Wu Chuan's heart was churning, how much he wanted to recognize his only relative in this world.

"Hmm. Mikawa breathed excitedly, his chest heaving violently.

Say it!

Say it!

Wu Chuan, just be willful once!

"Why hasn't the little master slept yet, what did you just say, but what do you want?" Wu Jie stood up completely, put on his clothes and sat beside the bed, looking at him respectfully.

Wu Chuan looked at him through the moonlight, and suddenly asked, "What kind of person do you think this palace is?"

Wu Jie was stunned and hesitated.

In fact, he didn't pick a master before, he felt that as long as he had money and power, he even promised Wu Chuan to assassinate the wound maniac in the past, he was just for fame and status, but now if Wu Chuan asks him to go again, he thinks, he shouldn't go.

Everyone in the harem is doing everything they can to make a living. So he didn't think there was anything about Wu Chuan's behavior, but in the days when he had been monitoring the Harmless Palace, he saw another life in the harem, or another life he saw in this world.

The master and servant talk like friends.

He couldn't understand how that intimacy came about, until that injury gave him an unintentional support, which made him understand it in an instant.

"Does the little lord want to hear the truth?" said Wu Mingren, unexpectedly frank.

It seemed that this night was destined to be a night of heart-pouring.

Wu Chuan smiled faintly, "If you're going to tell the truth, just sit down." Wu Chuan sat down a little inside, leaving the side of the bed to Wu Jie.

He sat on the edge of the bed in disbelief, a little embarrassed.

Wu Chuan asked him to sit there facing himself, and he was covered with the quilt, and he suddenly wet his eyes, and said: "Actually, master, you are not bad, alas, it is a bad fate, and you have suffered too much, so you are afraid of losing what you get." I did a lot of wrong things. ”

"Just like you?"

"And my brother. ”

Wu Chuan's heart trembled, "Huh?"

I only heard a faint laugh from the shadows on the other side of the bed, "Brother, you finally can't help but tell me." ”