There was no response later, and after a while, Shi Huan continued to talk about the topic: "Ahem, can the prince tell me about yourself?" I'd love to know a little bit more about you. ”

What is the experience of a beloved girl spoiling you?

Don't say you want your secret, if you want this world, if you want his life, he will not hesitate to give it to her.

Si Ling had only one thought in his heart: he was completely planted.

The regent's birth and background are not secrets, it's just that the fourth prince was sent to the imperial mausoleum since he was a child, and he knows very little about things outside, and it's normal not to know.

He is the eldest son of Si Wuxie, the victorious general of the Chu State, who joined the army with his father at the age of thirteen and officially entered the battlefield at the age of fifteen.

Subsequently, he became famous in the first battle and soon became as famous as his father.

The two were known as the patron saints of Chu by the people.

The emperor can be called the son of heaven, but the people worship them as gods.

How can the emperor tolerate it in his heart?

Since ancient times, many people who have achieved high merit have not ended well.

They are no exception.

After his father won the last battle in his life, he was assassinated and killed by a spy installed by the emperor on the way back to the court.

After that, someone took out a Ming Huang holy decree and read out more than a dozen crimes.

Si Ling didn't listen much, only remembered the last two sentences:

The remnants of the guilty shall be summarily executed. The other soldiers, who disarmed and surrendered, were spared death.

He was seventeen years old at the time, and everyone thought that his reputation was blown or stained with his father's light.

No one really took him seriously.

Until—

The young man shot the eunuch with an arrow, and commanded the troops and the black wind rider hidden in the dark with a blank face, killing all the officers and soldiers who stood in the way.

No one dared to despise the young general anymore.

In fact, my father had expected this to happen.

Therefore, before he returned, he gave him full authority to ride the Black Wind.

But the older generation is stubborn and stubborn.

rigidly believes that the king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die.

My father's heart was like a mirror, but he didn't resist, even if he did, he couldn't change it.

But he's different.

Seventeen years old is the age of rebellion, and he directly reversed.

Where were the captive officers and soldiers in Kyoto who could defeat the soldiers who fought on the battlefield, and they were quickly killed by him.

Eventually, he took his father's corpse all the way to Kyoto.

That night, he broke into the palace with a single knife, smashed the emperor's nest, and fed him a kind of trance-like and edible... Addiction to drugs.

From then on, the Son of Heaven was coerced to order the princes.

At first, there were many voices against him.

But with him coming to power, the state of Chu, which was originally full of complaints and unbearable people, became a country and a peaceful country under his governance, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Those voices of opposition faded away.

It's just that he is not the rightful son of heaven after all, and above the court, the prince's party still has a lot of complaints about him.

However, the regent didn't care much.

The military power and power are all in his hands, who is he afraid of?

The night is sultry, and the fragrance is soft in the arms.

Just as the pain below was relieved, Si Ling couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Thinking that he had just been questioned, he couldn't help it, and said in a dumb voice:

"Prince, the minister wants to ......"

The rest of the word "do" was repelled by the sound of the girl's steady and gentle breathing, stuck in his throat, and his whole body was uncomfortable.

He laughed leisurely, co-authored, he's a bedtime storyteller?

When he woke up the next morning, Shi Huan found that the regent's face was very stinky.

The tall body stood beside the bed, staring at her with an extremely deep and strange gaze.

Remembering what he had done last night, his gaze fell uncontrollably between his legs.

This place can be extremely strong when a small tent is erected, but it is also very vulnerable.

What you do, you do.

Shi Huan grabbed Si Ling's hands, like a good man afterwards, and said very solemnly:

"Lord Wang, I will be responsible for you, and I will never dislike you because of this."

Si Ling pursed his lips and glared at her lightly.

Hold the girl's small and soft hand, pull it over, and let her feel him in the most intuitive way.

Wickedly raised his eyebrows and said, "Is the prince still satisfied?" ”