The old monarch in the upper position has been doing nothing for half his life, the royal family is in decline, and the power of the court is in the hands of the ministers.

He clapped his hands and smiled: "People who have no long-term concerns must have near-term worries, my son has this insight at a young age, and it is your mother who has taught you well." ”

"Your Majesty has a good reputation, it's Yan'er who is smart and studious."

The boy turned his gaze, and in his sight, a pair of navy blue peacock embroidered shoes appeared.

He ran over and threw himself into the woman's arms: "Queen Mother—"

"Yan'er, today is Yan'er's birthday banquet, what do you want?"

He said without hesitation: "The son does not ask for anything, but only hopes that the father and the queen mother will be healthy, the people will be rich, the country will be in good weather, and there will be no war for a hundred years." ”

The woman smiled and said: "My son is sensible, and he will do something in the future, Yan'er's wish, God will fulfill it." ”

"Actually, Erchen still has a small wish......" The boy lowered his eyes, his eyelashes blinked slightly, and his face showed a little immaturity, "Erchen wants to stay in the queen's bedroom tonight." ”

Shen Yan was the first prince and had the prince's palace, but when he saw that other sons and daughters all had their mothers as companions, he disliked "yellow-mouthed children" on his lips, but in fact, he was still very envious in his heart.

After hearing this, the woman nodded with a smile: "Yan'er will stay tonight." ”

In the middle of the night, Shen Yanchu slept in the ear room of his mother.

The others are small, arched in the silk cotton mattress, so small that if you don't look closely, it is difficult to detect the boy sleeping on the couch.

The night was dark, and the only light was the moonlight outside the window lattice.

In his sleep, he faintly heard a strange sound coming from the window lattice.

The boy sat up and looked out the window in confusion, and the dark shadow was a few flowers and trees planted in his mother's yard.

Thinking of his mother, he turned his head and looked at the inner room.

But he saw that the door that was separated from him and his mother was blown open by the wind.

The boy stepped barefoot on the ground and walked straight to the door.

Through the crack in the door, he saw a long, thin shadow hanging from a beam, and a pair of peacock embroidered shoes swirling in midair.

He pushed open the door and entered the back room, where he finally saw the man's face—lips slightly open, eyes wide, and a blood-stained white silk around his neck, covered with hideous and terrible nail prints.

"The Queen Mother—" he exclaimed.

Suddenly, a large hand behind his back covered his mouth and nose.

He struggled constantly, feeling cloudy in front of his eyes, and gradually losing his breath.

In front of him was the dead and unfrozen body of his mother, and behind him was the murderer, who instinctively used all his strength to open his mouth and bite the man's finger.

Taking advantage of the pain of the other party to let go, he ran desperately towards the outside of the house.

"Thorn - there are assassins - " He finally ran to the open area, and when he saw several palace people, he immediately waved his hand and asked the palace people to catch the assassins.

"I've seen the prince." The palace people walked towards the boy.

"Quick, go catch the assassin, it's in my mother's bedroom!" He said hurriedly.

The palace man looked up in the direction of the dormitory, and then saluted the person who came to him: "I have seen the chief of the guard." ”

"Chief Guard?"

He looked back in a daze, and saw that the man who taught him to practice swordsmanship during the day was standing behind him, and smiled at him: "Why did the prince run out barefoot, it was cold at night, and his subordinates took you back to rest." ”

The boy was silent.

"Go do your business, the prince has me guarding here." The chief of the guard spoke to the palace people.

"Yes—"

After sending off the palace people, the chief of the guard bowed down, and then said with a smile: "The ground is not easy to walk, why don't your subordinates carry the prince back?" ”

"No need, Lone will go by himself." He flatly refused, and then stretched out a hand in the man's surprised eyes, "It's too dark at night, you hold Lone." ”

"Oh, good." The chief guard held out his palm.

The moment the palm was handed over, the boy quickly glanced at it.

At the base of the little finger, a tooth mark appeared.

It's him!

The boy was horrified.

Hatred, fear, sadness, helplessness, his thin body trembled slightly in the wind.

When the chief guard saw that he was not leaving, he reached out and grabbed him.

The boy was so frightened that he turned around and ran.

The dignified emperor is favored, with fine clothes and jade food, but in the inner courtyard of this deep palace in order to save his life, he runs desperately with his bare feet.

The night flowers bloomed, and his feet pierced the gravel with blood.

The moon was bright and the stars were thin, and his face was terrified in the shade of the trees.

Qing Shui fell into ripples, and in his hurry, he fell into the lotus pond.

At the bottom of the cold water, it keeps sinking and sinking again......

Underwater, Liu Ruyan swam a distance and found that something was wrong with him.

She grabbed his palm, only to find that his palm was gripping her like a pincer, so powerful that it wanted to crush her entire bone.

She resisted the pain and freed her other hand to soothe him.

Until the force from the palm of her hand gradually weakened, her body was light, and the scenery around her quickly swept away, replaced by a palace.

The palace people were busy, shuttling past her, but they ignored her.

Liu Ruyan looked around blankly, and was shocked to find that there was still a person in his hand, it was Shen Yanchu.

Shen Yanchu was silent, and looked fixedly at the boy lying on the couch behind the curtain.

Liu Ruyan looked with him and found that the boy's eyebrows and eyes were very similar to his, which should be his childhood appearance.

"Where is this?" She asked.

Shen Yanchu still stood in place, not responding to her inquiry at all.

"Host, this gentleman helps you sneak into his dreams, if you want to wake up the other party, the only way is to help him get rid of the nightmare completely."

Liu Ruyan didn't dare to slack off: "Then I'll try my best." ”

The boy lay unconscious on the collapse, and the imperial doctors who came to treat him changed again and again.

He had a high fever for three days, and the imperial doctors repeatedly administered needles and medicines, and even invited witch doctors to treat him, saying that the boy had been hit by a lower head, and the blood and broken hair of his fingertips were taken and burned together with the charm before it could be lifted.

He slept in a daze for three days, and there was a shocking change in the palace.

The queen had an affair with the chief of the guard, and because she was bumped into, she committed suicide by hanging herself in shame, and the chief of the guard escaped from the palace overnight, and her whereabouts are still unknown.

After Prime Minister Gao learned of this, he strongly advised the monarch to abolish the queen's throne and not to be buried in the imperial mausoleum.

On the fourth day, the boy finally woke up.

He looked at the palace people guarding the couch in a daze, but he couldn't speak, couldn't read, and had no impression of the people and things around him.

"Imperial Doctor, what the hell is going on! Why doesn't my son know his father, I am his father! "After the old monarch lost his wife, he almost lost his son, and he couldn't bear any blows.

The imperial doctors were dripping with cold sweat, and had to explain: "Maybe the prince's fever has just subsided, and the illness has not yet healed, so the ministers will prescribe a few more prescriptions to recuperate and recuperate." ”

After a week, the boy was able to pronounce a few simple syllables.

He stayed in the room all day, staring at the various palace people around him, his eyes full of vigilance and fear.

Until late one night, the palace people who kept vigil saw him sitting up from the Maitreya couch, his eyes were empty, like a puppet manipulated.

He walked around the room in a strange manner, then found scissors, stabbed people at sight, and made a single "hiss" in his mouth.

He said it over and over again: "Hiss-hiss-"

The palace people dodged in panic, and finally heard the meaning of this word.

Die!

"Crazy, prince, he's crazy!"