When Xiao Jiaojiao got married, the crippled king stood up and pampered her.

inside the house.

Di Taiyin walked to the desk in the back room and sat down.

He knew that this was just Emperor Changyuan's tactic to delay the attack.

He cannot fall into the trap and should not be soft-hearted!

He took out a pile of books that Tayue had given him, opened them and started reading.

but--

"Boom!"

Accompanied by an earth-shattering thunder, the entire palace seemed to tremble.

"Whoosh!"

A heavy downpour suddenly came down.

This heavy rain was more violent and rapid than that night when I learned the truth in the prison, like the Milky Way pouring down.

Even the windows were banged and made a "bang bang bang" sound.

Di Taiyin read the book, but his thoughts could not control themselves and drifted away.

Regardless of whether it was a show or not, Emperor Changyuan had really not eaten for three days.

I had a stomach attack today and was seriously injured by Di Xiaozhan and others...

Even without going out to see it, he could still think of the scene of Emperor Changyuan kneeling in the heavy rain.

The downpour washed over his body and opened the unbandaged wounds on his fingertips.

Blood will flow like a stream from his fingertips.

In water, wounds cannot heal and people will bleed to death...

If you take another 10,000 steps back, even if you are infected with severe cold, it may be fatal!

Emperor Changyuan was risking his life to assure him!

Di Taiyin, who was reading a book, stood up and paced uncontrollably in the room.

Over and over again in front of his eyes appeared the image of Emperor Changyuan when he was ill, the scene of being kicked in the abdomen by the prince, as well as the injury on his fingertips, and the clear blood letter...

That brocade handkerchief...

When he once gave it to me, he said, "Brother Ninth will always protect you."

But now...

One is his mother-in-law, and the other is his biological brother.

Even due to the age gap, he spent more time with Emperor Changyuan than with Concubine Ming.

He once slept in the same bed with Emperor Chang Yuan... read poetry and books together... left the palace together, drank tea together...

A biological brother is nothing more than that.

And when his own brother killed his mother and concubine, he was at the center... This feeling was like his soul being divided between two phases...

outside.

Emperor Changyuan was indeed kneeling straight.

The rain poured down on his body, like basin after basin of water washing away from him.

His hands still maintained the posture of holding the blood book with both hands. The wounds on his fingertips were opened, heart-wrenching pain came, and blood was gurgling.

In the dark night, a red stream flows in the underground rainwater.

Di Changyuan's face became increasingly pale and bloodless.

That was what Yun Jinghuang saw when he arrived as Ta Yue.

So cruel.

I have to say that Emperor Changyuan is really ruthless.

The reason why Chang Yuan, the previous emperor, was able to reach the end was because of this character.

He is often willing to risk his own life for his goals.

In the last game of his previous life, in order to bring the prince down, he was stabbed more than a dozen times by the crazy prince! Life hangs on a thread!

In order to marry Yun Jingge, several of his brothers did not agree at first. Emperor Changyuan also knelt in the freezing rain for three days and nights.

The man was almost completely frozen into an ice sculpture, and finally he got the support of the entire Fuguo Palace!

And this life...

Yun Jinghuang held an umbrella and walked towards the closed door.

When Di Changyuan saw her, his eyelids twitched.

In the rain, the woman was dressed in black and held a black oil-paper umbrella. Her figure was still so defiant and indifferent.

To actually let a woman see him like this...

In the eyes of outsiders, he is a noble prince after all.

Emperor Changyuan knelt on the ground and felt his cheeks were getting hot.

But he didn't show anything strange. Instead, he was full of speculation.

What are you doing on the moon...

What else could it be but destruction?

He has put so much thought into it, and he cannot let Teyue ruin it!

Emperor Changyuan had no choice but to raise the bloody book in his hand and said weakly and loudly to the people in the room:

"Brother Ninth, if Chang Yuan dies tonight, I will have no regrets.

I only hope that Ninth Brother... can let go of the hatred in his heart and be peaceful and happy..."

As soon as Yun Jinghuang arrived at the door, there was a creak and the door opened from the inside.

Di Taiyin's noble and indifferent face was obviously tormented, and his eyes were filled with very complicated emotions.

Yun Jinghuang could tell that if she hadn't come, Di Taiyin would have gone out at this moment.

Even if he fell into Emperor Changyuan's scheme!

Yun Jinghuang stopped in front of the door and looked directly at Di Taiyin:

"Your Highness, Ninth Prince, I have been ordered to come here to customize the firearms for the princes of each palace."

Yun Jinghuang had already expected that something would happen to Di Taiyin, so he had previously submitted the memorial as Ta Yue.

It is said that the royal princes should each wear a gun for self-protection in this troubled time, which also shows the royal majesty.

The prince's guns are naturally different from others. They need to be designed from appearance to various aspects, and even the size and fit of the hand.

Yun Jinghuang received permission and could enter the palace at any time to consult with the princes of each palace.

When Di Taiyin opened the door, he saw the figure of Di Changyuan.

Almost staggering and almost fainting in the heavy rain.

The face was green and white, no different from a dead body.

Even the wounds on his fingers turned white, revealing the white bones at his fingertips...

"Your Majesty Ninth Prince."

The woman's cold voice sounded again, and she asked directly: "What? Are you distressed?"

Di Taiyin stood inside the house. It was pouring rain outside. Even if he didn't go out, he could feel the coldness and chill in the rain.

He didn't speak.

But he had complicated thoughts in his heart.

All he wanted was for Emperor Changyuan to die, and for Emperor Changyuan's life to avenge his mother.

All his growth and all his learning were not just for fighting against Emperor Chang Yuan.

Now Emperor Changyuan himself has given this life...

Yun Jinghuang couldn't help but look at Emperor Changyuan and smiled:

"His Royal Highness Zhang Yuan is really a good calculator.

The blood letter only contains the word Chang Yuan. Does Your Highness know how many people with the same name and surname there are in the world?

Why didn’t His Highness Zhang Yuan write down his full name and include his birth date? "

Di Tai was stunned for a moment.

Emperor Changyuan was also slightly startled.

He didn't care about this detail. Could this be a reason for Tuyue to criticize?

He looked directly at Di Taiyin: "If Brother Jiu needs it, I can make it up right now!"

His Emperor, Changyuan, doesn’t believe in divine punishment!

If there is really a divine punishment, why are Di Xiaozhan and others still alive and well? Why are there so many evil people in the world who enjoy themselves every night?

Yun Jinghuang didn't shy away from it. There were no outsiders here, and the relationship between her and Emperor Changyuan had long been broken.

She looked directly at Emperor Changyuan and asked: "Since His Highness Changyuan keeps saying that he only wants the prince to die and avenge himself.

How about this?

Now you are going to kill yourself in front of His Highness Ninth Prince!

His Highness Ninth Prince can also write a blood letter, and he will definitely avenge you after your death! Sacrifice your tomb with the blood of the prince! "

Emperor Changyuan's body trembled violently, and his eyes were filled with sadness and desolation.

"Supervisor Jinghong! Do you really want to be so aggressive?"

"I just want to see my enemy die with my own eyes, and I also want to kill my enemy with my own hands. I don't worry about Brother Ninth being deceitful in this deep palace. Why are you so aggressive!"

"Aren't you the aggressive one?"

Yun Jinghuang stood under the eaves, stared at him and asked:

“One is stomachache, the other is being bullied, and the third is kneeling at the door.

If you really care about His Highness Ninth Prince, you should know that he feels uncomfortable in his heart. Why are you inserting a knife into his heart and being aggressive again and again? "

"How do you understand, Supervisor Jinghong, what happened between Brother Nine and me?"

Di Changyuan's expression was complicated, and his pale face had no color left.

He looked at Di Taiyin without any guilt: "Brother Jiu, I have been tortured these past two days. Seeing you sad makes me feel more heartbroken than anyone else.

I came here tonight just to make you feel comfortable as soon as possible, that's all!

After all, is it a relationship that has lasted for 14 years? Do you deny it completely like Jinghong Shendu? "

By the end, his voice was a little hoarse.

He was still soaked in the heavy rain, and his whole body felt like a drowned rat.

Even the deceased's face was not as pale as his.

The fingertips were still being washed away by the rain, blood was flowing out, and the whole body felt broken.

What else did Yun Jinghuang want to say.

But Di Taiyin took the black umbrella in Yun Jinghuang's hand and walked out of the door.

He walked straight to Di Changyuan and held an umbrella for him.

Yun Jinghuang's eyelids twitched when he saw that scene.

Emperor Changyuan also raised his eyes to look at him, his expression slightly changed.

"Brother Ninth..."

Brother Ninth is finally moved...

Can!