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Perhaps the plot has reached the final stage of development, and it must follow its established route, resulting in the temporary failure of the halo of the male and female protagonists. Li Xiaoji's people have successfully completed the task of putting away the criminal evidence.

They came in a hurry and left in a hurry, disappearing into the darkness again. When the day came, they were no one's servants again.

At the same time, in the palace, Li Xiaoji was sharpening ink for Jiang Chenzhi, who briefly regained consciousness and was in good condition. He had nothing to do and was just practicing calligraphy.

The breeze blew, the candlelight swayed, the curtains moved slightly, and the figures staggered and overlapped on the ground, like their fates, entangled.

Looking up, the minister is seriously polishing his ink, and the monarch is concentrating on practicing calligraphy. The atmosphere between the two is rarely so peaceful. There is no resentment or guilt, there is just a silent understanding. Anyone who looks at it must say that the monarch and the minister are together.

But the tranquil style of painting was an illusion. After writing the word "abandon", Jiang Chenzhi's eyes turned red, he tore the paper into pieces and broke his brush, which was obviously a precursor to going crazy.

Li Xiaoji's expression did not change, and he continued his previous actions. If it didn't work, he would beat the other person. Anyway, he was already familiar with the situation, so nothing big would happen.

Probably Li Xiaoji's calmness infected Jiang Chenzhi, making him try to control his breathing, slowly sit down, and look at Li Xiaoji's face carefully by the candlelight.

This face that once amazed him was now stained with gloom, and it lost its original high-spirited and fearless look.

It's sad and regrettable, but most things in the world are like this, who is better than whom?

Maybe the atmosphere was right and the time was right. Jiang Chenzhi, who was in a complicated mood, put his head in one hand, recalled the past, and uncontrollably said the words he had hidden in his heart for a long time.

"Do you still remember the scene when you and I first met?" As soon as the words came out, Jiang Chenzhi seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago, his eyes were shining and his eyebrows looked a little younger.

"When I first met you, what attracted me the most was not your good-looking face or resolute eyebrows, but your ambition and arrogance that closely resembled my own when I was a teenager."

"Looking at you, I seem to see my former self, the self who once had the ambition to lead Dayan back to the top and then dominate the world."

As he spoke, Jiang Chenzhi smiled slightly, and the hostility in his body diminished a lot, and the signs of madness seemed to disappear.

"I envy you. I envy you, a young man who is at your right age, so energetic, and so determined to move forward, just because that is the youth I can never go back to."

Li Xiaoji stopped and looked at Jiang Chenzhi blankly. His mouth opened, but he couldn't say a word. Perhaps silence was better than sound at this time.

Jiang Chenzhi stared at Li Xiaoji's eyes for a long time, then looked away with some evasion, and said: "I am also jealous of you. I am jealous that you can work hard according to your heart, without being disturbed by illness or burdened by curses."

"It's not like I can't help myself, no, not only my body, but also my soul can't help myself."

"I want to destroy you and then kill you. I want to get rid of all the people who are an eyesore like you, so that you can deeply feel my pain. In that case, I should be able to get some comfort."

"But looking at you, I seem to see that young monarch who loves all people and takes the security of the country as his own responsibility. He stood in the sun, shedding blood and tears, and asked me crying, why can't he hold on?"

"Hold on?" Jiang Chenzhi paused, wanting to laugh a little, but his eyes gradually became firm, and he nodded: "Yes, hold on, you must hold on!"

"Maybe it's because of this that my emotions are under control. You are the opportunity that allows me to return to the past and pick up hope over and over again."

Li Xiaoji was half kneeling on the ground, looking up at Jiang Chenzhi's face, looking at his embarrassed face with tears streaming down his face unconsciously, and stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears.

Taking this opportunity to say the unsaid words for the original person, it is because of this fate, "How can I not remember the scene when you and I first met?"

"The first time I formally stood in front of His Majesty, the fearless minister was too nervous to raise his head, because His Majesty was the most beautiful dream of all those who aspired to join the military camp at that time. We look up and look forward to His Majesty!"

"No matter what happens, His Majesty, who resolutely contracted the disease and tried medicine to save the people from the fire and water, is our God and our faith!"

"Perhaps, I once wavered in that belief, but seeing His Majesty's determination to cut off his descendants rather than continue this unstable bloodline made me relieved. Your Majesty will always be the same Majesty."

Jiang Chenzhi was deeply shocked by the true expression of his feelings at this moment. He stretched out his hand to lift Li Xiaoji's chin, smiled with relief and said, "My ridiculous life is not such a failure after all."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Chenzhi helped Li Xiaoji stand up, led him out of the palace, looked at the moon in the sky, and whispered: "Perhaps the Jiang Dynasty has really come to an end, and it's time for someone else to take the seat..."

"Don't hold on to what you shouldn't hold on to, and completely let go of what should be let go. Tell me, if I die now, what will happen to Dayan Congress?"

"Your Majesty..." Li Xiaoji opened her eyes wide and turned her head, unable to conceal her shock, looking at the relaxed face of Jiang Chenzhi.

Jiang Chenzhi smiled, with a slightly bitter look on his face, and frowned: "If Princess Ji can really give birth to a healthy boy this time, and his lineage will no longer be affected by the ancestral disease, will everything be over? "

"The master is young and the minister is strong, and the power is charming. In the end, who will remember the original intention?"

"Both my lineage and Prince Ji's lineage are filled with the blood of our ancestors. If it continues, it will always be a hidden danger, especially after they become involved with the imperial power."

"Instead of causing trouble for generations to come, it would be better to end it all, hand over the throne to others, and completely free the Jiang family from the curse. In that case, the foundation of the clan may be able to continue."

Li Xiaoji, who didn't expect Jiang Chenzhi to have such a plan, was silent. After looking into the other person's eyes for a long time, his eyebrows relaxed and a bright smile broke out, "No matter what His Majesty wants to do, I will follow Your Majesty."

Jiang Chenzhi also smiled, and shook his hands as if he was throwing away a burden. He led Li Xiaoji to the hall and looked at the Longteng Yunhai Sword hanging on the wall, which represented the status of the emperor.

"The Jiang Dynasty did not start with me, but it will end with me. Even if my ancestors cannot forgive me, I will not regret it. I only hope for peace in the next life."

Shaking his head, Jiang Chenzhi remembered something, pulled Li Xiaoji into the secret room, took off the "Fire God Bow" hanging on the wall, handed it to him, and said, "This is for you."

"I hope that after everything is over, both it and 'Poor Sun' can meet better owners, or you can keep them forever."

There was something in Jiang Chenzhi's words, Li Xiaoji naturally understood, took the Fierce God Bow respectfully, and carefully felt the power of the Divine Bow, it was really unusual, even if it was placed in the Xianxia interface, he would not lose.

The remaining emotions of the original body suddenly emerged, making Li Xiaoji feel his wish and nodded gently. Whether it was "Fire God" or "Poor Sun", they would fall into the hands of the most suitable owner.

It doesn't have to be a male or female protagonist, and Li Xiaoji has already thought of the new owner of "Po Sun" at this moment. As for "Fierce God", it just depends on who is more capable.

The handover of the Fierce God Bow is like a ceremony, a ceremony where the emperor and his ministers reach a consensus. After tonight, Li Xiaoji's plan will be more unhindered, just because he has the support of the emperor.

When he returned to the mansion with the Lie Shen Bow on his back, Li Xiaoji had a jade pendant on his waist, a jade pendant symbolizing the power of the emperor.

As soon as he put away the God of Fire Bow, Li Xiaoji called Sui Feng and asked him to go to He Yu privately and hand over "Po Ri". He Yu was not allowed to ask any questions. If the other party said more than one word, he would hand over "Po Ri". Take back.

Ugh……

The more I write, the more I abuse myself...