Legend of the Assassin

"Your Majesty misses Lord Murong?" The secret guard stood aside respectfully, watching the young and mature Zhi Ming.

Zhi Ming was slightly lost in thought: "This king counts thousands of opportunities every day, but he can't count people's hearts. This king has been planted on Murongli's body for the rest of his life."

"Your Majesty, why should you underestimate yourself? The outcome is not decided."

Zhi Ming didn't answer again, the red clothes like fire were still in front of him, the plum blossoms were blooming all over, and the person holding the flute was in front of his eyes.Now, now.

Geng Chen stood anxiously outside the door, Murongli had locked himself in the room for a day and a night, not a single drop of water entered.

"Fang Ye, you are finally here. Have you found the antidote?"

Fang Ye held the jade bottle and nodded, Geng Chen immediately slammed on the door and told everything truthfully.There seemed to be no one in the room, half silent.

Fang Ye kicked open the door immediately, and Murong Li passed out on the bedside, his face was pale, and he didn't have a trace of life.Fang Ye immediately fed Murongli a medicine, and it took about three or five sticks of incense before Murongli woke up.

"Master, Fang Ye is late."

"No problem."

"Master, when I came back, I also heard a piece of news. It is said that the Lord Zhiming has also been poisoned by the same poison as the Taifu, and he is still unconscious."

Murongli clenched his fist instantly, suppressed it for a while, and then spoke:

"Go to heaven."

Tianquan Street is still bustling, no more than other countries, families are ruined.

"There is Lord Laomo."

"Murong, you are really back." Mo Lan hesitated to speak, but finally did not speak.Murongli also knew that this time was probably a trick of Zhiming, but he still couldn't sit idly by, so he pretended not to know and followed him into the palace.

"Murong, stay with the king yourself. Let's go out first."

"Thank you."

Zhiming on the bed was as pale as a baby.Murong Li stared at it for a long time before opening his mouth: "Your Majesty, you are really good at calculating, that's all, no matter whether it is true or not. Your Majesty, I'm back."

"You can make this king easy to find, Ah Li."

Zhi Ming, who was supposed to be in a coma, sat up in an instant, grabbed Murongli's wrist violently, and squeezed Murongli's wrist so hard that it hurt.

"Your Majesty, I knew I couldn't go back when I came this time, so you don't have to worry about me running away."

"Do you really have the antidote?" Zhi Ming snatched the jade bottle from Murongli's hand, shook it, heard the voice that there were still three bottles left.

Murongli didn't explain, and he also knew that explaining would not be effective, so he chose to remain silent, besides, the time of death was approaching, so instead of letting him worry about it, it would be better to let him hate it.

"Come here, please invite Lord Murong to Xiangxu Terrace as a good guest!"

Mo Lan came in with some guards, held down Murongli, but Murongli didn't resist, let them grab him, and went back to Xiangxu Terrace.

The next day, Murongli was choked awake by the smell of smoke, his chest was depressed, he swallowed a few mouthfuls of restless blood, and walked to the attic side staggeringly.Zhi Ming was instructing a group of eunuchs to burn Xiang Xu's plaque and all the Yu Qiong flowers.

Murongli was on a high place, and suddenly recalled Yao Guang's appearance when the country was subjugated, blood was everywhere, A Xu died for the country in his place, and he was the same as he is today, looking at all this in a daze, it doesn't help.

Zhi Ming walked up to Murong Li's side at some point, looked at Murong Li's wobbly body with satisfaction, grabbed his wrist, and said coldly, "Ah Li, do you remember the tragic image when Yao Guang destroyed the country? "

"Don't work on the king's note, I will never forget it until I die."

"This king is just reminding you that a prince who has lost his country should not think too highly of his identity."

"I'm just a dead soul who hasn't returned to my hometown now."

Murongli finally couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed Zhi Ming's skirt, looked at his triumphant smile, spat out blood, soaked Zhi Ming's ink robe, then fell down unconscious.

Zhi Ming looked at the person lying in his arms in surprise, why didn't he cut himself into pieces when he said those words just now.Now Murong Li vomits blood, causing him to be in chaos.

"Come on, pass on the doctor! Pass on the doctor!"

Before the Yicheng arrived, Murongli woke up first, he looked at Zhiming and couldn't help smiling: "The king's heart is still so soft, this is not a good habit."

"You lied to me?" Zhi Ming couldn't bear the anger in his heart, he pushed the man in his arms away, and walked away.

Murongli fell to the ground, his red clothes were like fire, scattered in the world, if he was not pale and bloodless, he would really be an exiled immortal.He was silent for a while, then stood up from the ground, lay down on the bed swaying, and passed out completely.