On one hundred ways of acting like a baby

The flames were soaring into the sky, and there were shrill screams and fighting sounds faintly hidden in the chaotic noise.

"Xuanbei..."

Gushara's expression was very strange, indifferent, neither happy nor sad, his unfathomable eyes fixedly stared at the blazing ancient poem in front of the door, and a small flame was burning in the light-colored pupils.

"I didn't expect you to be willing."

He lowered his head slowly, covered his eyelids, pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled lowly: "Is the throne no longer able to hold you back? Brother Wang."

The word "Brother Wang" is full of ridicule, and the smile is even worse, so that even Yu Zijin can sense that Gushara is not happy.

It was obvious that he personally set up the gamble, so it was expected that Xuanbei would start within five days.

In terms of emotion and reason, Xuanbei came here at this time, if there is no conclusive evidence to put Gushala to death, just in time for the fire, Xuanbei must bear a bad name.One is narrow-minded and jealous of the virtuous king, the other is cold-blooded and ruthless brotherly cruelty, or indulging in beauty and chaos.

All in all, even if Gushara did kidnap people first, the whole world can still say that Gushara is a loyal minister who eliminates evils.

People in this world often think that the strong are easy to do evil, and the weak are mostly good. They also think that those with a vicious appearance are mostly sinister, and those with a soft skin are bound to be harmed by others.Big misunderstanding.

But this misunderstanding is beneficial to Gushara, and he doesn't seem to be very happy about it.

What's going on?

Yu Zijin couldn't figure it out anyway, so he shouldn't be distracted at this moment, but should sneak back a few steps.

Just as he was slowly rubbing his way to the door and was about to turn his head and run away, Baby Chen, who lacked an arm, appeared in front of the door, with black hair hanging down, covering his eyebrows and eyes, exuding a gloomy aura.

Yingchen grabbed his arm, then bowed his head to Gu Xiala and said: "Master, everything is going according to plan, the back room is on fire, this opportunity must not be missed."

There was a bit of weakness in Yingchen's voice, which couldn't be suppressed.

What kind of person would swear to the death to follow the man he identified even if he was against his father and sister?

What a paranoid temperament, facing the severed arm still lying on the cold ground, he didn't look sideways, and still treated the man who cut off his arm with a loyal and humble attitude.

Therefore, it is more difficult for him to suppress affection.

Yu Zijin subconsciously went to look at Gushara, but failed to capture the slightest touch or doubt.No.

Yingchen is devoted to such a Gushara, and Yingzhen stands up for such a Yingchen.All kinds of things in the mortal world, traced back carefully, almost have a heavy sense of destiny.

They are all unreasonable weirdos.

"Let me go!" Yu Zijin couldn't help twisting her hands, eager to stay away from the two of them, so as not to become an unreasonable strange Yu Zijin by accident.

"Let him go."

Gushara stood up and patted his hem without haste.

"Can--"

"You only have one arm."

The faint sentence was almost threatening, but also like mocking.

The two eyebrows were tightly knit together, and Yingchen reluctantly let go.

Yu Zijin grinned and rubbed his arms, guessing in his heart that the fire was not caused by Xuanbei's people, but that Gu Xiala was planning to put the crime of murdering loyal ministers on Xuanbei's head.Gushara may have prepared another secret passage that no one knows, and is preparing to evacuate safely.

I just don't know if Gushara is willing to let him go.

Gushara didn't let go, the two sides were fighting evenly outside, he was not sure that he would be able to slip out unharmed.

Yu Zijin, who had a clear idea of ​​the future, was full of vigilance, for fear that he would be knocked out the next moment and fight back.

Gu Xiala seemed to see through his little thoughts, and smiled again, "I won't kill you. Xuanbei has come, Lord Yu and the people all over the world have seen through that he is an emperor who only cares about his children. Not allowed Getting married is one, breaking into the palace is the second, and the third is the fourth. Such a king..."

After a short pause, he continued thoughtfully: "It's time to change."

"Do you want to be king?" Yu Zijin asked out of instinct and curiosity.

"me……"

Gu Shala pondered and said: "If I become a king, there will be people who will never forget the throne and stare at it. Perhaps, what I want to be a king is."

Then he turned and left.

At this time, the light of the fire crawled all the way, illuminating half of the room, looking at him in a daze, it seemed that he walked into the sea of ​​fire without hesitation, his posture was calm and indifferent, and he was actually cruel and unrestrained.

Then came Yingchen, who threw a knife-like look of venomous eyes, took a step forward and followed without hesitation.

——It's so strange, Gushara, and baby dust.

Yu Zijin blinked, sighed secretly, then hastily turned and ran out.

But he doesn't know the way.

Yu Zijin, who didn't know the way, ran around Nuo Da Wang's mansion. There were fires everywhere, some people were fighting, some people ran away while their hands were full of gold, silver and jewels, and some people shouted for water to put out the fire.

Low, gloomy clouds floated in the dark sky, flickering in the sudden falling night, as if they too were about to catch fire.

A man covered in fire rolled to Yu Zijin's feet, screaming loudly, his face scorched black.

Yu Zijin was startled, and walked away from him.

Walking and walking, like walking in purgatory on earth.

crackling.

crackling.

Everywhere is the crackling sound of burning wood, filled with a withered and chilling atmosphere.

Countless people, old and young, men and women, all died in the crackling.

Hundreds of people in the palace probably didn't know that their good prince planned to set fire, and died in the fire without knowing it. Maybe he resented the wrong person before he died, and finally became one of the lives that Xuanbei should pay back.

They are the most innocent and the most pitiful.

Ignorant dead.

Looking at it, Yu Zijin felt that he should be thankful that he was still alive and kicking.

"Yu Zijin!"

Someone is calling.

Yu Zijin turned his head to look in a daze, and his glance seemed to have been frozen for thousands of years.

"Xuanbei!"

The first time he saw the blurry human figure clearly, he knew it was Xuanbei who he hadn't seen in a day, and all fears and doubts were swept away.He immediately burst into a bright and innocent smile like a flower, and happily ran towards Xuanbei.

The hot wind whizzed by, and he plunged into his arms like a bird.

"Xuanbei Xuanbei!"

Yu Zijin yelled with a smile, with a clear voice, wrapped his arms around his neck affectionately, and rubbed against his cold face twice.

Xuanbei didn't answer him.

——Why ignore it?

Feeling weird, Yu Zijin let go of his hand, and looked around, Xuanbei's arms were tightly wrapped around him, as if trembling slightly.The thin lips are tight, the beautiful black eyes are full of red blood, and the eye circles are red, almost as if they have cried secretly.The expression is obscure and cannot be interpreted.

Yu Zijin was not afraid of the sky and the earth. Facing the mountains of swords, fire and seas of Gu Xiala, he was born lacking a muscle of fear of death. No matter what he faced, he was not afraid of anything. I cried a lot for my life.It's always just a ghost with two eyes open, curiously looking at people's good and bad, good and evil, seeing all kinds of people's deeds, right as watching a show, and then forgetting when they turn their heads.

But only then did he realize that he was not afraid, and someone would be afraid for him.

No, no, it is precisely because he is not afraid, Xuanbei likes him so much, so he is doubly afraid of him.

I was afraid day and night, I was afraid from the moment Yu Zijin was abducted by Gu Xiala. I was afraid that he would not eat well, drink well, sleep well, that he would be bullied and hurt, that he would be mischievous and provoke me without knowing what he meant. Angry Shara caused a fatal disaster.

Xuanbei was afraid of becoming like this.

It's not like Xuanbei's fear.

So Yu Zijin felt a rare guilty conscience, touched his nose dryly, hugged Xuanbei again, and softly whispered in his ear, "Don't be afraid, I'm fine."

"I don't even eat Gushara's cakes, nothing happens."

Xuan Bei, who came back to his senses, darkened, and glanced at him coldly.

Bad bad bad.

This is what it means to settle accounts.

The two eyeballs wandered around, and it was inevitable to be taught and scolded. Yu Zijin pointed to his neck decisively, "Someone is going to kill me. Look, I was cut, and it hurts to death."

"There's also the back." With both hands struggling to reach the back, he exaggeratedly drew a long line, "It's Yingzhen's elder brother, he is very fierce, he cut me with a sword. If it wasn't for the wood, I would have died. "

Seeing that Xuanbei's face softened slightly, Yu Zijin continued his efforts, complaining with his mouth pursed, "I miss you so much. Gushara said, if you don't come to rescue me in five days, he will kill me."

"He dares—"

Xuanbei's face was full of killing spirit.

"Where's my brother?"

Yu Zijin thought of another thing that was more important than avoiding scolding, stretched his neck and looked around to see Yu Qingan, and could not help whispering in a low voice: "Gu Xiala said that he planned it with his brother, see if you are right?" A good king. Now that you are here, Gushara is not dead yet, and my brother may join him."

I thought Xuanbei would be surprised, but I didn't expect him to not lift his eyelids.

"You know all about it?"

Yu Zijin tilted his head and asked, poking Xuanbei's face.

Xuan Bei grabbed his hand and said in a low voice, "I'll teach you a lesson when I return to the palace."

The long and narrow eyes are sharp and compelling.

It still seems hard to escape.

Yu Zijin puffed his face, like a round ball, leaning on Xuanbei's body sullenly, thinking about how to avoid being taught a lesson.

Xuanbei remained motionless, staring at the palace with deep eyes, his side face was as thin as a blade, which made people feel frightened.

Neither put out fires nor save lives.

That night, the fire in the palace burned until dawn.

The fire was very bright and fierce, as if it foreshadowed the stormy city of Shangjing.

The author has something to say:

Yu Zijin: I don’t understand you guys

Innocent people who died tragically: We don’t understand either