Overwhelming mountains and rivers

With a gloomy face, Chu Xuanzhao stood in the hall without moving for a long time.

After a long time, the hall pillar in front of the door suddenly cracked and cracked.

Shen Qingjun rushed over after hearing the sound, "Chu Xuanzhao, what's wrong?"

Seeing that it was Shen Qingjun, Chu Xuanzhao withdrew his hand, and sat down on the chair weakly, "The purple jacquard pollen was found in the side hall, don't take the blame, and was imprisoned."

"How could this be?"

Sure enough.

Shen Qingjun didn't dare to say, he had already guessed the result.

With Mo Yi's temperament, once the emperor recognized Chu Xuanzhao, he would not let the emperor decide Chu Xuanzhao's crime even if he took the blame himself.

Guessed it, but he dared not say it.

The emperor is stupid, even if there are doubts, he can't listen to it, can't argue it, he only listens to the words he prefers in his heart.

Not for the truth, but just to give an explanation to my rotten heart.

Rather than saying who he would trust, it would be better to say that he only believed in himself.

There is no way to execute this matter, and there must be someone to fill in the "argument" of Emperor Yuan.

Either Chu Xuanzhao, or Mo Yi.

If Chu Xuanzhao was convicted, the entire palace would be overthrown, and one of them, Mo Yi, would naturally not be spared.If Mo Yi...

There is another way, to force the palace to rob the prison, but he knew that Chu Xuanzhao would never do it.

Therefore, he had no choice but to say nothing.

Chu Xuanzhao lowered his head, "Mr. Qing, I want to replace Mo Yi."

The result of Mo Yi's confession can be imagined.

Whether it is handed over to Dali Temple or handled by the royal family, there will be no good results.

Dali Temple, what is that place?It is not an exaggeration to say that it cannibalize people without spitting out their bones.Not to mention pleading guilty, even if a good person goes in, even if he is innocent in the end, this person is basically useless.

Not to mention the royal family, for the sake of face, the emperor might not make it public about the matter of the inner curtains of the palace, so he should leave it to the princes to deal with. In this matter, he will be asked to avoid suspicion, so only Chu Xuanqing is left.

Chu Xuanqing originally wanted to put himself to death, but now Mo Yiyi took the blame. His resentment towards Mo Yi can be imagined.Once Mo Yi was in his hands... Chu Xuanzhao punched his head a few times, he didn't dare to think about it.

"Switch out? You said it lightly. If you go in, don't say it's Mo Yi, the whole palace will suffer."

Chu Xuanzhao was silent.

"Qingjun, I was wondering if I was wrong."

"what?"

"I want the throne, I want the world, but for this, I have to make others bear the burden for me. If I am still that romantic prince, if I don't confront Chu Xuanqing, will Mo Yi be fine? I always thought that What I did was right, but now, I think, whether I was right or wrong, what did I do for my own selfishness. "

"This road is not easy to walk. This road is full of blood, and this blood can never be just other people's blood. You should have this kind of awareness from the very beginning." Shen Qingjun had just arrived in the capital. , I told him that he doesn't care about small things, it's a difficult road to walk, and the "small things" he gave up may be a result or judgment, or it may be the life of an innocent person.

Just like what he said at the beginning, not everything in this world can be clearly distinguished in black and white in the end, there is no need to be demanding, only the overall situation is the most important, don't forget what you want in the end.

To get something, you have to give something.

Just like Chu Xuanlin lost Lu Shihuai, mother, queen, concubine and children, and even lost their lives in the end, just like Chu Xuanqing lost Wang Yue, lost He Yan, siblings never met again...

The road to the throne has never been easy since ancient times.

If you are not careful, you will have nothing.

"You, you should learn a thing or two from King Teng." Shen Qingjun spoke with deliberation.

Chu Xuanzhao suddenly turned his head to look at him, "Study? What do you learn from him? Learn from him to be ruthless, learn from him to use unscrupulous means, or learn from his indifference to the downfall of his opponents? Did you feel that you and him are the only ones along the way?" ?”

Like him, he can give or take what he can, and is cold-hearted.

As far as this matter is concerned, for Chu Xuanqing, if Chu Xuanzhao judges it from a fair point of view, it can be summed up in one word-his means are not ingenious, and his intentions are not malicious.

"At least he is more decisive than you in doing things, at least once he has a plan, he will calm down, at least he will not look forward and backward in everything. At least," Shen Qingjun took a breath, "at least when he is frustrated, he will not be like you Now I doubt my original intention like this.”

Chu Xuanzhao stood up abruptly, breathing a little unsteadily, "Since you are so optimistic about him, why do you still come to help me? Isn't it better to help him! Why do you still agree to help me, this trash!?"

Chu Xuanzhao also couldn't tell whether it was the hatred for Chu Xuanqing who ruined Mo Yi, or the jealousy because of Shen Qingjun's favor for him.

Shen Qingjun stood up and walked away.

Chu Xuanzhao panicked, and grabbed his wrist tightly with one hand, "Where are you going!"

"My lord needs to calm down. I'll wait for my lord to calm down before coming here."

While the two were arguing, Feng Er hurried in, "My lord! Something is wrong, and my subordinates got the news that Chu Xuanqing entered the palace overnight. I am afraid that the emperor will hand over Mo Yi to him for judgment!"

"Heh~, Chu Xuanqing!" Chu Xuanzhao lost all strength and sat back on the chair heavily, holding Shen Qingjun's hand and hanging down weakly, "...I am useless, I can't even protect myself .”

Shen Qingjun turned to Feng Er, and said softly, "You go down first."

………………

In the dark dungeon, it looks even darker at night, like a beast that swallows people down.

In the darkness, a dim yellow flame suddenly lit up.

As the flames approached, the sound of boots hitting the ground gradually reached my ears.

Mo Yifei lifted his head up, and turned away when he saw who was coming.

It was Chu Xuanqing.

Chu Xuanqing stood still in front of the cell door, bent down and shook the lantern in his hand towards Mo Yi's face, "Mo Yi, right?"

Mo said nothing.

"Who killed the emperor's heir? As long as you say it, no matter what the result is, I will keep you safe and sound." Chu Xuanqing straightened up and looked at him condescendingly.

"I've said it many times, it was me who murdered the emperor's heir."

Chu Xuanqing opened the prison door with one hand, and the chain fell to the ground with a clatter, "You cannot bear the responsibility of murdering the emperor's heir. I advise you to think carefully about how to tell the 'truth', without losing your life."

"The truth is, Prince Teng knows better than Mo Yi."

Chu Xuanqing raised her head and chuckled, then looked down at Mo Yi again, "This king is indeed clear. It's a pity that the emperor is not clear, so this king came to interrogate you."

"Hi~"

Chu Xuanqing poked the stick wound on his back with his fingers, "It hurts, right?"

Mo Yi gritted his teeth and swallowed all the pain in his mouth.

Chu Xuanqing leaned into his ear, "Is it worth it?"

"value……"

"You never change your mind?"

"Never... ah!"

Chu Xuanqing pulled the chain off the ground and slammed it heavily on Mo Yi's scarred back, "I don't want you to!"

In an instant, the blood color became bigger again, and cold sweat dripped from Mo Yi's forehead, mixed with the blood and mud.

Seeing him bowing his head, Chu Xuanqing wrapped the chain around his neck and pulled his face closer, "You lowly thing, dare to ruin this king's good deeds! This king wants to see if you are really so Not afraid of death!"

Mo Yi's face turned red in an instant, and he grabbed the chain firmly with his hands, struggling non-stop.

Chu Xuanqing shook his hand suddenly, Mo Yi felt his throat loosen, and fell heavily to the ground with the chain hanging around his neck.

Land on your back.

The pain was stuck in his swollen throat, and Mo Yi didn't move for a long time.

Chu Xuanqing fluttered her hands and squatted down in front of him, "Oh, I'm sorry, I let go. The king was annoyed just now, so he didn't stop his mouth. The words were a bit harsh... Are you still unwilling to change your words? Your master What's so good? Why don't you serve the king, how about it?"

"No, it's impossible."

"Since you are not willing, this king is not good at forcing others to make things difficult for you. However, what you committed is a capital crime. This king is ordered by the emperor to treat you well." Chu Xuanqing stood up and stood with his hands behind his back, "Do you want to die? Or martial arts?"

Mo Yi looked up suspiciously.

"Wen is dead, it's poisoned wine or white silk, you don't have to suffer, and your master will feel better when he sees you later. However, you have to tell me, what is the origin of that Mr. Mo Yuan, and what is the relationship with your master."

Mo Yi snorted and simply turned his head.

"There is another choice, Wu Shi. You don't say anything, and this king doesn't ask anything. Let's just endure it slowly, but I don't know, can you survive most of the night?"

…………

Chu Xuanzhao didn't sleep all night, pacing back and forth in the mansion.

After finally surviving until dawn and opening the gate of the mansion, it was another blow to the head.

When the door opened early in the morning, someone from King Teng brought a sack, saying it was a gift for King Xin, put down the sack and fled in a hurry.

Chu Xuanzhao looked at the sack and knew what it was without opening it.

Chu Xuanzhao squatted down and reached for the sack with trembling hands. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't untie the rope for a long time.

It was Shen Qingjun who stepped forward and cut the rope.

It is indeed Mo Yi.

The person had already lost his breath, with two bruises on his face, and even more bruises all over his body, almost completely bruised.

Shen Qingjun subconsciously turned his head to look at Chu Xuanzhao, wanting to comfort him.

But he found that Chu Xuanzhao's complexion had become neither sad nor happy.

Calm too much.

After a long while, he slowly wrapped Mo Yi's head around his arms, "Mo Yi, I'm the one who can't help you. I promise you, I will definitely make his death worse."

"Chu..." Shen Qingjun opened his mouth, but did not continue.

"I'm sorry, Qingjun, I want to be alone."

"…it is good."

…………

Mo Yi was arranged to have his body quietly buried that very day, and everyone in the family mourned.

For the whole day after that, Shen Qingjun didn't see Chu Xuanzhao.

In the middle of the night, Shen Qingjun couldn't sleep, so he simply got up, dressed, put on a fox cloak, opened the door and didn't call Qingzhu, and went to find Feng Er in the East Flower Hall where Feng Er was resting.

Feng Er is still not asleep.

His complexion is also very bad. After all, he and Mo Yi have worked together for many years. Although the two have different divisions of labor, they can't see each other when they look up. He doesn't think it's a big deal in fashion. Now that something happened to him, Feng Erfang feels that it's not a good feeling .

"Feng Er, he hasn't come back yet?"

Feng Er shook his head, "No. People in the mansion are not very nice during the day, we don't know if the prince is out, let alone where he went."

Shen Qingjun thought for a while and asked, "Where did you bury Mo Yi?"

"Willow forest in the western suburbs."

"Okay, I see. Take care of the mansion, I'll go out for a while."

Feng Er hastily opened his mouth to stop, "My lord! It's cold at night, the lord has told me not to let my lord catch the cold."

"I am fine."

The clear voice reverberated in the courtyard, and Feng Er felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the sound of the moon on the roof passed away, and there was no one in front of his eyes.

Feng Er came back to his senses, and realized for the first time that although Mr. Mo Yuan had an old illness, he was by no means a delicate and frail ordinary literati.

He is the son of Moyuan, but he is also the master of the Chenyin Pavilion.

He had also heard of the name of the Pavilion Master of Chenyin Pavilion to some extent before, but at that time, the saying in the Jianghu was that it was mysterious and murderous.

But ever since he met the person, until now, he still couldn't easily connect these eight characters with the elegant young master Mo Yuan in front of him.

…………

Shen Qingjun took advantage of the hazy moonlight all the way to Liulin in the western suburbs.

At this time, the leaves of the willow forest are almost gone, and the bare branches hang down one by one, like the scribbled hair of a dejected person.

Shen Qingjun stepped into the willow forest, before he could search carefully, he smelled a faint smell of alcohol.

He judged the direction from which the smell of alcohol was coming, and stepped up his pace.

……

"...Mo Yi, are you...are you blaming me?"

"Will you, will you drink?" Chu Xuanzhao tilted the wine bottle in his hand slightly, and spilled it dripping all over the floor.

"I...I'm not a good master..."

Chu Xuanzhao couldn't speak clearly, obviously he was a little confused from drinking.

Shen Qingjun stood far behind him and did not continue to move forward.

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Qingqing, you are too bad, no one will love you like this, and I am the only one left to love you, (づ￣3￣)づ!