King's Solo

For ten years, more than one woman was driven crazy in the cold palace. He didn't know how he persisted.

He only knew that he owed the king, so by letting himself live in such a difficult and painful environment, his heart would not be suffocated in pain.

Standing in the corner of the tightly isolated cold palace, Hong Lin looked at the sky above his head, with a faint glint in his eyes.

That day, the sky was so cloudless.

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The 36 Jianlongwei who are still young sit neatly, expressing their aspirations like the king.

"Becoming a General"

"Recover the homeland of Liaodong."

"Practice martial arts diligently and protect His Highness."

The immature face of the young Hong Lin has not faded, and his sincere eyes are looking straight at the king, "I am willing to sacrifice my life for Your Highness, and I will not hesitate."

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Hong Lin walked slowly around the dark gray old palace wall alone.

I am willing to sacrifice my life for His Highness, at all costs...

This is the oath he swore when his king asked about them.

At that time Wang looked at him, the corners of his lips raised uncontrollably, and there was undisguised joy in his eyes.

At that time, he thought, more than sacrificing his life, he could do anything for the sake of the king's smile.

However, a series of changes made him fall into entanglement with the queen and indulge in the pleasure of the flesh. He has struggled, resisted, and repented.

On countless nights of sleeping with the king, he hugged the king helplessly, trying to draw the willpower to resist the desire from the king, but failed again and again.

As if stunned by a demon, he clearly thought of the king in his heart, but he couldn't resist the different happiness that belonged to a man from a woman.

Until the matter was revealed...the root of evil was cut off...

Only then did he suddenly wake up, how much he had done that made him hate it deeply.

Hong Lin has no regrets.

Don't regret deliberately getting close to Wang, deliberately attracting Wang's attention, deliberately making Wang fall in love with him.

He only regrets that he failed to persevere. Since he chose to be with the king, why should he covet the desire of a man?And why was the death of an irrelevant woman so lost and dazed?

As bad as him, in the end, Wang's heart was scarred and his heart was drowned in regret, and Wang's body was still living under the disease for ten years, and now there are only two months left...

Hong Lin stopped, smiled wryly, and touched the mottled skin of the upper palace wall with his fingers.

Ah...maybe Wang's tenderness is too intoxicating, making him

He got carried away, maybe the king's pampering was too indulgent, which made him not know what it meant.

Therefore, becoming a lowly eunuch, looking at doting on others, being cold to him, guarding the desolate cold palace, is the best forgiveness for him...

With no one to guide him, the imperial physician came to the king's bedroom alone, "Your Highness."

After a long time, a voice came from inside the house, "Come in."

As time fell silent, the imperial physician Ben's slightly condensed brows relaxed, and he pushed the door open and entered with ease.

The Jianlongwei on both sides were accustomed to this scene, and they still stood upright. It was common for the king to summon the imperial physician because of his health.

Coupled with the fact that Wang has more and more trust in the imperial physician, Wang allows the imperial physician not to care too much about etiquette.

They didn't realize that Li Taiyi spent more time with Wang than Park Shengji.

Wang inside the room was concentrating on revising the memorial, and the wide-opened black window let in the sunlight, casting a light and thin halo on Wang Du.

The imperial physician approached quietly, knelt and sat at the wide and long desk, and added rare spices to the dying incense burner.

After waiting for a long time, the king has no intention of stopping.

The imperial physician knelt down quietly, rubbing the ink for Wang, and did not make Wang uncomfortable with overly outrageous eyes, nor did he bother Wang for the pretext of looking out for Wang.

The objects in the picture of harmony and comfort are Wang and a gray-haired old man, which is really weird.

After grinding enough ink, the sun was already setting, and it was almost time for the king to eat dinner, but the king would not stop until the memorial was corrected. At that time, his own servants would come to persuade him.

The imperial doctor took out the king's silk clothes and put them on lightly, "Your Highness, can you give the jade pendant that you dropped into the water to this humble minister?"

Wang thought about it, but it wasn't something important, so he responded dispensably, "Yes."

The imperial physician's eyes lit up, and he quietly and gently closed the door and came out.

The absence of a person in the house has no effect on Wang at all, and he is still immersed in the memorial at the desk, tirelessly.

The sun recedes, the sun falls into an unknown abyss, and time is running out.

The imperial physician walked away from the king's palace step by step, walked into a dark corner as if nothing had happened, and in the blink of an eye, the real imperial physician disappeared.

There is no wind or rain, but there are delicate flower branches trembling slightly.

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The sun was setting in the west, and the flowers and plants in the yard were growing luxuriantly. One person stared at the delicate and beautiful flowers with wide eyes, lying in the flowers, overwhelming a large area.

The pervasive blood color added enchantment to the flowers. The young nobleman's throat was cut in half, twisted at an unnatural angle, and his face was still momentarily dazed.

A small team of Jianlongwei was gathering quickly, and the flowers and plants were trampled. This was the scene of a murder.

"Captain, nothing unusual was found."

Park Seung-ki, who was squatting on the ground to observe the murdered person, frowned when he heard what his subordinates had found, "The one who was killed was either a high-ranking official who oppressed the people, or a son of a nobleman who liked to make waves. The murderer was probably presumptuous. "Punish the evil and promote the good"."

Why would he investigate the murder case in the imperial city?Just because this murderer killed too many people, he not only got away with it all the time, but even killed people in the palace.

Officials of the previous dynasty were killed in the palace, but no one found the murderer. People inside and outside the imperial city were in panic, and he couldn't ignore it.

More importantly, the palace can come and go without anyone noticing. If the murderer is not eliminated, how can the king's safety be guaranteed?

Staring at the congealed blood on the neck of the deceased, Park Seung-ki stretched out his hand and waved it left and right, "The weapons and even the techniques used to kill people are the same, but the angle of the wound caused by the sharp weapon entering the body is different, which shows that all the murders are not the same person. The murderer must have accomplices."

The Jianlong Guards were silent, and they didn't dare to disturb Captain Park's meditation.

"Who!"

Park Seung-ki stood up abruptly, shouting angrily at the thick bushes hiding outside the wall.

The Jianlong guards held the handles of their swords in fright, and looked towards Park Shengji's line of sight. The bushes trembled, and only a black shadow flashed past.

"Chasing." Park Seung-ki rushed out first.