battle between good and evil

In the solemn and solemn palace, every palace is resplendent and resplendent. Because of the strict rules, no one will make any noise, so most of the time, the palace is silent and oppressive.

"Come here." When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was in a completely strange place, and although there was a memory in his mind, the strong sense of disobedience let him know that it was not his memory, but the physical The incoordination also clearly told him that this was not his body.

"His Royal Highness!" Two maids in light green dresses gently pushed the door in after hearing the voice. Through the hazy screen, he could see more than [-] court ladies in green dresses standing outside the door. A servant of clothes.

"I want to take a bath! You step back." Because he didn't know what his name was, and he couldn't live without a name, so he directly used the name "Si Ling" that he remembered.

In my memory, he is His Royal Highness Si Ling, the crown prince of the Sichen Empire. This year, his father, the emperor of the Sichen Empire, died 18 years ago, and his body is getting thinner and thinner. Now he is only at the end of his strength.

If it wasn't for the purpose of leading Da Si Ling and training Si Ling to become the king of a country, he would have followed the empress long ago.

Now that Si Ling has grown up, he has completely let go of his concern for Si Ling, so in just half a month, his father has been bedridden. According to the imperial doctor, his father has run out of fuel, It's just a few days of work.

Before, Si Ling couldn't wake up because he was too busy to touch the ground for several days because of the heavy burden of the entire empire.

As a result, a core has been replaced inside.

"His Royal Highness, the soup pond has been prepared, please move the prince." The two maids in light green dresses just now replied.

"Well, lead the way." After walking out of the gate, he walked around the corridor and arrived at his soup pool not long after. The steaming steam filled the whole room. Because of the existence of floor heating, even in the early spring now, it is not cold. Warm.

Just when the two maids were about to wait for him to undress and take a bath, Si Ling felt disgusted unconsciously after they approached, avoided their hands, and told them to back down.

"No one is allowed to come in without my palace's order!" As soon as Si Ling's order was given, the two maids bowed and left the hall, closed the door, and dispatched a team of guards to guard outside the hall. Obviously their positions Not low, otherwise it would be impossible to mobilize the palace guards.

Si Ling, who was left alone again, looked around unaccustomedly, he always felt that something was missing, as if there should be something beside him.

The warm spring water relieves physical fatigue, but the spirit is always unsatisfied and feels a little irritable.

So it didn't take long to get dressed and came out. Before returning to the dormitory, a man who was wearing a very light-colored Tsing Yi with only light blue patterns embroidered on the clothes came over halfway.

In the Sichen Empire, light colors are the most respected, among which white is the emperor, followed by silver, so the emperor wears a white and silver imperial robe, and the queen wears a white and silver skirt.

The prince can wear milky white or apricot white robes, only the belt is pure white, and it can be embroidered with silver patterns.

In addition, other people are not allowed to wear white or silver, and they will be punished as treason once found.

Silver is extremely scarce in this world, so all of it is offered to the royal family, and other people must never keep it privately, unless it is rewarded by the royal family and there is a record in the palace, otherwise it will be found out, which is a serious crime of treason.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty, please go over there." The man obviously has a high status, otherwise he would not be able to wear such light clothes, so Si Ling nodded lightly as he remembered, and walked towards the person in his memory under his guidance. Go to the emperor's bedroom.

"My son bows to my father." Si Ling saluted as he remembered, and before he finished saluting, his hand was held.

"Father?" Si Ling looked at the man with some doubts, but found that his face was extremely pale, and an idea popped up in his heart.

He can't survive three days!

"Nianjun, my father doesn't have much time. After my father leaves, you will succeed to the throne with the imperial edict under my father's couch. Now my father will hand over the jade seal and the Anbu in the emperor's hand to you first. You first subdue them. In this way, your succession will be smoother." After speaking, he took out a silver-white dragon-shaped jade pendant from his bosom and put it in Si Ling's hand.

"Father Emperor..." Si Ling didn't know what to say, so he could only call out the title that a man was expecting.

The man smiled with satisfaction, but he was really not in good spirits, so he could only wave his hand to let Si Ling leave, and he lay back on the bed with the help of his attendants, and fell asleep not long after.

After getting Anbu's token, he somehow eagerly wanted to go to Anbu as soon as possible, as if he would no longer feel empty and irritable after going, so Si Ling couldn't wait to come to Anbu.

Darkness is the constant color here, and the smell of blood lingers for a long time. The murderous aura that seems to be real in the darkness will make ordinary martial arts masters tremble with fear. Yes, panicked.

Si Ling calmly walked through the long passage, and came to a stone room that was lighted with a few candles. There was already a man wearing a mask waiting here. He should be about the same size as him, but his body The murderous and bloody smell was extremely strong, and the whole person was cold and without any emotional fluctuations.

Siling secretly observed this person. For some reason, he always had the urge to hold someone tightly in his arms and kiss him fiercely, but now he could only resist it. He is not the master of Anbu, and he can't express his wishes as he pleases, but soon, he can make this person his own.

Si Ling took out the Silver Dragon Token from his bosom, put it in the palm of his hand and handed it to him. He silently took the jade pendant from his hand, and lightly brushed his fingertips across his palm. Si Ling withdrew his hand and held it tightly. He stayed there, as if he wanted to leave the cool temperature of his fingertips just now.

"Si Yi kowtowed to meet the master." The young man knelt down on one knee and raised the jade pendant above his head, showing a tame look.

"Your name is Si Yi?"

"It's the master!" Si Yi couldn't see any emotion in his deep eyes, so he didn't know what kind of self-control he had to endure the churning emotions in Si Yi's heart at this moment.

"From now on, your name will be Si Yi!" Si Ling doesn't like the word "yi", he thinks only the word "yi" suits him best.

"Yes! Si Yi, thank you master for giving me the name!" A look of anticipation flashed across Si Yi's eyes, and his cold breath eased for a moment, and he didn't know what he was thinking of.

"From now on, you have to stay close to me and never leave. Leave other matters to An Yi, and you can make decisions." After Si Ling finished speaking, Si Yi's eyes softened a little, and he also smiled slightly , but I didn't realize it.