Reborn Prince built

Breathing the air, he pulled the bow out of his neck.

Yuchi Jingde helped Li Shimin up, and when he looked back, Li Yuanji was hit by an arrow in the chest and fell to the side.Judging by the color of the arrow feathers, it is undoubtedly Yuchi Jingde's arrow.

The prince's subordinates have already retreated, only two followers escaped, according to their loyalty to the prince, they should return to the East Palace to rescue soldiers, but the prince is dead, what's the use of rescue soldiers?

At the right time, a gap was suddenly opened in the dark cloud-covered sky, and golden light poured down from the gap, sweeping away the haze just now, and shining in the Xuanwu Gate.

"Auspiciousness descended from the sky..." Someone in the group of soldiers said so, and then all the soldiers cheered.

However, Li Shimin was a little bit happy, walked slowly to the side of the dead Li Jiancheng's body, and knelt down.

The dazzling golden light hurt his eyes, Li Jiancheng wanted to close his eyes, but found that he could not move an inch, only then did he remember that when he fell off the horse just now, he was already dead.I have also heard people say that after death, the soul will not leave the body immediately, but will stay in the body for a period of time, so as to see how the family members grieved after their death.

Li Shimin touched his cheek with his cold fingertips, if he could move at this moment, he would have shaken him away, it was just hypocrisy, hypocrisy and compassion.

He looked at Li Shimin in front of him, the younger brother he grew up with, the younger brother he wished to hold in his hand and dote on, he shot the arrow so simply, he wondered if he felt any regrets when he shot the arrow.

But now, towards him, a person who even killed his own brother, there is only resentment in his heart, even though his eyes are full of grief.The brotherhood is not worth a throne.Thinking about it, the emperors of all dynasties did not ascend to the throne by stepping on the corpses of their brothers.It's because I think too naively that I can't blame others.

"His Royal Highness Qin Wang," Chang He came down from the Xuanwu Gate, and said, "The people from the East Palace and Prince Qi's Mansion are about to arrive, and I'm afraid they will come in."

Li Shimin knelt in front of Li Jiancheng's body without moving, his armor gleaming in the sunlight.

It turned out that Chang He defected to Li Shimin's side, Li Jiancheng thought, no wonder there was no imperial guard on the way.

"His Royal Highness King Qin, please order." Yuchi said respectfully.

Li Shimin still didn't move.

In fact, if there was a real fight, even if everyone on the Qin Palace's side fought against ten each, they would not be able to defeat the troops from the East Palace and the Qi Palace.However, King Qin remained silent, and the situation was not good.Yuchi Jingde gritted his teeth, grabbed the saber from a soldier next to him, cut off Li Yuanji's head, held it in his hand, walked to Li Jiancheng's body, and cut off Li Jiancheng's head.

Warm blood spurted onto Li Shimin's face, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Yuchi Jingde handed the two heads to Chang He, and told Chang He, "Hang the two heads on the door and let the people in the East Palace and Prince Qi's Mansion see. The leader is dead, and the people below will disperse."

Chang He took the order, carried two heads to the Xuanwu Gate, and hung the heads on the wall.

Out of the corner of Li Jiancheng's eyes, he could barely see Li Yuanji, with loose hair and bloody face, his eyes were not closed until he died, and he thought he looked like this too.

He asked himself the most regretful thing he has ever done in his life, which was believing in Li Shimin and thus killing Yuan Ji.

If there is an afterlife, if they meet Li Shimin again, they will become enemies when they meet.

If there is an afterlife, when we meet Yuanji again, we must treat him kindly.

If there is an afterlife...if there is an afterlife...

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like a dream

When he opened his eyes, Li Jiancheng only felt a splitting headache.

His eyes were blurred, and he vaguely saw the stone-blue bed curtain half-hanging. He subconsciously touched his neck. The tentacles were smooth and soft, and he could even touch the rapid beating pulse on the side of the neck.

How is this going?

He clearly remembered that he had been shot through the larynx by his beloved brother, his head was chopped off, and hung high on the Xuanwu gate, and he even remembered clearly the appearance of Yuan Ji who died tragically with him.

But now...

Li Jiancheng was at a loss for a long time, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear. The room was simply furnished, the door was closed, and the sky light coming in through the window paper, it was about evening.

For some reason, the layout of this room made him feel a little familiar and reassuring. He tried his best to think, but his temples hurt so badly that he frowned and almost moaned.

While he was feeling uncomfortable, the door was suddenly pushed open, and he turned his head immediately. The violent movement resulted in an even more severe headache. Enduring the pain, he raised his eyes and saw the girl who opened the door and came in with knots on her hair. Wearing a plain silk ribbon, she held a tray in her hand, and on the tray was a small blue bowl. When she saw him, she raised her eyebrows and smiled, "I finally woke up."

He was startled, then opened his eyes wide in disbelief, looking at the girl's familiar eyebrows, his lips twitched for a while, before he murmured: "Xiu Ning?"

"Who else is it if it's not me?" Li Xiuning put down the tray, pushed him in unceremoniously, but carefully tucked the corner of the quilt for him, and gave him a helpless look, "Look at your pale face, here , I'm here to bring you food."

After finishing speaking, he stuffed the porridge bowl into his hand again, although the movement was strong but very light, "Aniang said, if you wake up, you can only eat some light food."

Li Jiancheng's back was stiff, the porridge bowl was still warm in his hand, and Xiuning in front of him still had a childish look, as if she was eleven or twelve years old.He rubbed the wall of the bowl, pondered over the current situation, pondered for a long while but couldn't come to a conclusion, finally couldn't hold back, and asked in a low voice: "Xiu Ning, how is your lord?"

Xiu Ning was startled, her angry expression subsided, and she said after a while: "I'm dead, what happened this morning." She put her hand on his forehead, feeling that it wasn't as hot as yesterday, lol He also gained some energy, and said: "Take care of your body first, how old you are, you still kick the quilt at night."

The emperor... has passed away, Xiu Ning who is eleven or twelve years old, the familiar room, all of this...

Li Jiancheng remained silent and began to drink the porridge slowly. He frowned and was speechless for a while, not knowing what was going on in his heart.

Seeing that there was nothing serious, Li Xiuning gave a few more instructions and went out.

As soon as the door was closed, Li Jiancheng seemed unable to hold the small porridge bowl, and hurriedly put the bowl aside.Then he repeatedly looked at his white hands that were somewhat transparent in a daze.

There are no marks of swords and guns left by years of war in these hands, and there is a thin callus on the outside of the index finger, which is due to holding the pen all the year round.

"This, could it be true..." He put down his hand, his tone was still surprised and dazed, "It's the fourth year of Renshou?"

He leaned against the bedside quietly, after a while, he brought the porridge bowl over again, and finished the porridge one gulp, his deep eyes made people unable to figure it out.

He slept for a while, and when he woke up again, it was dawn. He felt much better. Li Jiancheng felt cold sweat on his neck, and his underwear was half wet, so he got out of bed and wanted to call someone to prepare water for a bath.

As soon as the door was opened, a little man fell in. He had just recovered from typhoid fever, and he didn't have any strength yet. He was thrown by this little guy, and he sat down with him on the ground.

This fall caused a dull pain in the bones, and before he recovered, he heard the immature child's voice calling repeatedly: "Big Brother, Big Brother, are you alright?"

Li Jiancheng couldn't be more familiar with this voice. He lowered his head and was stunned for a long time before raising his head to look directly at the person in front of him, doubtfully asking: "Shimin?"

"Well, it's me, that's great, I thought my brother was crazy." Five-year-old Li Shimin grabbed his skirt with his small hands, half lying on his body with a bright smile, responding to the warm sunshine, looking So naive.

Li Jiancheng carefully looked at the younger brother in front of him, from the doughy face to the fleshy chin, and then his gaze stayed on the warm and slender neck.He couldn't tell which was reality and which was a dream. If it was a dream now, how could someone who is clearly dead have a dream?If it was a dream that he was shot and killed by Li Shimin in front of the Xuanwu Gate, did he receive the favor of the gods and receive a revelation?

If, if he kills Shimin at this time, then everything after that will not happen, right?He remembered Li Shimin's cold eyes at that time, piercing his heart with an arrow, without even the slightest hesitation, Yuanji at that time, his face was covered with blood... the pain in his heart at that time, the... hatred in his heart at that time.

The hatred floated up from the bottom of his heart little by little. Li Jiancheng stretched out his hand unconsciously and grabbed Li Shimin's neck. The smile on Li Shimin's face didn't fade away, but it twisted into a painful pain. He struggled subconsciously, and he grasped Li Jiancheng's fingers weakly with his dimpled hands.

As long as you are dead, I will not die, and neither will Yuan Ji.The expression on Li Jiancheng's face is unprecedentedly fierce. Compared with Li Shimin, who has made many achievements in battle, he has always shown others with benevolence and harmony, but in his bones, he has no shortage of killing and decisiveness, especially when facing the person he hates the most in his life .

He looked at Li Shimin's painful eyes, but his eyes were as clear as water. Why did these clear eyes become indifferent... Even his own brother was not spared.

Seeing that Shimin's struggling strength gradually weakened, there was a loud "clang" sound, which drew back Li Jiancheng's cold eyes. A maid covered her mouth with a look of horror on her face. There were broken dishes on the ground. Food delivery.

Li Jiancheng let go, and let his younger brother curl up in pain, clutching his neck and coughing intermittently.

He narrowed his eyes pensively, looked at the maid who was shaking like chaff, and said after a while: "What did you see?" It was different from his usual spring breeze smile, this time it was extremely cold, As if one goes wrong, it may