Reborn Prince Zhaoyang

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There is still a feeling of suffocation in the chest, and Zhaoyang is still breathing heavily with his thin lips open, as if no matter how much he breathes, he can't relieve the feeling of oppression in his chest!

"Qi Xuan, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Yanxi, I'll bring you medicine in a while. Don't worry, you'll be fine."

Zhou Yufeng comforted him, but Qi Xuan was about to suffocate, could it be because of his dilapidated body?Where is Yanxi? Why hasn't the medicine been prepared yet? !

"Uncle, I just had a dream." Zhaoyang stroked his chest slowly, and when the uncomfortable oppressive feeling disappeared, he slowly sat up and leaned against the head of the bed.

"Dream, is dreaming so scary?" Zhou Yufeng asked. When he just broke in, he thought that Zhaoyang would suffocate and die: "What kind of dream makes you so uncomfortable?"

"I saw a pair of eyes in my dream." Zhaoyang pondered his words, Zhou Yufeng had rich experience, maybe he would know why being stared at by someone's eyes made people unable to move.

"Dream about a pair of eyes?" Zhou Yufeng was puzzled. Was the dream about a pair of eyes related to his terror?

"Yes, just a pair of eyes, and those eyes stared at me, and then I was so stiff that I couldn't move, I couldn't even breathe."

Zhaoyang didn't say that it was the water in the lotus pond that made him almost suffocate, because he said it would make things more complicated, so he just didn't say it for the time being.

He couldn't explain why Prince Zhaoyang became Prince Yu Qixuan, even he still couldn't fully believe that he was not Prince Zhaoyang, but Prince Yu Qixuan.

"Prince Yu, that's soul-stirring." Zhou Yufeng didn't answer Zhaoyang's question, and what answered his question was a feast with soup and medicine.

"Spiritualism?!" Not only Zhaoyang, but Zhou Yufeng was also puzzled. Although he had rich experience, he had never been exposed to this kind of magic.

"Yes, it's soul-stirring technique." Yanxi walked in and handed the soup medicine in his hand to Zhaoyang who was sitting: "Prince Yu, please drink the medicine while it's hot."

Zhaoyang smelled a strong bitterness and fishy smell, so he still silently drank a bowl of extremely bitter, astringent, and fishy smell soup, without leaving a drop.

He felt that the current body was too weak and dilapidated. Although he lamented being reborn in such a terrible body, he didn't complain. Perhaps God had his own intentions in allowing him to be reborn.

If he had any feelings, he just felt a little sorry for Qi Xuan, he stole Qi Xuan's body, and he didn't know where Qi Xuan was?

If Qi Xuan also snatched his body, how would they get it back?Zhaoyang's heart was full of thoughts, and his face showed a dignified look.

"Spiritualism is a kind of sorcery practiced by people in Jianghu. Their weapons are their eyes. If you look directly into their eyes for a certain period of time, you will be completely paralyzed and unable to move. If you look at them directly, you will be killed by them."

Yanxi saw that Zhaoyang didn't complain about drinking the bitter medicine, and he changed his mind a bit. This Prince Yu is not completely hopeless, at least before he is hopeless, he has awakened and worked hard to change. .

However, this medicine can only maintain Zhaoyang's body and will not continue to be dilapidated. If he wants to survive, he must find his master Yanzi.

This is a difficult problem. His master's whereabouts are uncertain. If Prince Yu wants to survive, it depends on his fortune.

"Inspirituality?" Zhaoyang murmured, the man in black that night knew inspirituality, who wanted to deal with him, and even used magic?

"Prince Yu, now is not the time for you to worry about these things. It's just your dream. What you want to worry about now is your body. Do you know your body?"

Yanxi interrupted Zhaoyang's words. In his opinion, Zhaoyang should worry about his body instead of worrying about the soul-stirring technique he saw in his dream!

"It's very bad, isn't it? This king also feels it. Is there no cure?" Zhaoyang smiled bitterly. If there is really no cure, God really played a big joke on him, and it is very difficult for him to be reborn. Do you want to take back this body soon?

"Yes, it's very bad. Lord Yu, you have accumulated dozens of toxins in your body, which have invaded and ruined your body. Also, Lord Yu, your premature dabbling in lust has also ruined your body prematurely. It is because you have not restrained yourself that you were emptied of your body today. It is impossible to cure it, and it is very difficult to survive, but I can do nothing. I can only do my best to prevent your body from continuing to deteriorate, but It will be very painful. Your body is like a dead wood. It looks bright on the outside, but it is rotten inside. If you take medicine, you will experience unexpected pain, because all medicines have three parts of poison, and this three parts of poison may be in the body of other people. It’s nothing, but it will accumulate in your body, do you still want me to treat it?”

It's not that Yanxi is alarmist, but that Zhaoyang's body is really bad. If he doesn't eat a bowl of soup, the toxins in his body will increase, which will react with the toxins accumulated before.

"This king needs a diagnosis and treatment!" Zhaoyang answered decisively, without any hesitation!

"Then I will prescribe strong medicine." Yanxi said, and Zhaoyang nodded: "You just take medicine, no matter what kind of pain it is, I can persist."

If he can't persist, his rebirth will be meaningless, and he still has many doubts that cannot be solved, so even if this body is about to be hopeless, he can't give up.

"Go down and prepare, and prescribe again." Yanxi hurried out of the guest room, and looked back when she left the yard, "Prince Yu, can you persist? If you can persist in this kind of pain, Yanxi will admire you very much!

"Uncle, do you have something to say to me?" Zhaoyang waited for the banquet to go out before asking Zhou Yufeng who was hesitant to speak, and he was also a little nervous.

Are you going to talk about the attack on the prince? He will soon know whether the prince Zhaoyang is still alive or has completely disappeared.

Cen was sweating slightly in his palms, Zhaoyang didn't know what he was looking forward to in his heart, he only knew that his heart was a little messed up.

"Qi Xuan, actually, I came to Prince Yu's Mansion to tell you something." Zhou Yufeng thought for a while before speaking.

"Uncle, please tell me." Zhaoyang's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably, did Prince Zhaoyang really disappear? !

"The crown prince was attacked in the capital." Zhou Yufeng said slowly, Zhaoyang listened intently, he didn't even know that his hand was loosened, and his palm was sweating profusely.

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12, 12...

"The prince was attacked in the capital, His Majesty was furious, and ordered everyone in the prince's mansion to be buried." Zhou Yufeng looked solemn, and there were thousands of innocent souls in the prince's mansion.

"What, father, did you order everyone in the prince's mansion to be buried?!" Zhaoyang was shocked, and he unconsciously grabbed Zhou Yufeng's arm: "Uncle, why did father make such a decree, even if it is me... even if it is The prince was attacked, and everyone in the prince's mansion should not be implicated. They didn't expect the prince to be attacked, and they didn't want the prince to be attacked!"

Shock and guilt welled up in Zhaoyang's heart at the same time, father, gentle father, how could he make such a decree!

If he was reborn in the capital, would he be able to prevent this disaster? !

No, can't!Zhaoyang smiled wryly and shook his head, even if he was reborn in the capital, it would not help, because now he is no longer Prince Zhaoyang.

Even if he stood in front of his father, his father would not admit that he belonged to Prince Zhaoyang. He has changed, completely changed!

This face was not Prince Zhaoyang's face either, the wry smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, Prince Zhaoyang's hand caressed his face, his eyes were turbulent.

"Qi Xuan, do you also think that His Majesty's will is inappropriate?" Zhou Yufeng felt a little more satisfied with Qi Xuan.

There are only a few people who can tell that Emperor Wu's will is inappropriate, others just think about it in their hearts, and some don't even dare to think about it in their hearts.

Qi Xuan was able to speak out, which made him very gratified. It seems that although Qi Xuan was not up to date before, she is changing little by little now.

"Yes, although the son doesn't say anything about the father's fault, but this time he has too much involvement..." Zhaoyang felt sorry for him, everyone in the Prince's Mansion was right, the wrong thing was to serve him in the Prince's Mansion.

"This is just the first time..." After finally finding someone who had the same opinion as him, he naturally wanted to talk to him to relieve his depression.

"Uncle, is there anything else to say?!" Zhaoyang exclaimed, isn't it enough for everyone in the Prince's Mansion to be buried with him? !

"Who else is involved, uncle?"

"The princesses of the royal family, as well as Concubine Lu, and several side concubines were all given three-foot white silk and strangled to death just for His Majesty's criticism of the Crown Prince!"

Zhou Yufeng said sadly, half for the prince who was innocently implicated, and half for the innocent victim.

"I heard that Concubine Lu already has a young son in her stomach, and Her Majesty has no mercy."

Zhaoyang's complexion changed drastically, and the hand holding Zhou Yufeng's arm unconsciously exerted force: "Father, why did it become like this? Why...?"

Was it because of the attack on Prince Zhaoyang that Emperor Wu's temperament changed drastically, so that there were the first and second innocent victims?

Father, it shouldn't be like this...

Zhaoyang stared straight at a certain place, then slowly fell back, why, why, Father? !

"Qi Xuan!" Zhou Yufeng saw Zhaoyang suddenly fell back, and quickly helped him up: "Why can't you bear these words so much!"

"Ahem..." Zhaoyang coughed again and again, streaks of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and dripped down his chin. He held Zhou Yufeng's hand tightly, but he had fallen into a coma with his eyes wide open.

"Banquet!" Zhou Yufeng couldn't help being shocked when he saw Zhaoyang coughing up blood.