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Since ancient times, the change of dynasties will inevitably set off a bloodbath.

In the Southern Dynasty in July, soaked in gloom, the previous emperors ran out of fuel, and the grand drama of the third prince Li Zhiying and the seventh prince Li Zhiyuan kicked off.

For half a month, the weather in the Southern Dynasties never cleared up, and the people lived their lives tremblingly. They didn't necessarily care much about who would ascend to the throne, but only worried about whether the rice that was about to mature could be harvested smoothly.

As August approached, the late emperor died of illness, and the whole country mourned, but before the late emperor could rest in peace, the elite soldiers led by the two princes pressed into the imperial city step by step.

In an instant, the roar of the horses tore through the sky, and the crisp sound of weapons colliding resounded throughout the imperial city. The most terrifying thing was the continuous wailing, which lingered for a long time, shrouding Nanchao in the shadow of death.

The rain washed away the thick blood that spread all over the ground in the Southern Dynasty, and dyed the creeks along the road red. This was an unprecedented battle for the throne. The two princes did not care about their blood relatives, but they seemed to have blood feuds, and they were bound to kill each other. under the cooler.

As the sun rose in the east, the sound of the battle gradually faded away, and the blood-stained military flag of the third prince Li Zhiying was thrown down from the imperial city like tatters, announcing the end of the mighty battle for the throne that lasted three hours.

The bloody smell in the air spread from the gate of the imperial city all the way to the dark dungeon, and the smell of decay and mold was even more disgusting.

In the depths of the dungeon, a lamp was still burning, glowing with luxuriant brilliance, barely illuminating the thin figure imprisoned in the prison.

Since Chen Jingyu was imprisoned here, every time the sun rose and the moon set, he carved a mark on the wall with stones. He quietly listened to the sound of soldiers floating from a distance, from clear to faint until he could no longer hear the sound , Looking at a little sunflower showing through the stone wall, I picked up a stone and carved another stroke on the wall.

32 traces.

He has been locked in this dark dungeon for 32 days.

Who won?

Li Zhiying is still Li Zhiyuan.

He was not sure, but what he knew was that no matter who held the power, he would not end well.

Now that things are going on, Chen Jingyu is no longer flustered. After all, he will only die. I only hope that his two brothers can remember their past friendship and not anger the Chen family.

Waiting is the longest torture, until Chen Jingyu carved another stroke on the wall, he finally waited for someone—Cai Zhuo, Li Zhiyuan's confidant.

It was Li Zhiyuan who won.

Chen Jingyu wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

Although Chen Jingyu didn't suffer physically from the prison life in January, he still lost a lot of weight. The moment Cai Zhuo saw him, he almost couldn't recognize him.

In his impression, this seventh imperial concubine was always like a green bamboo, with a touch of alienation and coldness, she also smiled, but the smile couldn't catch his eyes, but he saw his sincere smile once, it seemed like two years ago, The Seventh Prince gave him a little white dog, and he loved it so much that he rolled his eyes and smiled while holding the puppy.

It's good-looking, no wonder the Seventh Prince fell in love with him at first sight.

Cai Zhuo was a little dazed, only two years later, the world turned upside down, the seventh prince who had no interest in politics became the new emperor, the little white dog fell into the lake and drowned, and the seventh concubine was imprisoned. Thinking of this, Cai Zhuo told Chen The pity in Jingyu's heart disappeared immediately.

It was this frail-looking man in front of him who disturbed the situation and caused the Seventh Prince Li Zhiyuan's temperament to change drastically, and he wanted to fight for the throne no matter what the cost.

It is said that a beauty is a disaster, according to Cai Zhuo, a blue face can also overthrow the imperial court.

Before Cai Zhuo could speak, Chen Jingyu raised his eyes. He looked deserted, but his eyes seemed to be filled with water. Even in such a situation, he was inexplicably affectionate. He hadn't spoken for a long time. Chen Jingyu Yu's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, "He asked you to come?"

Chen Jingyu knew that Cai Zhuo hated him, hated him for betraying Li Zhiyuan, hated him for making that innocent and kind seventh prince stained with blood, falling into Cai Zhuo's hands would not be better than falling into Li Zhiyuan's hands, fearing that he would have to fade away. Layers of skin.

He only begged Li Zhiyuan to give him a good time.

Cai Zhuo remained silent for a long while, and there was no desire to help Li Zhiyuan ascend the throne in his eyes, only traces of disgust pierced Chen Jingyu, then slowly took out a dagger from his cuff, threw it at Chen Jingyu's feet, and said bluntly, " Is it me, or are you going to kill yourself?"

Chen Jingyu looked at the cold weapon under his feet, with a sharp light, he did not know how many people's blood he had eaten, and now he would become one of the souls whose lives were taken by this dagger.

It's just this way of dying, he is somewhat grateful to Li Zhiyuan.

I thought that if it wasn't Ling Chi, it would have to be divided into five horses, but Li Zhiyuan was merciful and let him go with dignity.

Although it is summer, the prison is gloomy. Chen Jingyu has been in the prison for a long time, and his body is stained with moisture. His bones hurt when he moves. He wants to bend down to pick up the dagger, but his feet go limp and he falls straight When I got to the ground, my knees hurt so much.

Chen Jingyu stretched out his dirty five fingers, and tightly grasped the handle of the knife. He looked up at Cai Zhuo again, and managed to force a smile, "General Cai, I have one more merciless request."

Cai Zhuo looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

"Please bring him a word, just say it," Chen Jingyu actually wanted to say a lot to him, but when the words came to his mouth, they stuck like thorns and couldn't get out, and finally only one sentence, "Just say it I respectfully wish Your Majesty to sit in the mountains and rivers, and thank Your Majesty for granting my death."

Cai Zhuo's expression changed instantly.

Chen Jingyu didn't want to identify it again, his five fingers were getting tighter and tighter, and the past was like a picture scroll in his mind.

"My name is Li Zhiyuan, and I am the Seventh Prince of the Southern Dynasty. You should know me."

"If you don't know me, take a good look at me now, and remember firmly, you must say hello to me when you see me in the future."

"Chen Jingyu, don't go so fast, wait for me."

"I mean, I mean, I like you, and you, don't you have a little affection for me?"

"I want to marry you."

……

Li Zhiyuan's voice lingered in his ears, and finally converged into four words that pierced his ears.

"You betrayed me."

With the knife raised, Chen Jingyu stabbed towards the neck without hesitation.

He should have died just like that, the coldness of the weapon could barely scratch the thin skin surface, there was a sharp pain in his wrist, and the dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound when it couldn't grasp it.

A bloodstain appeared on his neck after he knew it, dyeing his fair complexion red.

Just a little bit, he will be able to escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

Chen Jingyu was paralyzed and sat on the ground. He looked up in a daze, and saw two more torches in the originally dark dungeon, illuminating the surroundings like daylight. From the light and shadow, a tall silhouette gradually appeared—— —Purple robe and jade crown, like a nine-day immortal descending to the suffering place in the world.

"Cai Zhuo, you are so courageous, you dare to deal with the imperial court's felon without authorization."

However, after not seeing each other for a month, Chen Jingyu caught the difference in this voice, and with just a light sentence, it was as if divine power descended, making the small prison no longer able to breathe.

Chen Jingyu didn't even have the courage to look up, his limbs began to tremble, his legs were so numb that he couldn't even kneel down, and he closed his eyes, the ends of which were so moist that they seemed ready to shed tears.

A pair of black-faced golden boots came before him.

Chen Jingyu finally raised his neck tremblingly. He saw clearly the face he had been dreaming of. He saw the noble new emperor of the Southern Dynasty. He clearly had the same face, but he couldn't see that the past would be tired in his arms. The slightest shadow of Li Zhiyuan laughing heartily.

It's changed, everything has changed, it's him who created the current situation with his own hands.

Chen Jingyu was dizzy, and before he lost consciousness, he heard a sentence that was as cold as fiery, "Chen Jingyu, I will not let you die, I will keep your life, and let you pay what you owe me, who bullies me, If you lie to me, pay off one by one."

Between the cold and the heat, Chen Jingyu saw the figure in the purple robe getting farther and farther away. He wanted to reach out to grab it, but he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

Li Zhiyuan... Li Zhiyuan...

It was he who betrayed first, and he deserved what he deserved.

Only, he didn't dare to tell Li Zhiyuan that his smile was real, his desire to marry you was real, and his love was also real.

He was only afraid that Li Zhiyuan would not believe him.

The author says:

I'm here again hehe