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The night road was bleak, and the cold wind echoed between the palace walls like howling ghosts.

Chen Jingyu was firmly pressed by Li Zhiyuan on the walking chariot, unable to move, the silver charcoal in the house was burning brightly, he was not wearing enough clothes, and he had no time to add clothes, when the wind blew, he was so cold that he shivered, and instinctively turned to Li Zhiyuan beside him. Lean on for warmth.

Li Zhiyuan was so angry that he didn't notice Chen Jingyu's pale face.

The chariot shuttled through the red-brown palace walls, as if it would never end.

About two quarters of an hour later, the chariot stopped in front of a dilapidated palace courtyard.

This place is even more remote and deserted than Mingxuan Palace. There are four guards guarding in front of the closed palace gate, each with a sharp sword at his waist, and his face is like a Shura, and he looks very evil in the night.

Chen Jingyu looked up through the glazed lights along the road, and there was no name of the temple here.

He was in a daze, Li Zhiyuan had already pulled him off the chariot, he staggered and fell into Li Zhiyuan's arms, Li Zhiyuan didn't care, just supported his waist, and pulled Chen Jingyu forward forcefully .

The palace door opened, and a gust of cold wind rushed in, blowing the hair on Chen Jingyu's forehead, and he couldn't help shivering.

The glazed lamp was lit, and Li Zhiyuan ordered the rest of the people to wait outside the house, and brought Chen Jingyu inside.

Chen Jingyu didn't know what Li Zhiyuan's intentions were, but since he was here, he could only settle down as he came, and he really wanted to know how Li Zhiying was doing now.

Candles flickered on both sides of the house, illuminating the empty and desolate surroundings.

Chen Jingyu saw the figure on the square mahogany couch at a glance.

Li Zhiying hid in the shadows, Chen Jingyu couldn't see it clearly, and unconsciously took a step forward - but Li Zhiyuan pinched his wrist tightly and couldn't move forward.

He had no choice but to stand on the spot and watch, and when he took a closer look, he was horrified that a long iron chain was tied to Li Zhiying's left foot, and he immediately trembled uncontrollably, ignoring Li Zhiyuan beside him, and shouted dumbly, "Third Highness."

The figure leaning on the edge of the couch finally moved. He slowly raised his head from the shadows, revealing those red phoenix eyes with a bit of evil spirit, and stared directly at Chen Jingyu not far away.

In the past two months, Li Zhiying had fallen to this point. Chen Jingyu saw the scattered hair on his forehead and his slightly thin face. He had mixed feelings for a while, and it was difficult to connect the man in front of him with the third highness who stretched out his hand to him in the attic.

A flash of surprise flashed in Li Zhiying's eyes, but he quickly sat up straight, smiled slightly at Chen Jingyu, and said in a hoarse voice, "Rare guest."

Chen Jingyu couldn't help but wanted to move forward again, this time, Li Zhiyuan simply put his arms around his waist.

From the moment Chen Jingyu came in, Li Zhiyuan had been observing Chen Jingyu's expression, he took all the loneliness and reluctance on Chen Jingyu's face into his eyes, and every time he looked at it, the anger in his heart doubled.

Li Zhiying's eyes flicked to the hand on Chen Jingyu's waist, and then fell on Li Zhiyuan's face, and put away the smile on his face. As a prince, he was talking to Li Zhiyuan dignifiedly, "The third brother is naturally happy when the seventh brother brings an old friend, but I don't know why the seventh brother came to visit late at night?"

"I don't want you to talk about these devious ways," Li Zhiyuan said coldly, he pushed Chen Jingyu forward, "I came today to ask you to make a choice."

Chen Jingyu stood firm and looked at Li Zhiyuan puzzled.

Li Zhiying looked calm, "But it's okay to say."

"I have always heard that there are countless strange people under the third brother's banner, with eyes and ears covering the entire Southern Dynasty. When I first succeeded to the throne, I was afraid." Li Zhiyuan did not hide that he did not dare to underestimate the enemy. "For the stability of the Southern Dynasty regime and the peace of the world, I want you to list a name, Hand over these people."

Li Zhiying didn't even frown, as if he was listening to Li Zhiyuan talking about the scriptures, pretending to be puzzled, "Where did the seventh brother listen to the slander? "

"Li Zhiying," Li Zhiyuan yelled, "don't pretend to be crazy with me. If you don't hand over the old list today, I will take Chen Jingyu to the knife. I want to see how much you love your subordinates and how far you can go. .”

Chen Jingyu looked at Li Zhiyuan in disbelief. In the candlelight, Li Zhiyuan's face was cold, and the coldness in his eyes was more freezing than snow. He was so cold that he took a step back.

Li Zhiying didn't seem to have thought that Li Zhiyuan would use Chen Jingyu to threaten him. He looked at Li Zhiyuan's expression carefully, but he couldn't see the truth, but everyone knew that Li Zhiyuan had a deep affection for Chen Jingyu, and it was just an attempt to cheat. lie to him.

Thinking of this, Li Zhiying still smiled and said, "Of course I love Jingyu very much, otherwise I wouldn't have kept him by my side for many years, but the old department has already collapsed after I was grounded, and it is not a threat. Seventh brother, you... ...."

Before he could finish his words, a cold light flashed in front of Chen Jingyu, but in an instant, a strand of Chen Jingyu's hair was chopped off and fell to the ground.

Chen Jingyu was stunned on the spot, his eyes wide open, he didn't expect that Li Zhiyuan would really do anything to him.

He seemed to understand why Li Zhiyuan would keep him here. It turned out that it was not because of obsession, but as a bargaining chip for negotiating with Li Zhiying...

Chen Jingyu had never felt such pain before. He had been a chess piece for Li Zhiying for eight years, and he never thought that after going around, he would become a chess piece in Li Zhiyuan's hands.

Li Zhiying stood up abruptly, the iron chain on his feet made a heavy clashing sound, he subconsciously wanted to protect Chen Jingyu, but he couldn't move forward because the iron chain restricted the range of movement, so he had to say anxiously, "Jingyu, come here. "

Hearing this sound of coming again, it seemed like a lifetime ago, it was too late, Li Zhiying's sound of coming came was too late.

Chen Jingyu didn't move, he seemed to have been stripped of his three souls and six souls, and stood there sluggishly.

Li Zhiyuan's face was frosty, and he pointed his sword at Chen Jingyu, but his eyes were looking for Li Zhiying. He said coldly, "Third brother, I am not the fool you think. If you don't say anything, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Li Zhiying looked at Chen Jingyu's pale face, and asked, "Seventh brother, who is Jingyu to you now?"

Li Zhiyuan was full of resentment in his heart, and he spoke indiscriminately, loudly, "Enemy."

Chen Jingyu flickered, almost unable to stand still, he moved his body slowly, pointed himself at Li Zhiyuan's sword, and smiled sadly, "So, kill me... Zhiyuan, I don't know You hate me so much."

Li Zhiyuan's sword-holding hand shook violently. He seemed to have regained his composure. He was annoyed that he acted impulsively because of anger tonight. Jingyu saw Li Zhiyuan's true face clearly.

How could such an ambitious person like Li Zhiying give away his old ministry for Chen Jingyu? As long as Chen Jingyu saw this clearly and gave up on Li Zhiying, he would no longer take Li Zhiying to heart in the future.

The three confronted each other, and it was Chen Jingyu who took another step forward and grabbed the tip of the sword in front of him.

Severe pain struck, and Chen Jingyu's palm was cut instantly, dripping with blood. Li Zhiyuan was dazzled by the redness, and finally realized how wrong his decision was tonight. He hurriedly wanted to take back his sword and take Chen Jingyu away, but he never Thinking that Li Zhiying opened his mouth at this moment.

"I will."

Li Zhiyuan's heart sank, "What?"

Li Zhiying and Qi Qiran looked at Chen Jingyu, and Chen Jingyu also looked back, with a slight smile on his lips, "You have done so many things for this hall, today, this hall will pay you back."

Chen Jingyu blinked, tears rolling down uncontrollably.

Eight years of time, in exchange for a sentence to pay you back.

Tears welled up in his eyes, as if all his strength had been drained suddenly, he could no longer hold the sword, and staggered to the point of falling.

Li Zhiyuan hurried forward to help, Chen Jingyu felt ashamed, and tried his best to push away Li Zhiyuan's hand. With cold tears on his face, he asked Li Zhiyuan, "Is your Majesty satisfied with this result?"

Li Zhiyuan couldn't argue with his words, he had calculated thousands of times, but he didn't expect that Li Zhiying was willing to hand over the roster for Chen Jingyu.

Wrong, he took the wrong step.

Chen Jingyu didn't want to stay here anymore, he stumbled and wanted to go out, but within five steps, his vision darkened and he fell to the ground.

Li Zhiyuan rushed over to catch him and hugged the unconscious person in his arms, only then did he realize that Chen Jingyu's whole body was terribly hot.

However, Li Zhiying still taunted behind him, "Seventh brother, I have a relationship with Jingyu, you don't know... But I just confirmed that between you and Jingyu, after this night, there will be no turning back."

Chen Jingyu will make a chess piece once, and will not do it a second time.

And Li Zhiyuan, this time, completely pushed him away.

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