The prince in the cold palace

The moonlight is silver, and the breeze is a little bit.

Looking down, I saw the man ruthlessly clenched the hilt of the knife, the blade was coldly pressed into the flesh, he was calm and unwavering, standing in a long gown, although his hands were restrained and couldn't be undone in a short time, but it would never trouble a battle-tested man , a little doubt in my heart, only because of the strange expression and unapproachable attitude of that person.

"My son... you want to use my father's life to negotiate terms with you?" The deep and heartless voice concealed endless grief.

Zhifei opened his eyes slightly, and was more surprised than unfamiliar when he heard the address for the first time, but he quickly calmed down, not being disturbed by the emperor's deep thought words, "Yes. Two conditions, promise me Let go of you."

"You said."

"You promise first."

Yin Wuyao sneered, "With you, it's not enough to take my life."

Holding the scrap dagger and piercing into the flesh again, blood immediately fell to the ground along the edge of the blade, silently, but one could feel the firmness in the hands of the person holding the knife.

"...I said, don't force me."

The bitten lower lip turned slightly white. Although the person in front of him seemed to be an enemy for unknown reasons, his habitual movements remained unchanged. Waste, no matter what happens to him, as long as he is still him, it is enough for Yin Wuyao.

I still remember Daxue Fangxiu, the way he knelt in front of him helplessly and persistently, his eyes were somewhat similar to tonight.

The difference is that he may not be able to trust himself anymore.

"...Okay, I promise you."

Slightly closing his eyes, the sleepless days seemed to finally make him feel tired.

The moment Dao Feng left, it seemed that even his heart was torn apart.

Zhi Fei turned around not to look at Yin Wuyao, the dark liquid dripping on the ground made him a little upset, knowing that the most important thing at this moment is to be soft-hearted, what he is determined to do is to run counter to Yin Wuyao from now on, and he also Not a word of regret.

"Two conditions: first, stay on Eleven, and you leave tonight; second, stop asking about Eleven and me, and concentrate on dealing with the Mu family."

Yin Wuyao smiled knowingly, and cast a glance at the shadow guard in the distance, "Eleventh, from now on, follow His Highness, there is no need to come back."

Then what is the purpose of guarding these days?Yin Wuyao no longer wants to think about it anymore, but, can the young body that has just recovered from a serious illness be able to persist in what he wants to do? That thing, he didn't even dare to think about it, and he didn't even have the courage to face it.

The fearless emperor actually had a hard time making a choice, and was afraid of losing one day.

Ridiculous, lamentable, sad, the new wound on Yin Wuyao's neck, no one can hurt him close to him, now it is stabbed an inch under the skin, the wound can't heal in a short time, I'm afraid it will hurt for a few days month.

No matter how good the medicine is, even if it can restore the wound to its original state, it can't restore the wounded and broken heart.

"Huanger, do you want to hear the story between you and King Xin?"

The breeze is solemn, and the figures stand still.

"I'm wondering why you tried so hard to get me here, why you've had nightmares several times in the past few days, and what did you do to me?"

There was no anger, no sadness, and no trace of questioning in Zhifei's tone, only questions about stating the facts.

Yin Wuyao had various feelings in his heart, but his demeanor remained the same, "King Xin is the elder brother I admire the most, and his tragedy was also caused by me alone..."

"Transfer soul to life?"

Yin Wuyao smiled wryly, "When it comes to this point, it seems that you know more than I do. All I know is that Brother Huang suddenly lost his mind one day and learned that he once cast a spell to transfer his soul. I got it." There are many spells, but I can't find a way to restore the emperor, a Taoist priest once told me that blood gu can be used to summon the soul with the body of a direct relative."

"So the body of the direct relative is me?"

"The Mu family's ambitions doomed Concubine Mu to not be able to live in the palace, and the Leng Palace is desolate and uninhabited, which is exactly what I need. I was pregnant for seven months and added the blood gu nourished by the blood of the emperor's brother. I thought it would be successful." Let the emperor's soul transfer to the fetus in Concubine Mu's womb, unexpectedly..."

"Unexpectedly, you failed. The soul of King Xin didn't come, but I came... But to you, it doesn't matter whether the soul is your own son or not. When you are not sure that I am not a threat to you, you can kill me Stay within the scope of your control... The sad thing is that I have never doubted the meaning behind my life experience, and I thought I lived a life of obsession through your schemes and schemes."

"I just want to ask you one question, do you really live for yourself for a moment?"

Lonely eyes, empty heart, this question is not only what Zhifei often asks himself, but also something he dare not and does not want to face.

Seeing the vacillation in Zhi Fei's eyes, Yin Wuyao had a conclusion in his mind, he did not press further, but put his hands behind his back, revealing the empty door on the face of a martial arts practitioner, "Do what you want to do Well, I won't interfere."

Zhi Fei clenched the dagger in his hand, and the slender threads of the hilt penetrated deeply into his palm, trying to calm down, but he became more and more unable to calm down. He learned the truth from Yin Wuyao's mouth, and added provocative words, which gradually made him People feel heavy hearted.

Even if this is not Yin Wuyao's original intention, the estrangement that has been created cannot be repaired after all, nor can it be easily eliminated.

When Yin Wuyao left, the sky was at its darkest, the stars were dark, Xiao Se's back looked a little thin, the emperor who looked down upon the world also had unspeakable distress.On the one hand is the elder brother whom he respects, on the other hand is the son whose relationship is still uncertain.The tragedy of his life experience, he lived under cover for more than ten years, his trust and promise were vulnerable to the iron facts, what would happen between him and Zhibao, he could no longer see it.

In the game, there is no power.

I haven't had time to explain to Zhifei the intention of letting him go to the palace. Just relying on Zhifei's own guess will only deepen the misunderstanding between them. However, he has no position to change the fate of the two of them. The soul will disappear without a trace, maybe his brother's soul will never be retrieved, this is not what he expected, but it is what he cares about.

He just hoped that Zhi Fei could see his own life. In the long years, what he has walked step by step is not nothingness.

Zhi Fei watched Yin Wu's far away back until he had disappeared from sight for a long time.

Eleven has been standing not far away, neither approaching nor saying a word, and only slightly raised his head when the man remembered his existence.

What met him was a familiar look.

Over the years, this look in his eyes caused him the most headaches, and made him happy.

The night was not peaceful. After tossing and turning for a long time, Xu Yan still hadn't fallen asleep. He lit the lamp on the table, and under the dim light was a piece of ordinary rice paper, on which were the landscape and pastoral poems often written by scholars.

However, on a piece of black ink, it is bright and special cinnabar red.

The vigorous and powerful word "Bao" gave Xu Yan a glimmer of hope when he couldn't understand it.

In the past seven years, the master, who has never written a word, actually left a word "Bao" on Zhifei's poem. No matter what the origin, Xu Yan will not let anyone who helps the master recover a little bit.

When he went to visit the guest in the side courtyard, Xu Yan found that this person was not simple.

Even though the person had been suffering from a low-grade fever since he fell from the tree, even after a period of recuperation, it still didn't get better, but it would only deteriorate to such an extent that ordinary people can't understand it.

It's not a worsening condition caused by poor conditioning, but the intentional delay of the body owner.

Although Xu Yan couldn't hear the murmurs in the mouth held by the nightmare, since the prince wants to keep this person himself, he must spare no effort to keep him, no matter who he is or what his background is.

It's just, why is it that the prince has lost his mind for so many years, but he is not really insane?

The answer can only be obtained by waiting for the people in the partial courtyard to wake up.

Zhi Fei looked at Eleven, his eyes filled with loving tenderness.

Such insightful eyes are both frightening and yearning.

People who have always been gentle are not without temper. They are also flesh and blood. If the expressions can be richer, they will be more human-like.

This is what Eleven has always thought.

Slowly walking towards the shadow guard with a stiff expression, step by step, the footsteps were silent, Zhi Fei looked at the pair of dark and energetic eyes of the shadow guard, a lot of emotions surged up, but he didn't say anything, just approaching slowly like this .

Eleven was stunned, froze on the spot, not knowing what to do. When Zhibai was only three feet away from him, his right hand subconsciously pressed the hilt of his waist, full of vigilance.

The killing image is like a barrier, separating Zhi Fei and 11.

In the dark night, only the wind is perceptible and elusive, and the murderous aura is not only perceptible, but also transforms the invisible into the tangible, forming a transparent wall.

Zhi Fei didn't move any further, but just stared fixedly into Eleven's eyes, and said flatly, "What should I call you, Eleven, or Mu Ao?"

Eleven's figure flickered, his expression began to show signs of collapse, the corners of his mouth moved unnaturally, and immediately returned to a expressionless face, "I'm only Eleven."

"I prefer to call you Mu Ao. I've been calling you Mu Ao for more than ten years, and I'm used to it."

Zhifei's tone is regretful, and the regret also implies a well-disguised anger.

"You...you mistook the person, I'm not Mu Ao."

"I've been with Mu Ao for more than ten years. Even if we don't have a close relationship, I'm used to his way of doing things, his personality traits, and his martial arts routines. Whether it's Mu Ao or Eleven, I thought he was my closest relative in the world, but there are people who hide from me. I've been through a lot lately, so I don't think it's strange anymore... I'm tired." Zhi Fei said, walking into the house without any strength.

Mu Ao looked at the lonely back of the person who turned to leave, and felt a burst of coldness. He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, thinking that if he didn't say anything at this time, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"I am different from what you imagined! I am not sent by His Majesty to monitor you, and I have no intentions for you! I just want to simply protect you and take care of you!" Almost roaring, Mu Ao's voice echoed in the In the remote courtyard, it looked hopeless.

Zhi Fei stopped in his tracks and turned around. The familiar face that had been undisguised was the loyal guard who had been with him day and night for more than ten years.

Mu Ao rushed forward, trying to grab Zhibao's hand, but Zhibao hid him. The silent silence was a kind of barrier, but the eyes that no longer trusted made people feel infinitely sad. The pain in his heart, with the time of silence The prolongation and continuous spread, and finally the sadness that filled the heart, also covered the eyes with unstoppable pain.

Zhi Fei pretended to be calm, and asked with a smile that was uglier than crying, "Did Yin Wuyao place you by my side from the beginning? Were you also a scam from the beginning? You too..."

"No! I said no!" Mu Ao excitedly grabbed Zhifei's thin shoulders, "I am Mu Ao, who was rescued by His Highness from Jiaofeng Hall, and I have always wanted to protect you!"

"Then when I asked you just now, why did you deny that you are Mu Ao, and why are you Yin Wuyao's subordinate?"

Mu Ao looked embarrassed, "I can't say..."

The most helpless thing in the world is to be unable to explain the forceful questioning of the person you care about the most, and the words that Mu Ao concealed became the fuel for the deepening of the misunderstanding between the two.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it, I won't force you, but I'm really tired... just now Yin Wuyao also said that he would let you go from now on, no matter whether you really stay by Yin Wuyao's side or not, at this moment you Already free."

Zhifei's face is full of fatigue, but under the tired appearance is a tired heart.

Fortunately, the consolation is that Mu Ao is not a doomed scam at the beginning, at least he still has some sincerity towards him, so that he will not feel abandoned by the whole world. In the end, it was like a dream. It really confirmed the words of King Xin. Who can tell the truth from the fake?

Zhi Fei looked at Mu Ao who was at a loss standing at the door with some amusement, "It is said that you are free, why don't you leave?"

"I……"

That kind of unfamiliarity was not what he expected.That relationship shouldn't end like this.And his hellish training and suffering should not be exchanged for such sarcastic remarks.

But he promised Yin Wuyao, but he couldn't break the agreement.

He has been looking at him, caring about him, and protecting him all the time, it's not fake.

His heart has never been false, and he has never done anything to endanger His Highness. His Highness is not only his only concern in this life, but also the existence he has always longed to get close to.

Forget it, His Highness at this time simply wouldn't listen to any explanations, he, Mu Ao, knew that he needed protection, and also needed someone to accompany him.

"Your Majesty said just now that I should always be by His Highness's side."

After stabilizing his emotions, this was the only argument that the clumsy Mu Ao could think of.