The prince in the cold palace

The visitors from the Leng Palace came silently, and a mysterious guest was also ushered in at Prince Yu's Mansion.

The overly long cloak and hood concealed the man's appearance. Only by his figure, he could tell that he was a tall man. He was very imposing, but he was good at hiding his aura. Even though he couldn't see his face, his sharp eyes could still Can make people feel trembling.

Zhiyu put the tea set with a smile, and saw the man sitting down calmly, and said in a low voice, "The tea is not tasty enough, I want spirits."

There were only two people in the house that isolated everything from the outside world, and their polite and elegant faces did not change their smiles, "I don't want to disturb the people in my mansion, so you have no choice but to let it go, because this king is not sure that those people in the mansion are someone else's insider."

"Hmph, with your ability, unless it is necessary for someone to pass on untruths to you, insider talk will only make the cooperation between you and me suspicious."

"According to Your Excellency's ability, coming here in person is the most suspicious thing for this king."

The man only laughed twice, and then took the teacup from Zhiyu. He thought that the green liquid was transparent and pure. After taking a sip, the tip of his tongue felt numb. The man sipped the liquid in the cup with great interest, and He stared at Zhiyu intently.

Zhiyu's expression remained unchanged under the sharp eyes of the man, and he reached out to pour another glass for the man. The strong aroma of the wine could almost intoxicate him, "You are using the teapot to hold the wine, what are you planning?"

"Hehe..." Zhiyu smiled innocently, "Isn't this exactly what you want to plan?"

A rare high-pitched laughter came from under the brown cloak. Although Zhiyu kept smiling, he watched the other party calmly, but he was full of emotions in his heart. When he came to the imperial capital alone at such a sensitive time, he still planned to do so. Dangerous things, so risky yet so attractive, that person can not only grasp the mood of others, but also seek a chance of survival in the downturn, take the edge of the sword, and often win by surprise.

Zhiyu's curiosity about this person deepened.

Yellow sand filled the sky, and blood filled the air.

Several people came to the tent where Zhifei lived, and placed the seriously injured person on the bed. Xu Yan glanced at the two soldiers with gloomy eyes, and said in a cold and slightly threatening tone, "Leave."

Zhi Fei asked him worriedly, "Can you save him?"

Xu Yan raised his lips, his eagle eyes looked at Zhi Fei with a bit of playfulness, "I don't have it, you do."

The two soldiers seemed to be in a fog, and just about to ask more carefully, Mu Ao drew out the sword on his waist and slowly laid it across in front of the two of them, the cold sword light reflected the blood-stained figure on the bed, Mu Ao said in a calm voice, "Not yet Walk?"

The two looked at their comrades worriedly, and left reluctantly.

Zhi Fei blinked suspiciously, looked at the backs of the two leaving, then turned his head and asked Xu Yan, "Why?"

"What why?" Xu Yan responded impatiently, stretched out his hand to remove the seriously injured soldier's armor and threw it aside, and touched several large acupuncture points on the man's body to slow down the bleeding.

"Why do you say that I have a way to save him?" Zhi Fei stood there, a little at a loss. At this time, he should wash the wound with a basin of clean water, but listening to Xu Yan's words, it is clear that he has the ability to bring the dead back to life ability.

Could it be that Xu Yan was not talking about him, but that person...?

"Now that you know it, let's do it quickly!" Xu Yan, who didn't have much patience, said so, and the movements of his hands were not slowed down. Mu Ao, who stood aside, looked at the situation in the tent, and decisively went out to fetch water. Zhi Fei looked at the wounded man who was still moaning and groaning in pain in a coma, closed his eyes and sat down slowly.

Xu Yan looked back at Zhifei, his gaze was not as sharp as usual, but Zhifei was easy to get along with, if he hadn't been a bit stunned and let him talk so much, maybe his gaze would have softened a little.

When Mu Ao entered the tent with the water basin in his hand, he saw that Zhi Fei's expression became very focused, and he inserted the silver needles he got from nowhere into the wounded body with skillful fingering. There were many beads of sweat on his forehead.

Xu Yan, who was busy at first, stood idly by and watched at the moment.

Mu Ao looked at the scene in front of him hesitantly, wondering if the basin of water would be useful, but he still chose to put the basin down, and stood aside to watch just like Xu Yan.

I don't know how long it took, after the injection was completed, Zhi Fei also fell back as if he had collapsed, and Xu Yan quickly supported his body with his hands, wiped the sweat on the young man's forehead with his sleeve, and said in an extremely gentle tone, "I'm tired." Just rest for a while."

A smile appeared on the pale lips of the young man, "I'm fine. After he wakes up, he will take wound medicine for seven days before he can be fitted with a prosthesis. If possible, don't let him go to the battlefield again."

"You are kind-hearted, and you never care about your own situation!" Xu Yanlue pressed the boy's body impatiently, not wanting him to speak any more, but when he looked into those pure black eyes, he couldn't say a single word of condemnation in his heart. Exiting, I had to laugh at myself, "Forget it, if you can get rid of this, you are not you anymore."

"Ha." With a short smile, it was the boy who fell into a deep sleep that made the last sound.

Mu Ao looked at Zhibao worriedly, wanted to help but couldn't do anything, so he could only ask worriedly, "...Is he alright?"

"It's okay, I'm just overtired." Xu Yan regained his cold expression, but the movements of his hands were just the opposite. He slowly leaned the hand against the wall, pulled a quilt to cover him, and Xu Yan turned around again. or clean the wound.

Mu Ao looked at the two with complicated eyes, with countless questions in his mind, and countless confirmed guesses, but he didn't have anyone to ask. His exhausted face touched a certain thread in his heart, with mixed feelings Chen felt powerless.

Xu Yan glanced at Mu Ao who was standing still, then lowered his head to work again, and ignored him.

No one knows who spread the news to the emperor that Zhifei rescued a wounded man who even the military doctor had given up on.

Backing away from the left and right, the emperor's expression was unpredictable, while Zhibao standing in front of him was neither humble nor overbearing, with a calm expression.

The emperor sneered, "Is there anything else I don't know about Xiaoqi?"

"What is the father referring to?"

"For example," the emperor stood up from his seat and walked slowly towards Zhibai, "the matter of taking the steward of the Xinwang Palace under his command."

"For example," he stretched out his hand to caress that delicate and flawless face, his eyes were complicated, "it's about resuscitating a soldier who was seriously injured and died."

"Another example," the emperor paused, and slowly slid his hand on at least the young's narrow and round shoulders, and the strength in his hand gradually increased, "The matter of colluding with the Mu family to commit a serious crime..."

Zhi Fei opened his eyes wide in surprise, but there was deep doubt and bewilderment in his eyes.

The emperor chuckled, "I didn't expect..."

"Xiao Qi, my prince, the emperor..." The hand squeezed hard, almost embedded in the flesh, and soon there was a muffled sound of bone cracking, and the white clothes in front of him were slowly stained with a thick stain. The dark red, "There is such a resourcefulness to hide from the sky..."

Zhifei's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, but he clenched his teeth tightly to prevent himself from making any sound under the pain. The doubt in his eyes turned into grief, and he was questioned mercilessly by those he trusted about his grief.

This kind of pain was even more unbearable than the pain Yin Wuyao inflicted on his shoulders, which almost took away his sanity and sobriety.

His vision became more and more blurred, but the harsh sneer of the man in front of him was deeply rooted in his mind, becoming the last scene of Zhi Fei fainting.

Not long after, the imperial palace received an imperial decree written by the emperor himself to abolish the crown prince, and everyone in the court was shocked.

Not long ago, Rongli bypassed the small border town of Zhou State and adopted a strategy of encircling Zhou State's army against the general. It was the prince's personal token that allowed the Rongli Army to move unimpeded on the land of the Zhou Dynasty.

Later, because the marching progress was slowed down by too many wounded soldiers, he was outflanked by the remaining Rongli army, which is said to be the work of the former prince.

There was also news in the imperial capital that the forces cultivated by the prince wanted to take control of the government. As soon as the decree to abolish the prince arrived, those so-called henchmen of the prince were thrown into prison.

The crown prince was abolished, half of the people in the court were happy, and half of them did not express their views. The wily courtiers waited and watched the changes, but there were also people who took advantage of this opportunity to curry favor with the other princes and princes.

The imperial capital, which had already tended to be stable, was once again full of storms.

In the dark and cold room, a ray of light suddenly flashed, and as the light became stronger, the visitor could clearly see the dying boy lying on the ground in front of him.

A basin of cold water was poured on the young man, and there was a sound of rushing water in the quiet space. The young man, who was frowning in pain, slowly opened his eyes. The pain was so numb that he couldn't control it freely, and he could only see the corner of the man's gorgeous robe in front of him, but this was the limit of his efforts.

Although the breath was weak, he couldn't die for a while, the man nodded towards the person beside him, and that person retreated outside wisely, leaving only the man and the boy.

I always thought that they would just be deadlocked like this, but the man spoke up.

"Xiao Qi... have you really betrayed me?"

It seemed doubtful, but also affirmative. The cold tone was the emperor's usual ruthlessness, "You really let me down."

"I loved you, hated you, doubted you, trusted you..." Yin Wuyao said slowly, "but now, I have no feelings for you, a person with a heart like a snake, I am not interested .”

The pupils of the boy's eyes slowly enlarged, and finally a different expression appeared on his originally calm face, and his bloodless face turned pale. No matter what kind of torture his body suffered, it was nothing compared to what the man just said, My heart hurts like numbness, but the blood keeps flowing.

No feeling, that is, he is regarded as an ant, and no longer occupies any corner of his heart.

Suddenly the world was silent, and he could only feel that his heart was bleeding, as if there was a sharp knife, one knife at a time, gouging out his heart.

Why not listen to his explanation...

Is it unwilling to listen, or is it unnecessary?

Why did you come here to say this again...

Did he come to see his jokes specifically, and add a few more knives to his already scarred body and mind?

Why, his heart hurts so much, it hurts far more than he imagined?

Concubine Mu, Mu Ao, Xu Yan... I don't know if they can escape this disaster. If someone must be sacrificed at the hands of the conspirators, as long as he is alone.