cannon fodder attack

The appearance of Xi Ye made the two people on the bed stop moving.

Yan Ling's good deed was interrupted, and there was no anger on his face, but his voice made it hard to detect any emotion: "Prince Duan is very capable."

Xi Ye leaned against the door frame, not embarrassed at all, but with a look of regret on his face: "I came here to discuss something important with Brother Huang, it seems that we should wait until tomorrow."

Xi Chengxu's face was green and pale, and a murderous intent flashed in Xi Ye's sight.

The sixth brother saw him in the most embarrassing state.

His last face as the emperor was trampled underfoot.

Can't let him live!

Xi Ye knew that he had successfully spoiled the plot, so he resigned without waiting for the two of them to react.

If you don't slip away at this time, when will you wait?

Yan Ling stood up slowly, staring thoughtfully at the empty hall door.

He looked back at Xi Chengxu, who was acting stiff and slow, and knew that he had gone too far just now, so he sighed and apologized softly: "I'm sorry, it's my fault, but what you said during the day really made me feel bad... I It's not that bad..."

During the day, Xi Chengxu was out of breath in the imperial study room, and he couldn't help but curse out any ugly words.

Wild, vulgar, ruthless...

Hearing the sneer from the person on the bed, Yan Ling's face was a little gloomy, he forced a smile: "You have a good rest." Then he picked up the cloak on the ground, and walked out of the bedroom with heavy steps.

With a wave of his hand, Xi Chengxu threw the jade pillow to the ground as if venting his anger, took a deep breath, and his chest heaved unsteadily.

Yan Ling and Xi Ye, he will not let go of any of these two people!

Xi Ye, who was completely hated, was strolling down the street.

He had already imagined what Xi Chengxu would do next, nothing more than make him disappear.

Knowing that the other party has thoughts about him, but he didn't refuse because he wanted the throne. Relying on the power of the protagonist to sit on the throne safely, he began to speak nonsense to the other party, and even became disgusted and hated.

It turns out that relying on the other party's liking can really do anything reckless.

It turns out that some people really can be so blind.

The street market at night is no longer without the excitement of the day, and it is so quiet that the world seems to be empty.

Xi Ye avoided the curfew checkers and entered Duan Wang's mansion.

Fu Yong bowed his waist, as if he had been waiting for him, the silent shadow almost made Xi Ye's heart skip a beat.

"housekeeper?"

Fu Yong responded, and didn't ask where his master went in the middle of the night, but respectfully said: "The food is still hot in the kitchen, do you want to use some, my lord?"

Xi Ye shook his head: "No need, you go to sleep."

Just as he was about to leave, Fuyong's lower voice sounded behind him: "My lord... the most important thing is to protect yourself."

"The days to come are still long, let the past be completely buried in the ground."

Xi Ye couldn't help but pause for words of persuasion.

After Fu Yong said these two sentences, he backed away.

Xi Ye stood there for a while before returning to his room.

The original owner is actually a bit sad.

His original nationality was abandoned at birth, and he had to grow up in a foreign country.

The birth mother always reminded him of his identity and the mission he should complete.

For so many years, he feared that his true identity would be discovered, and what awaited him was torture that would be worse than death.

I finally met someone I liked, but was treated as a kitten or puppy who would be teased if he remembered it, and would be left aside if he couldn't remember it.

Life is just a tool.

People who care don't care about themselves.

The housekeeper sympathized with the little master, and didn't want the child he watched to grow up to be trapped in that so-called mission forever.

Perhaps he also reminded the original owner in the original plot.

But obviously, the original owner didn't intend to break free from the shackles, he was used to it, and it was all engraved in his bones.

Xi Ye lay on the bed, turned over, and couldn't help kicking the quilt.

The butler's meaning is very clear.

Killed the princess.

But this is not a one-and-done solution.

In the dark night, Xi Ye chuckled softly.

……

From then on, Xi Ye began to complain of illness, and he didn't even go to court in the morning.

No one paid attention to him before, and now they can't even think of him at all.

Once again refusing to enter the palace on the grounds of being too sick, Fu Yong asked with some worry: "This is too much, I'm afraid it's the emperor..."

Xi Ye waved his hand: "It's okay."

He is a fool to enter the palace now, what is he doing in the palace, courting death?

He was sure that Xi Chengxu would not go out of the palace to find him because of this, but not necessarily the other one.

Xi Ye was eating fruit leisurely when he heard the report from his servants that the regent invited him to come over to the mansion for a talk.

Fu Yong stood aside with a dignified expression.

"My lord, the outside is surrounded. The leader said that if the lord is too sick to walk, they can carry him over."

This is a posture that has to go.

Xi Ye smiled: "Let's forget it, the posture must be ugly."

He knew this day would come.

"Prepare the sedan chair."

……

Yan Ling stood in front of the iron gate, his black cloak embroidered with gold thread rustling in the wind.

The soldiers in iron armor stood neatly aside, and there was an inexplicably chilling atmosphere in the air.

As soon as Xi Ye stepped off the sedan chair, he was scrutinized critically by the young man.

The corners of Yan Ling's lips curled up obliquely: "Didn't it mean that King Duan was too sick to get out of bed? Why does this king look quite healthy?"

He was obviously smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Could it be that King Duan is deceiving the emperor?"

Xi Ye thought to answer him next time, so what, but he put on a frightened look on his face, raised his hand and coughed twice: "How dare I, it's just that my health has just improved a little today, and I didn't know how to treat him." I was invited by the regent, if you don’t believe me, you can ask the imperial doctor to prove it.”

Of course, Yan Ling thought about going to a doctor he trusted to check it out, but he didn't think that the other party had no way to pretend to be sick. It was probably hard to see it on the surface, so he gave up and changed it to an invitation by force.

According to his past temperament, he would not have spent so much time and energy, just find a crime and send him to the dungeon, if he doesn't believe the other party, he won't do it.

But Xi Ye made him a little scruples.

To be precise, he was worried about the person Xi Ye was hiding behind.

Seeing that the person didn't speak, Xi Ye glanced at the iron gate behind the other person, with a little surprise in his eyes: "The regent is talking about passing through the mansion, so your mansion is in a dungeon?"

Yan Ling laughed lightly, without retorting: "Maybe the dungeon can really be my second home."

After all, the time he spent interrogating prisoners in prison was much longer than that in the mansion.

Xi Ye had already seen that the other party wanted him here on purpose.

why.

During the time he was thinking, Yan Ling had already signaled for someone to open the iron gate.

"Prince Duan, please."

Xi Ye walked slowly on purpose, and coughed a few times loudly without warning when passing in front of the other party.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Yan Ling took two steps back abruptly, the veins on his hands were exposed, and he looked like he wanted to beat someone up.

Xi Ye said slowly, "Sorry, I couldn't hold back." Then he smiled and said, "Don't worry, it won't be contagious."

"..."

Yan Ling turned around and went in without waiting for him.

Xi Ye was just thinking about whether he should go back now, but before he could move his foot, the sound of a sword being unsheathed came from behind.

He made a "tsk" sound and followed.

As a place to detain prisoners, the environment of the dungeon is naturally not much better, or even very bad.

Just after entering, an indescribable stench came to the nostrils.

The stone bricks under his feet were abnormally damp, with faint traces of dried blood.

There were many shrill screams from the depths, echoing between the walls.

Yan Ling in front of him seemed to be used to it, his footsteps did not stop at all, and he even looked back at Xi Ye leisurely.

Xi Ye blinked and looked at him suspiciously.

Yan Ling couldn't help being a little disappointed that he didn't see the other person in his imagination.

Gradually walking inside, prisoners in prison uniforms and ragged clothes began to appear on both sides of the prison.

As soon as they saw the living person, they rushed up immediately. If it wasn't for the railings blocking them, they might have been thrown to the ground by them.

"Save me, save me!"

"Let me out, please, let me out!"

Yan Ling didn't look sideways, and said, "Those who are locked up here generally commit relatively serious crimes, such as corruption and treason."

Xi Ye didn't show any expression when he heard that.

Naturally, there are also those who have been wronged.

Yan Ling didn't stop until they got to the innermost part.

On the wall in front of him were rows of torture instruments, some of which were still dripping with blood.

Under the reflection of the candlelight, it looks even more gloomy.

In the middle, a person's limbs were firmly locked by iron chains.

The white prison uniform on his body has long been stained with blood, and many places have been torn open, revealing the terrifying wounds inside.

Judging by the tumbling flesh, it should have been whipped.

The wet hair was messy and covered the man's face, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

He seemed to have passed out, Yan Ling waved his hand lightly, and someone brought a basin of water and woke him up.

Yan Ling looked back at Xi Ye, but couldn't tell what emotion was in his eyes.

He took a dagger from the hand of the waiter and walked slowly to the prisoner.

"The origin of this person is unknown, and he intends to assassinate the Holy Majesty."

While speaking, he inserted the dagger into the man's wrist.

The blade pierced through the wrist, causing the opponent to scream.

"It's a pity that my life is so hard, and my mouth is also hard. After torture for so long, I don't reveal my identity."

Yan Ling stared at the knife for a while, his tone was flat.

He stood up straight and turned to look at Xi Ye.

The corners of the other party's lips were curved, and his face was a little pale, but there was no look of fear or fear on his face.

Xi Ye raised his hand to cover his lips and coughed, then raised his eyebrows and said, "The reason why the Regent invited me is to let me watch you interrogate the prisoner?"

Yan Ling looked into his eyes, and had to admit that the other's eyes were really beautiful, so clear that there was no trace of filth, they were incompatible with this place.

but

"Throwing the two people I sent back to my house with their martial arts abolished, Prince Duan is really hiding everything."

Yan Ling flicked the dagger with his fingertips, the pain made the prisoner faint again, but he didn't ask anyone to wake him up, but said word by word: "My lord, tell me, will the people who hang here in the future be okay?" will become you."

Xi Ye tilted his head to look at him, and smiled: "Is the regent threatening me, or is he threatening me?"