After death I became the canary of the cruel prince

A baby's cry resounded throughout the palace, Wen Po came out of the room holding the newborn baby, and gave the emperor her hands.

"Congratulations to the emperor, he is a healthy little prince."

The baby's crying did not bring joy to the emperor, but boredom on his face.

Grandma Xi's hands were sore, she hadn't seen the emperor come to hug the little prince, she was about to retract when she suddenly lightened her hand.

The baby was carried by the emperor, and when he lifted the baby with one hand, he wanted to throw it down.

The noble concubine who had just given birth ignored the obstruction of the maid, ran over, knelt on the ground and cried until the pear blossoms were raining.

"I beg the emperor to let my son go, as long as I let him go, I'm willing to do anything."

Looking at the woman holding his leg, and thinking of her refusal to die when he asked him to marry him, the emperor slowly let go. "To announce to the world that I have won a dragon son, the mood is joyful, and the whole country celebrates."

The woman raised her eyes in astonishment, but only saw a pair of cold eyes.

The emperor handed over the child to Wen Po, and dragged the woman into the palace.

"Boom."

The door is closed, and this hurdle lasts for ten years.

In the iron cage, the young man killed the wild wolf that had been hungry for five days with his bare hands, walked out expressionlessly, and threw a ferocious wolf head on the ground. "You've done a good job. I'm allowing you to meet your concubine mother today."

The door opened and the boy walked in.

This was the first time he saw the noble concubine who was only mentioned by the palace maids and eunuchs, that is, his mother concubine.

Obviously only 27 or [-] years old, the woman has already turned gray at the temples, her body is thin and pale, and her former beauty can be vaguely seen between her eyebrows and eyes.

It was also because of this peerless appearance that the emperor would snatch her into the palace at any cost. When she was captured by the emperor and entered the palace, she was already pregnant.

"My son, are you my son?" The woman wanted to come over, but there was an iron chain on her leg, and she stretched out her bone-like hand to hug him, but found that she couldn't reach him.

The young man stood there, looking at her. If he killed too many people, people would become cold-blooded. He never knew what family affection was, and he didn't even know what a concubine mother was.

Perhaps it was the affection between mother and child whose blood is thicker than water that made him walk over and let the woman hold him and cry.

The woman asked him about his life, and whispered some words he had never heard before, which sounded very long-winded and useless.

When she learned that he practiced how to kill every day at a young age, the woman suddenly grabbed the chain and yelled frantically.

"Ahhh, no, no no!!"

After a long time she calmed down, her eyes were red and bloodshot.

"Go, go find your father, he is a very powerful man, you go and ask him to save mother, go, go quickly."

"Father?" He murmured the strange name.

He seemed to recall that when he killed someone, there was a child who was about his age screaming miserably not to kill my father.

"His full name is Mo Fengchen, Dao name: Wu Daozi."

The young man wrote it down, and the door of the cold palace was shut tightly again when he left the cold palace.

He was taken to the palace, told by the man he should have called Father Emperor.

"As long as you obey my orders, I will let you mother and son meet again. If you don't listen, I will make her life worse than death."

He threw a booklet in front of him, the name written on it was Mo Fengchen.

"Sneak into Huashan and try my best to kill him."

The young man picked up the booklet and left the palace, and went to Huashan Taoist Temple to become a disciple.

That was the first time he saw the father in that woman's mouth.

And he, call him master, practiced on the mountain quickly, and had been in Huashan for five years before he knew it.

Finally he chose to tell Mo Fengchen that the woman was waiting to save him, but he lightly shook his head, saying that he had already entered the Taoist sect and no longer cared about the secular world.The young man assassinated him that night, but after all he was too immature to be his opponent, so he expelled him from the division.

The young man was humiliated and vowed never to return to Huashan.

Father didn't have it at first, and he won't have it again.

He doesn't deserve it!

Bei Gong opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the white gauze on the top of the bed, he sat up and lifted the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed with his head bowed, his face full of sadness. If he chose to save his mother and concubine at that time, nothing after that would have happened, but He only cares about himself.

The hands on the knees gripped the pants tightly, and the veins bulged.

Even if he died, he would never beg him.

"My lord is dreaming again." Director Xu came in with cold water, wrung out the handkerchief and offered it with both hands.

This is a habit that the prince has maintained for many years. Every morning when he wakes up, he washes his face with a basin of cold water to keep him calm and sober.

Bei Gongzhi took the veil and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead.

"General Mu is still kneeling outside, will the prince see him?"

Three days ago, Mu Li and the prince had a quarrel in the study, and after that, General Mu couldn't afford to kneel in the palace.

It was already the third day, and he sent someone to deliver some food, and Mu Li ignored it.

If it goes on like this, even a martial arts practitioner can't bear it.

"He likes to kneel, let him kneel."

Bei Gongzhi put down his handkerchief and waved his hand to signal him to back down.

Manager Xu still wanted to persuade, shook his head and walked out, and tried to persuade Mu Li outside the palace.

"General Mu, if you have something to say, please speak carefully, don't kneel down again, you are not ignorant of the prince's temperament, the things that the prince is sure of, even if you kneel through the ground, it will not change."

Mu Li's back was straight, and he knelt for three days and three nights without eating or drinking, his face turned ugly, and his lips turned.

But even so, his eyes were still extremely firm.

three days ago.

Mu Li left the cell to interrogate the prisoner, but Xue Ling, who was imprisoned inside, grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.

"General Mu, please intercede for me and let the prince let me out."

Mu Li shook off his hand, "It's already a favor not to kill you."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Xue Ling shouted in desperation.

"My lord is dying!"

He turned back, glaring. "Dare to curse the prince, court death!"

"I didn't curse the lord, the lord is really going to die, he introduced the poison into his body to save Wen Junping, and he will be poisoned within a month and a half.

"It's been a month now, and he only has half the time!"

Mu Li recalled the abnormality of the prince during this period, and gave himself all the military power, plotted and planned to break into the palace to rescue the noble concubine, regardless of the prince's treason, and the emperor didn't care anymore.

Thinking about it carefully, none of his plans left him a way out.

Just like, explain the funeral!

"The lord was seduced by Wen Junping so much that he became obsessed. He slept with him and passed the poison to the lord. After finishing, he left and flew away. The person General Mu should arrest is Wen Junping, not me."

With a gloomy face, Mu Li turned around and left the dungeon, and hurried all the way to the study to argue with the prince over this matter.

But he was driven out by the prince and ordered that he not be allowed to enter the palace again.

After that, Mu Li couldn't afford to kneel.

The sun was getting higher and seeing that Mu Li still refused to leave, Manager Xu had no choice but to give up and go into the house.

Time passed and it was already night. Mu Li gritted his teeth and knelt until the door of the palace opened, and Bei Gong stood in front of him with his hands behind his back.

"Let's go, this king will not change his mind."

"My lord, you can't do this!"

The king he followed was a king who would ascend to the throne one day, not a king who loved his sons and daughters and was self-defeating.

Bei Gongzhi was wearing a large long robe, which was blown by the autumn wind. With his back to him, he turned and went in.

"Go back, this is an order."

Mu Li walked a few steps on his knees and kowtowed heavily.

"I implore the prince to go to the painting mountain to ask for medicine!"

Bei Gongzhi's face darkened for a moment.

"If you still kneel and refuse to leave, don't blame me for being rude!"

The gate of the palace closed again, and Mu Li stood up and clenched his fists.

"Why don't you go if you have a way out!"

The prince refused to go to Huashan to ask for medicine, he couldn't persuade him, what should he do now!

"There is one person who can persuade him."

Mu Li turned his head and saw that it was Prime Minister Liu Zhihe, who had been here for an unknown amount of time, and was leaning against the wall with his arms folded.

"Prime Minister Liu has already heard."

"I know roughly." Liu Zhihe was the only friend of Bei Gongzhi who could talk, so Mu Li asked without thinking.

"May I ask Prime Minister Liu, who is that person you are talking about?"

Liu Zhihe looked at him, opened his lips and spit out three words.

"々曰至nz" / Pan Shibian〇 "He?"

"You must go and get him back immediately."

Mu Li snorted coldly, his face full of disdain. "He betrayed the prince and I will not go to him. Moreover, the prince was poisoned because of him!"

"My lord only has half a month left, and I have to persuade him to go to Huashan to get rid of the poison in this half month. The only person who can convince my lord now is him."

Mu Li frowned, "Forget it, I'll go for the prince."

After speaking, he turned and left the palace.

When he left, 'Liu Zhihe' took off the human skin mask on his face, revealing a charming face underneath.

"There's only so much I can help, and the rest is up to you."

The next day, Zhangjiacun.

Fatty Li at the head of the village was pushing a tricycle with a small pig and a small bag of brown rice tied to it. The small pig was tied with red silk, and the fat man was wearing a big red flower. He was accompanied by a matchmaker and a The old man playing the suona.

He is in charge of all the weddings and weddings and weddings in the village, even if he is alone, it will be lively.

The entrance of the village was full of onlookers.

It was the first time in the village that a man married a man. Almost everyone in the village who could walk came out to watch the excitement.

Sister-in-law Zhang also tied red silk around the boy she picked up for him, and waited for someone to come, and waved to Fatty Li and the others.

"This way."

Fatty Li went over in a hurry and put down the little pig and a bag of rice, went in and put the person sitting in the room on his shoulders, and came out with a smile on the cart where he had just put the little pig .

The young man was motionless, his eyes were slack, like a doll.

"Let's go." Fatty Li pushed the cart back, and the children shouted around him all the way. "The fat man married his wife, the fat man married his wife."

"There is a village here." After being lost in the mountains for a few days, he finally found the exit.

"Master, let me go and ask the way. You wait here."

The owner and the others got a prescription. According to the medicine, the disease improved, but when the medicine was missing, they went to the mountain to pick it by themselves. The medicine was found but lost.

"It doesn't matter, I will ask in person to show my sincerity." The man smiled, his azure blue pupils were as dazzling as jewels.

There is only one narrow road here. Fatty Li pushed a three-wheeled cart over there. The two of them stepped out of the way, one out of the village and the other into the village. When they saw the people pushing in the carriage.

He froze for a moment, then quickly took a few steps to catch up.