Yuanzhong poultry

The blade of this dagger is now the brightest light in the entire cell.

Zhao Jun wiped the blade slowly, even though there was no trace of blood on it.

"Wulouluo, this is where you will live in the future. For the sake of saving Ah Bai, I will keep your whole body."

Wu Louluo coughed violently, and the blood flowed down from the open wound on the top of his head, mixed with mud and dust that hadn't been washed off, staining half of his face.He raised his head and stared straight at Zhao Jun: "Zhao Jun, do you really think you can control everything?"

"Why does Yu Bai let go of his hostility and let you deceive him? We know the reason well."

The sky was dark, and the only light was covered by thick clouds. Wulouluo's entire face was almost hidden in the darkness: "The reason why you are afraid of me. You are afraid of me like ants are afraid of floods. You are afraid that I will destroy everything. Tell Yu Bai everything. He was just deceived by you now, once he remembers the past, do you think he will still be at your mercy?"

Zhao Jun smiled indifferently: "You are right, this is also the reason for your death. As for whether Abai will stay with me, then don't worry about it."

The iron door full of stains was closed, and the iron chains as thick as arms rattled, and a light voice came from the noise: "By the way, I heard that Qianman has ascended the throne in Yancheng, and the twin sons of the former King of the Huns At this moment, the girl may already be waiting for her father to reunite on Huangquan Road."

There were furious shouts behind him, Zhao Jun adjusted his clothes, and his expression remained calm when he stepped out of the cell.

Wu Louluo is actually a bit like him. Everything in the world is false, and only the supreme power can make them feel at ease.Depriving Wu Louluo of the most important authority, making him imprisoned in the secret room forever, cutting off his heirs, and taking the throne away from his brother who has always looked down on him, is the greatest revenge for him.

But only "some".

For example, he would not come back just because he left alone, and let himself walk into the enemy's plot when he knew that the plot would fail and was very likely to be reversed.

He wiped the dagger casually and put it in his sleeve, biting his flesh and bones coldly.Zhao Jun said flatly to a certain corner: "What do you think, Your Highness?"

It sounded like a lightning strike.

In the drowsy prison, the figure stepped out of the corner step by step, his trembling white lips showed that he had heard all the conversations just now.

Zhao Jun looked at him and smiled gently: "Is it cold today? Why are you shivering?"

Lan Qiao shook his head subconsciously: "No..."

It's already summer in the capital, even if it's cold in the Imperial Prison, it won't make people tremble from the cold.Daggers, blood, poison, murder and truth, these things make people fall into the ice cave in the dog days.

When he was hiding in the back of the cell, he didn't see Zhao Jun inserting the dagger into Wulouluo's heart and slit his throat, but he heard the sound of blood dripping down and the pain he couldn't conceal. Humming and crazy laughter, and truths full of captivity, amnesia, deceit, and calculation.

All this is what Zhao Jun wanted him to hear.He secretly summoned himself here, in order to let himself hear it with his own ears.

Zhao Jun killed the Shan Yu of the Huns not only because he coveted the territory of Daliang, but also because he knew the truth, and... just thinking about it, Lan Qiao's back was already dripping with cold sweat.

He watched Feng Shishi take the letter of the truth from him with his own hands, and the letter fell into Zhao Jun's hands without any accident.Zhao Jun knew that he had read the letter.

In the cell one step away from them, Ulouluo's blood was still dripping drop by drop, the sound of tick-tock was infinitely amplified by the silence and darkness, and every syllable easily hooked the most terrifying fantasy in people's hearts.Lan Qiao couldn't help thinking that the next one might be himself.

He suddenly heard Zhao Jun say: "Lan Qiao, do you know how many people I killed to keep this secret?"

"Since the day when Ah Bai lost his memory, I have made up my mind that no one can tell him this past, except myself." Zhao Jun looked at him slowly, his voice was as flat as the winter ice "Ah Bai is completely unaware of all this... After all, only the dead can keep secrets forever."

Lan Qiao trembled his lips and wanted to back away, but his legs and feet were rooted and unable to move.

Is he going to die... He knows the secret, will he be killed by Zhao Jun, the person he has loved wholeheartedly for many years since he was a boy...

The filter of admiration when he was young was uncovered layer by layer, and the real Zhao Jun stood in the thick indelible blood, with a smile on his face, cold and treacherous, and slashed each throat slowly with a persistent dagger. the point.

To be in love with such a person may not be lucky at all.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Zhao Jun glanced at him lightly: "You should be thankful that you didn't tell the whole story that day. Otherwise, you will be the next person to live here."

Lan Qiao looked at him dully, his fear-filled brain could barely comprehend this sentence.

Zhao Jun was much taller than him, and when he stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, he was very condescending: "Miao Jiang has been kind to me in saving my life, and I have a close relationship with your mother, and I don't want the saint to be lost when she gets old. Aiko."

He sighed a long time: "Go back to Miaojiang, including Yunniang, I will not pursue anything."

Zhao Jun watched Lan Qiao's leaving back, and then looked back at the prison cell.

Behind him, the blood was still ticking like an hourglass.

Li Dehai walked in without knowing when: "Your Majesty..."

Zhao Jun shook his head, Li Dehai wisely stopped talking, followed Zhao Jun quietly, and walked towards Yannan Pavilion.

There is a nice smelling benzoin in the bedroom, every time he smells this incense, Yu Bai can always sleep soundly.At this time, Yu Bai had already fallen asleep, and he sat by the bed, taking advantage of the moonlight, quietly looking at Yu Bai's sleeping face.

Every penny and penny of this man was carefully calculated by him.He will never allow any risk of leaving Yu Bai.

Zhao Jun took off his bloody robe and lay down beside Yu Bai.Yu Bai also noticed someone coming in his sleep, but he was obviously familiar with this procedure, so he didn't bother to struggle, and let Zhao Jun wrap his arms around his waist from behind and put his head on top of his head.

His hands that had held the dagger, stained with conspiracy and blood were held in Yu Bai's arms.In his deep sleep, Yu Bai also seemed to have heard that Zhao Jun's heartbeat was different from usual, so he circled his callused cold fingers in his palm, and rubbed them lightly, as if to comfort him.

Surrounded by such warm palms, Zhao Jun's heart suddenly felt a burst of tenderness, like sparkling waves caressed by the moonlight.

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At that time, Zhao Jun heard the sound of carts and horses in Qianmian, and knew that it was Lanqiao leaving.Yu Bai rolled over in his arms, hooked his neck, and asked vaguely: "What time is it?"

Zhao Jun said softly: "It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."

A faint light came in from outside. After a night of plotting, the clouds disappeared and the sky was bright and bright.

The author says:

Zhao Jun's behavior of running to Yu Bai's bed to hug someone to sleep for comfort after doing something wrong is really... tsk.

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There is another update tomorrow!