dark cloud

The blue sky and white clouds are leisurely curling up, the hot temperature in the afternoon triggers the continuous chirping of summer cicadas, and the sound of gongs, drums, silk and bamboo is heard not far away, and there is endless enjoyment and joy.

No matter how busy it is outside the window, the house is peaceful and quiet.

The red gold lotus tower incense burner on the table emits curling cigarettes. The clear and refreshing smell is light and refreshing, so that people will not always feel drowsy in this hot summer.

There was a person lying obliquely on the soft couch by the window. The gray gauze was obviously a dull color, but it felt like an exiled fairy when worn on this person. His fluffy light brown long hair was covered with He casually used a green jade hairpin to roll up his snow-white neck, and his face was hidden behind the pages of a book so that people could not see his face clearly.

On the table, a boy about twelve or thirteen years old was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe and was writing something earnestly with his head down. The small hand holding the ink pen was a little stiff because it had not been loosened for a long time, and a drop of sweat ran down his forehead. His delicate and beautiful face lowered to the paper, and the boy's writing hand stopped.

The handwriting on the paper was smeared with sweat, the young man frowned slightly angry and anxious, he quietly raised his eyes to look at the person on the soft couch, his big dark eyes couldn't see what he was thinking about. What.

"If you want to go, then go." The person on the couch suddenly said, his voice was soft but with a touch of coldness.

The young man suddenly came back to his senses, the ink pen in his hand almost fell from his hand, a trace of panic flashed in the young man's eyes.

"I'm just a little thirsty." The boy quickly regained the composure he shouldn't have at his age.

The person on the soft couch slightly removed the book in his hand, revealing a pair of amber eyes, and glanced at the young man indifferently.

"come"

He called the attendant and brought a bowl of iced lotus seed porridge in front of the young man. The young man smelled the faint lotus fragrance in the bowl and couldn't help but feel a coolness spread from his nose to his whole body, and the boredom caused by the heat also dissipated.

The young man was about to reach out for the white jade-colored bowl, when he suddenly found that there was an extra person in the room at some point. The person who came was completely covered in black, revealing a pair of eyes. The man in black was kneeling respectfully in front of the soft couch and whispered. Said something.

Because the room was too quiet, and the boy was not an ordinary person, the boy still heard what the man in black said.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty was assassinated in the Imperial Garden."

The boy's figure paused slightly and his eyes drooped naturally so that people couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly. A strand of hair on his forehead swept across a tear mole in the corner of his left eye. Such a charming little face, It's a pity that it was born on a man.

"Where's Your Majesty?" Putting down the book in his hand, the person reclining on the soft couch finally showed his face, but at some point, his face was covered with a strange silver mask and only his pink lips were exposed.

"Still in the Imperial Garden, Your Majesty is very angry." The man in black didn't look up.

The young man saw the person on the soft couch stand up and walk out of the house, and went out with him without even thinking about it. The man in black behind him disappeared without a trace, like a ghost, coming without a trace go without a trace.

Today in the Imperial Garden, the Jialan Emperor Chunyu Lie ordered a summer banquet of singing and dancing on a whim, and no one could laugh at the originally happy scene of Yingge Yanwu.

The stairs not far from Chunyulie's table were covered with red blood, and there was a person lying at Chunyulie's feet, to be exact, a dead man with a hole in his chest pierced by a sharp sword.

The dead man's bright yellow brocade robe was stained with black blood, and Chunyu Lie looked very ugly sitting on the dragon chair.

Next, a group of his concubines and concubines were all pale and frightened. Some timid ones even fainted, but no one dared to make any noise. Everyone carefully glanced at Chun Yulie's face, for fear that he would Be angry and take someone's life.

The scene became more and more weird. At this moment, a palace servant hurried in from the outside to report.

"Your Majesty, the High Priest has come down."

The people present couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when they heard these words, and Chunyu Lie's livid face didn't seem so ugly, he lifted his foot and kicked the corpse at his feet aside, and sat down with a dignified expression.

Not long after, a figure walked into the imperial garden, and the dull gray gauze was lifted up by walking, like a dream like mist, and the jasper hairpin with long brown hair became more emerald green under the sun, which made people feel The most memorable thing is the mask on the face of the visitor.

I don't know what kind of monster is used for the half mask. It is terrifying from a distance, but when you get closer, you can see a pair of amber eyes shining with streamers under the mask. I think this mask is scary, and I can't even take my eyes off it and get addicted to it.

The high priest walked up to the steps and glanced at the blood stains on the steps and the corpse kicked away by Chun Yulie. His beautiful face lost all color and looked at him with eyes that were dying.

This was originally a beauty that Chunyu Lie had worked hard to find. Although she was a man, Chunyu Lie still loved him very much, but at this time, Chun Yulie used him as a shield and stabbed him to death. No wonder he died The eyes were still open before, feeling unwilling, hopeless and helpless, perhaps more of hatred!

"Hmph!" Chunyu Lie threw a wine glass and smashed it on the steps, his handsome face was full of impatience and anger.

"Your Majesty, please appease your anger." The high priest spoke slowly, his clear and soft voice was like a cool breeze on a hot summer day, which made people feel refreshed.

"Look at the good things you arranged, if there is anything wrong, you will not be able to escape the blame!"

"Yes, please appease your majesty, please go back to the palace first." The high priest stood under the steps, neither humble nor overbearing, with a calm tone, like a proud green lotus, noble and elegant, for a moment, Chunyu Lie's imperial aura was invisible was suppressed.

With a cold snort, Chunyu Lie stood up and walked down the steps. The high priest followed Chun Yulie and escorted him back to the palace. In front of the priest, a pair of dark eyes flashed a hint of contempt and ridicule.

The young man waited outside Chunyulie's Canglan Hall, and the high priest came out slowly after a long time. The young man looked at the high priest from top to bottom, and after confirming that his clothes were neat and his hair was not messed up, he held his hand tightly. The holding hand was released.

"Prince, what are you doing standing here?" The high priest's amber eyes swept over.

The eldest prince that the high priest was talking about was the young man in front of him, Chun Yulü, Chun Yulie's first prince, and also the first heir to the throne.

"Emperor Master, where is the assassin? Was he killed or caught by your people?" Chun Yulu's small face did not have the innocence and romance that a twelve or thirteen-year-old child should have. Instead, he was calm and mature like an adult, with a pair of black eyes. Settle your heart to the bottom.

"Follow me." The high priest led Chunyulu out of the Canglan Palace, and came to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice with all kinds of twists and turns.

Going down the steps, the dungeon is tightly sealed. In order not to reveal the direction of the exit, no candles are lit in the dungeon. A few huge night pearls illuminate the dungeon, and the faint smell of blood is unbearable. If you want to vomit, the ground under your feet may be stained with a dark red color due to being soaked in blood for a long time.

A man in colorful clothes was tied up on a large iron chair, his head was slightly lowered, his eyes were closed tightly, and fresh blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth onto his colorful clothes.

Seeing everything here, Chunyulu's usually calm little face finally turned a little pale, and his big dark eyes couldn't help being frightened.

Yes, he should be afraid, the pampered prince would touch these things hidden in the darkness at such a young age, if he is not afraid at this time, then this is doubtful.

The person on the iron chair hadn't passed out before, but when he heard the footsteps, he slowly raised his head and opened his eyes, his handsome face looked blue under the illumination of the night pearl.

The man in Caiyi was the assassin's accomplice who failed to assassinate Chun Yulie today and was captured. Of course, another accomplice of his had already been hacked to death on the steps of the imperial garden.

He saw the high priest and Chunyu Lv come in, but his eyes stayed on the high priest, and he couldn't tell what emotion was in his eyes, it was so complicated that it was difficult to understand, and he grinned after a long time.

Chunyulu almost cried out because of his smile, he covered his mouth and took a step back.

I saw the assassin grinning, revealing a mouth full of teeth and blood, and he said in a slightly blurred voice: "I think you are the high priest of Jialan, right? Can you see me in this life?" In vain for my suffering."

The high priest stood there watching him without speaking, his amber eyes were full of indifference.

"Almost all the bones below my head were smashed by your subordinates. It really hurts to knock them down inch by inch."

With a pale face, Chunyulu's mind flashed the scene of breaking a person's bones, and his body trembled slightly.

"They didn't force me to ask why I came to assassinate me, and I belonged to that force, they just kept shutting up and banging me hard, so that even if I wanted to confess, they smashed my teeth and didn't allow me to speak, hehe, how weird. "

"The execution of your sentence is not to extort a confession, but as a punishment for assassination. Life is better than death, but death is too late." The high priest finally spoke.

"Hehe...I really want to die now. When will you be merciful and let me die, I will be grateful." The assassin smiled and twisted his face in pain.

The high priest suddenly turned to Chunyu Lv and asked, "Do you sympathize with him?"

Chunyulu shook his head with a pale face, "He wants to kill my father, the murderer always has an end, but the people behind him..."

"Want to hear him tell the truth?" The high priest continued to ask without expressing praise or criticism.

"The ones who are sent to assassinate are usually dead men. How can you trust the words of dead men?" Chunyu Lv was a little hesitant and didn't know what to do.

"You are the next emperor. You have to understand one thing. As long as you open your mouth, I will satisfy you. You destroy it yourself."

The high priest's voice was clear, and he felt as if he was about to suffocate as he knocked on Chunyu Lv word by word. He knew that although he said he didn't sympathize with the assassin, he still couldn't bear it in his heart before. He was freed by a dead end, but... no matter how deep it was hidden, the high priest discovered it.

"Everyone has a last resort for everyone, I don't want to kill anyone..." The high priest's voice echoed in the dungeon, his amber eyes glowed strangely, and the assassin's eyes that met him gradually He lost his luster, and when his black eyes lit up again, an amber gleam flashed in his eyes.

Sixuan woke up from the dream and suddenly opened his eyes. It took him a long time to return to reality. He was lying on the large sofa, and the maid was kneading his already disabled legs so that the muscles would not atrophy or deform. .

In fact, after his soul awakened in Su Yalun's body, every time he fell asleep, he was dreaming non-stop. Every time the dream was messy, the preface was inconsistent and the words were jumping violently, but this time it was complete but very clear.

From the beginning to the end, he seemed to be watching from an objective perspective. No one had ever been able to peek into the high priest's heart, but even if he just watched, he could clearly understand the high priest's thoughts.

Because he himself is the high priest!Of course, only you can understand your own heart.

The last words he said in the dream: "Everyone has their own last resort, I don't want to kill anyone", lingered in Sixuan's mind for a long time.

As for why I have such a dream...

Sixuan laughed slowly.

"It turned out to be you, it really was you, you not only survived, but also found Jiu Zhe and opened its seal, you really are much better than your father Chunyu Lie, it's a pity... Jia Lanzhu If you don’t go there, I won’t be able to give you backing, you were originally a blue dragon soaring in the sky, but your wings were broken here.”

Looking up at the sky above the head, the blue sky and white clouds are leisurely curling up, how similar to that scorching afternoon?

Lying in the bathtub, De Ai Bolin suddenly opened his eyes, perhaps Chun Yulu in his body finally searched for the memories in Ai Bolin's mind and woke up.

"Su Yalun...how did the emperor escape into the body of a mortal? He is still so weak." Chunyu Lv couldn't help frowning.

Most of Ai Bolin's memories are useless, until the last few memories are the most important.

"The soul simulated with my soul and soul has actually met the emperor. Does this mean that our fate is endless?" Chunyu Lv seemed very happy, and the moles at the corners of his eyes became more and more bright because of his smile. Charming and seductive.

He stood up and put on the bathrobe directly. Although the scars on his water-soaked back had already healed, they were still extremely ferocious. They were the injuries Ai Bolin suffered when he met Su Yalun for the last time.

But that time the high priest, Wu Sixuan, had slowly come to his senses. Even if it was a different face, Chun Yulu could still distinguish it from the pair of amber eyes shining with light and the clear lotus fragrance all over his body.

That is his emperor teacher, Jialan's guardian high priest, and he has been pursuing the existence that he has always looked up to.

"Whoever wakes you up, I will make his life worse than death!" The smile in the corner of his eyes gradually cooled down, and the tenderness in his eyes became more and more cold, even with a strong killing intent.