The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

There was a moment of silence in the secret passage, where the torches in front couldn't shine, the darkness seemed endless.

Instinctively, he would not hear the answer, the emperor stretched out his hand and pushed his younger brother on the back: "Why, this is the first time I have tasted the feeling of falling out of favor with the teacher, are you not reconciled?"

His Royal Highness King Yan who almost hit the sword: "..."

The old eunuch who was holding a torch to lead the way in front of the side peeked sideways, and saw the prince's expression was very subtle, as if he was confused about the situation, but he didn't know how to refute this sentence.

Xie Changle held back for a long time before he said, "I don't have that kind of thought about the teacher!"

It's not that he was unwilling, but he felt that the teacher's change was sudden, and the temperament of the familiar teacher changed drastically. Normal people would want to figure it out, right?

As the center of the discussion, Beitang Hanye did not speak.

First, it wasn't him they were arguing about.Secondly, even if he answered this question, Chu Yiyang would not believe it. He already felt that it was strange that he could accept him after the reversal.

Right now, the king in red didn't need him to speak, and said directly to his younger brother: "That's right, the teacher has changed his previous temperament, which is indeed arousing suspicion. He was locked in the palace by me before, and he refused to give him a good face when I tried both soft and hard. You want to confront me head-on every day, but today you succumbed—"

As he spoke, he looked towards Beitang Hanye in the light of the torch, with a slight mockery in his expression.

The taunt was not directed at the silent sweetheart, but at himself.

"—I guess it's because I know you've come to the imperial capital, right?

"In order to divert my attention, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his appearance on the bed, just to protect you, are you happy?"

Beitang Hanye looked at him for a moment, and the king turned his head back with suspicion in his eyes.

"What's going on?" the red-clothed tyrant thought, "Could it be that he really fell in love with me?"

The secret passage dug from the palace to the underground imperial mausoleum is very long and wide, and can accommodate several people in parallel, but the old eunuch subconsciously walked forward.

After all, the entanglement between His Majesty, King Yan and Bai Shangshu is not just a day or two.

His Highness King Yan blinked his eyes like a puppet, and was flattered immediately before the teacher's rebuttal.

In this way, the logic goes smoothly. Isn't the teacher very wronged?But thinking about it again is wrong, if this is the case, why did he point the sword at himself when he came to save others?

——His Royal Highness Yan Wang felt that the world had entered a category that he could not understand.

The layout of the Eastern Suburb Imperial Mausoleum is easy to defend but difficult to attack. The manpower mentioned by the old eunuch in the palace just now is arranged inside, which is considered the last way of retreat.

He watched the grown-up king sitting in such a coveted position, with such a willful temperament, as a person next to the king, of course he had to have a backup.

"...After entering the imperial mausoleum, leave through the secret exit, retreat to the palace, and then call the general to escort, Your Majesty will not have to worry!"

As he walked deeper and deeper into the secret passage, the old eunuch became more and more relaxed. In order to break the weird atmosphere between the three behind him, he couldn't help but talk about the plan he had prepared.

The general is a supporter of His Majesty, holding the military power in his hands, which is not comparable to these mobs.

Even if they get the imperial city now, it is useless, the old eunuch held the torch and said confidently, "We will come back!"

Although he spoke very excitedly, the king he served just responded casually twice, as if he didn't take this matter to heart at all.

After encouraging the king, the old eunuch remembered one thing, turned to look at King Yan who was being held captive, and asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, what will King Yan do after we leave?"

Keeping him now can be a hostage, but after breaking out, it will be a drag, and let him listen to the overall plan, let alone keep him here.

It would be a disaster to stay here, and it would just give those disorderly officials and thieves in the imperial city an unintelligent puppet emperor.

Only then did the red-clothed tyrant pull away from his thoughts, and looked at the back of his younger brother's head in front of him.

After watching for a while, he said, "Kill it."

Xie Changle, who was held hostage by him, almost burst into tears.

Why? !He didn't want to kill his brother. He came back after all kinds of hardships, but he just wanted to save the teacher, and he couldn't resist just now. After all, his brother didn't have much force, but his brother wanted to kill him!

The grievances in His Highness King Yan's heart accumulated to the extreme, and he let out a loud sob under his brother's sword: "You want to kill me!"

After turning on the switch of tears, he broke the jar completely, as if he wanted to pour out all the grievances he had suffered for so many years to the people behind him, his voice choked with sobs echoed in the whole secret passage.

"When I was young, you coaxed me to climb a tree...but you fell down, brother, and I left such a big scar on my forehead to catch you! But when you came to the emperor, you turned everything upside down and said that I pulled you!" Let you climb a tree... I was scolded, but you are fine!"

The red-clothed tyrant sneered: "Later, the teacher found out and gave you the medicine with his own hands, but I have to hit the palm of my hand with a board."

"When I grow up, I will lead the army to fight at the border, regain your lost ground, and fight hard against those barbarians—"

In the eyes of countless people, this is the God of the Border Army. The young man who bleeds but does not shed tears choked up, "I was injured so badly that I almost died..."

The red-clothed tyrant interrupted him: "If you die, I will definitely give you a grand burial, make you king of Wu, and bury you in the imperial tomb. I will remember you forever! But you didn't die, the teacher even brought a genius doctor to press you down!" Liang, go to the border to stabilize the overall situation, he will accompany you at the border for half a year, and I will cheat with those old and immortal people in the court, and I will never see him!"

"—But I never thought of hurting you from the beginning to the end!" His Highness King Yan raised his voice over him, and the ending sound echoed in the secret passage, "You want to kill me! You want to kill me!"

"Who can you blame for your stupidity?!" The tyrant in red pushed him impatiently, "Don't cry like a dead father here, hurry up!"

A sharp howl suddenly sounded in the passage!

A little bit of cold light lit up, and flew through the air at an extremely fast speed, directly grabbing the throat of King Yan who was still crying.

Sensing the approaching breath of death, Xie Changle's pupils shrank suddenly.

Beitang Hanye, who was walking beside him, quickly pulled the man away, took his place and held the hand of the king in red, and with the sword in his hand, he pushed the arrow away .

The strong force from the sword made the king's mouth numb.

At the same time, a long-lost mechanical voice sounded in Chu Yiyang's ear: "You're awake."

The sharp arrow that was pushed away continued unabated, and sank deeply into the left wall, leaving only half of the arrow tail trembling outside.

His Royal Highness King Yan, who came to his senses, was already clinging to the wall like an old eunuch holding a torch, looking vigilantly at the other side.

The sword in Chu Yiyang's hand was taken by the person beside him.

Beitang Hanye embraced him with one hand, and lowered the other hand, pointing the tip of the sword obliquely at the ground.

There was an ambush in the secret passage, and either the people arranged in the imperial tomb were killed, or they were instigated to rebel.

He looked at the people who showed their figures on the opposite side, unlike the men in black who sneaked into the palace, they were not masked, so Beitang Hanye recognized the old man in the lead at a glance.

"General?!" The old eunuch holding the torch saw the opponent's face clearly and shouted out, "Why did you—"

He looked at this old man in armor with disbelief all over his face, but he was not surprised when he recognized Beitang Hanye, another elder next to Young Master Yaochi.

No matter how it changes, everything in the illusion is approaching the real history.

Those who control the exit of the imperial mausoleum and enter the secret passage are always those who stand on the side of King Yan.

The people on the opposite side came to a distance of ten steps away from the four of them and stopped. Another elder from Yaochi looked at them and said, "His Royal Highness King Yan, come here."

Xie Changle stood there without moving.

Shooting an arrow in the dark, no matter if it is aimed at him or at the elder brother behind him, is extremely dangerous. What's more, the other party still has the bow that just shot the arrow in his hand, and he has no intention of hiding it.

He returned to his brother and teacher from the wall, and said in a deep voice, "I won't go."

But after the words fell, a hand came up from behind him and pushed him lightly, and then his familiar voice sounded: "In the past, he won't kill you."

——But if you stay here, it is not certain whether you will be injured.

Hearing his brother's voice, Xie Changle turned his head.

Although his elder brother always spoke in such a nonchalant tone no matter when he was in trouble or in a bigger trouble, but at this moment he could hear something different.

Maybe it was because his younger brother was almost killed in front of him, or because it was close to the imperial tomb, Chu Yiyang was touched by the blocked memory and regained his sobriety.

Right now, he is still being embraced by the person behind him, and he can still feel the temperature of another person's chest behind his back.

Then I thought about how I scolded my younger brother just now, and said that I would just kill him. Going back to the memory, I was on the bed, how to please the people behind me in the palace of happiness... Too much information made Chu Yiyang overwhelmed. Brain overload.

In the eyes of the original red-clothed tyrant, the expressions and gazes that made him puzzled clearly showed Beitang Hanye's suspicion of him, as well as his previous behavior of blindfolding...

This suffocates Chu Yiyang, who has always adhered to the principle of "not having too much entanglement with the protagonist".

Resisting the urge to touch his forehead, Chu Yiyang looked at his younger brother standing in front of him.

He was obviously still trapped in this illusion, and he couldn't think of anything.

At this time, Beitang Hanye let go of his hand: "There is a way out of the imperial mausoleum, you go there first, and I will follow after I clean up these people."

"it is good."

Chu Yiyang agreed very simply, keeping a little distance away, which happened to be less embarrassing.

He thought that his ability to recover should be due to the overlapping of illusion and reality. They might have been near the imperial mausoleum, and the mirage might have spread to the outskirts.

He waved to his younger brother, and said to Beitang Hanye: "Then we will go there first."

As soon as the words fell, His Royal Highness King Yan, who was summoned to his side and was ready to break out with his brother, saw the teacher grabbing his brother.

Chu Yiyang staggered, but the golden bell on his ankle stopped ringing.

He was dragged back to the original place, and stopped at a very close distance from Beitang Hanye, seeing those eyes staring at him like cold pools: "The person in the cave, is it you?"

The person who had obviously recovered his memory paused for a moment, and then the expression on his face turned into the more familiar indifference of Beitang Hanye, and he said, "I don't know what the sword master is talking about, what's the problem, why don't we talk about it when we get out."

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