After I died, the sickly prince turned black

"Fengtian Chengyun Emperor's Edict said: The regent You Ziqing used power to seek profit and form a party for personal gain, and he was planning to rebel against the government. He should be sentenced to death. I remember the past meritorious deeds. Therefore, the emperor gave me a glass of poisoned wine to leave the whole body. After death, I will posthumously seal a The word shoulder to shoulder king, enter the imperial mausoleum, hereby!"

"My lord, let's go."

Under the long pavilion, the man in red clothes kept his eyes shut and said nothing, he looked down at the koi carp swimming in the pond as if he had never heard of it, his delicate and glistening profile was like the plum blossom in full bloom in the opposite pond.

The Xuanzhi eunuch waited for a long time, his face was ugly, and even his usual high-pitched voice was a little bit lower.

"My lord, the Sa family is still in a hurry to return the emperor's life!"

The eunuch Xuanzhi immediately put away the hypocritical respect on his face: "It is the highest honor that a prince with a different surname has never had before. The prince should thank the emperor for his kindness. Drink this wine early Drinking late, you have to drink anyway, so why bother..."

"What's the rush?" You Ziqing tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up in a careless arc, his phoenix eyes were smiling, and he sneered but coldly: "Put down the wine and go out."

"My lord..."

"This palace is guarded by three thousand heavy soldiers, and it is completely surrounded. Can this king escape?"

Holding the jade spoon, You Ziqing picked up some fish food and sprinkled it leisurely into the pond. He smiled and watched the fish scrambling to snatch it first: "It's only a quarter to three in the afternoon when the head is beheaded. Isn't it the time yet? You just wait outside the door." , I can’t miss you reporting to the emperor.”

Seeing that the eunuch did not move, You Ziqing squinted his eyes, pulled out the soft sword at his waist, put it on the opponent's neck, pressed down on the blade, and immediately a line of blood was splattered.

"The left and right are dying people. I don't mind being buried with someone who doesn't have long eyes." You Ziqing still had a smile on his lips, but in the cold wind, he looked like a smiling evil spirit.

He was famous for being crazy, and the queen mother dared to kill her if she was in a hurry, but the eunuch didn't have such tough heads, so he was so frightened that he didn't even have a word of nonsense, and fled away.

"My lord..." When the people left, the servant stepped forward with red eyes, opened his mouth, let out a choked sob.

"Didn't the deed of sale be given to you a long time ago, what are you still doing here?"

You Ziqing tossed the soft sword in his hand aside, picked up the gold bottle and jade cup and shook it: "Let's go."

"My lord, I won't go..."

"roll."

The boy knelt down and wept uncontrollably.

"You don't have to wait to collect the corpse for this king." You Ziqing drank the poisoned wine with his head up, threw the glass and lit the fire, "Your ministers have to die, but they can enter the imperial mausoleum after death, hehe... I You Ziqing is blind and blind, so he will die, but he doesn't want to dirty this cycle of reincarnation, you are ruthless, why should you be merciful?"

Black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but You Ziqing didn't seem to notice, under the firelight, that face became more magnificent and coquettish.

"Back then, Zhao Zhen, the deposed prince, was killed by a glass of poisoned wine." You Ziqing looked down at the fire pocket in his hand, and through the light of the fire, he saw the deep and dark eyes of the deposed prince again: "If you think about it, all of this is retribution."

Dreaming back at midnight, I dreamed of those eyes more than once, and my heart trembled every time, but for the sixth prince Zhao Ji, I never regretted it.

Since being sent to Zhao Ji for the first time as a companion ten years ago, You Ziqing has been a knife in Zhao Ji's hand, a butcher's knife to eradicate dissidents by all means.

Now the knife was swung at You Ziqing himself.

The organ counts everything, but it only misses people's hearts.

he was wrong...

I am used to doing everything for that person, but I forgot that the other party is no longer the lonely prince who was bullied by the abandoned concubine who needed his protection everywhere.

It is the honor of ninety-five.

And his step by step is no longer reassuring, but has become a thorn in the heart of the other party, and if one is not removed, it will be difficult to sleep and eat.

You Ziqing suddenly felt it was very funny, and he really laughed and bent over, but choked out a mouthful of dirty blood.

"Nine children..."

The little servant named Jiu'er couldn't make a sound, but still knelt and moved in front of You Ziqing: "My lord, my little one, the villain is..."

"I seem to hear the sound of joy." You Ziqing sat down slowly while leaning on the pillar of the porch, looking at the void, but his eyes were as bright as a flash of light, frighteningly bright: "Listen, don't you... like, Yes, the ritual and music of the emperor's great joy..."

"Third Young Master!" Jiu'er finally couldn't help but rushed over, hugged You Ziqing's crumbling body and cried loudly: "You all know, you just know that's why you deliberately set up this deadlock, how can you be so stupid? ?!"

"Stupid?" You Ziqing's eyes began to slacken, but the corners of his mouth raised into a smile: "It seems... yes, it's quite stupid, sir, if you don't leave me, you won't abandon me, yes, he doesn't want me anymore..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, the third young master..."

"Don't cry." You Ziqing wanted to wipe away Jiu'er's tears, but when he raised his hand, he found that he was still holding on to the lighted torch: "Let's go, Jiu'er, let's go, leave the capital..."

"No!" Jiu'er shook his head, tears fell on the corner of You Ziqing's mouth, like the glass of poisoned wine, bitter and astringent: "I won't go!"

"You really don't want to leave?" You Ziqing closed his eyes.

Jiu'er suddenly snatched the fire folder from You Ziqing's hand, and said decisively in his eyes, "The villain will follow the prince to the death!"

As soon as the words fell, the fire was tossed, and the moment it landed, it ignited the kerosene that had already been sprayed on the ground in the distance.

There was only a loud bang, and the moment the kerosene ignited, the explosives that had been buried long ago were detonated...

……

Intense pain struck, and You Ziqing was pinned down just as he was wondering why he didn't die completely.

"Don't move!"

Well……

this sound...

You Ziqing opened his eyes and met a pair of deep and deep sharp eyes, and he was taken aback.

Zhao Zhen!

It was Prince Zhao Zhen!

But isn't he already dead?

wrong……

When Zhao Zhen died, he was standing at a young age, with a chiseled face with sharp edges and corners, and the one in front of him, although he had grown, obviously still had baby fat on his face that hadn't faded away. They are much more immature, this is...

Zhao Zhen at that time!

How did you meet Zhao Zhen when you were young?

Also, shouldn't I be dead too?

So what's going on now?

You Ziqing stared at Zhao Zhen's face that was too close, and his brain froze for a moment, unable to react.

"Why the devil's expression?" Zhao Zhen raised his eyebrows.

Isn't it the hell?

There are still two evil spirits who have a blood feud!

There is no jealousy when ghosts meet each other, but... instead, they sit on the tree intimately, hugging the ground tightly.

You Ziqing: "..."

Zhao Zhen ignored You Ziqing, looked under the tree with his head, and dragged him to jump off the tree.

The moment you landed, You Ziqing's legs went limp, and Zhao Zhen quickly pulled her into his arms, so he didn't fall to the ground.

However, before You Ziqing could stand still, Zhao Zhen's pupils shrank, and he hugged him and turned around to avoid a few threatening arrows.

"Come on!"

Zhao Zhen drew his sword to meet the black-clothed assassin who rushed out suddenly, but pushed You Ziqing back with his backhand.