The villain is far from my CP!

Western Turks, Wang Ting.

"Tatuso!"

A call came from far away on the grassland. In a low tent, the figure covered by the quilt moved, and then sat up with wide eyes.

Tatu Suo, the most famous poison master in Northern Turkic, seemed to have been abused within half a month after he came to Northern Turkic.

The fundus of the eyes is black and haggard, and the originally sullen temperament is more and more like a ghost from hell.

He woke up from the heavy dream, but his eyes were still bloodshot.

Today is No.15, the last day of the nightmare covenant he promised to the Central Plains people.

The nightmare was actually prepared yesterday, but he didn't dare to advance the date.

In the past fifteen days, he has not overcome the nightmare, but he is tortured by the fear of the nightmare every day.

The scream of the prisoner who had swallowed the nightmare at the beginning lingered in the dream, and then gradually overlapped with his own scream.

The scream of pain from the severed hand eight years ago.

With a gloomy face, Tattuso slammed his mutilated right arm, and the iron chain hanging on it kicked up bursts of mud.

He got up, washed up, and was about to go to the next tent to check the nightmare for the last time.

In fact, he held out a glimmer of hope.

The Khan of the Western Turks didn't understand poison, so when he prepared Nightmare, he deliberately divided it into two parts. One part was full of medicine, but the other part greatly reduced the amount of poison.

As long as the appearance of the two nightmares is similar, perhaps...

Thinking of this, Tatusu finally felt a little more relaxed. He walked out of the small tent where he was resting, and went to the tent set up by King Khan's temporary messenger to make poison for him.

The latter was not far from his residence, and not far from the place where the Central Plains man was imprisoned. Tatuso walked around a small grassy hill and saw the tent from a distance, but suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

——In the past, there were only four people guarding the tent, but today there are four other people guarding the door.

A bad premonition floated in Tattuso's heart. He almost trotted towards the tent, and as soon as he lifted the curtain, he saw King Khan wearing sheepskin gloves, holding two black pills in the air and holding them carefully. Observe, with a look of interest.

"Your Majesty!" Tatuso's voice changed, and he hurried over, trying to distinguish which of the two nightmare pills was the one with the full dose, but found that his technique was really good, the two pills were exactly the same, Even he himself couldn't tell the difference between the fake and the real.

Tattuso's face was as white as grass after autumn frost.

"Oh, the messenger from the Northland," King Khan also turned his head at this time, and smiled at him in a friendly manner, "This king has always admired the delicate art of poison making, so I couldn't help but come to find out. , I hope it won't bother you."

Tatuso hastily lowered his head slightly, hiding the resentment in his eyes and his pale complexion, and bowed deeply.

Khan smiled, put the two nightmares back into the box, and left slowly with the people.

The moment the curtain was closed, Tatuso walked forward quickly, and grabbed an apprentice who was in charge of guarding Nightmare.

"Did Khan mess with the order of these two nightmares!" He lowered his voice and asked viciously.

The apprentice was his entourage, but he didn't know that he prepared a fake nightmare for himself. Hearing this, he raised his eyes in a daze and said that Khan would pick up one at a time, the other at a time, and both at a time. Notice.

Tatuso's face turned completely pale.

His pupils constricted, staring at the two identical pills, his teeth were chattering or grinding, making a "creaking" sound.

No, why did Khan come to check him suddenly while he was away.

Such a question suddenly appeared in his mind.

A face covered in cold sweat and embarrassed, but always showing him a mocking smile appeared in front of his eyes.

Tattuso suddenly raised his head and looked in an unknown direction, breathing a little short of breath.

"Before the Khan came, did he go to other places?" He grabbed the apprentice by the waist and asked almost hysterically in a suppressed voice.

The apprentice swallowed, and finally said: "It seems, I seem to have seen that, that Central Plains man."

How many days have passed, Qi Changting doesn't know.

Qi Changting didn't know what time it was.

The sun was not visible, meals were missing, and he was either woken up by being splashed with ice water or woken up by the pain.

The grasslands are not like the Central Plains where there are horrific punishments, except for whipping, other methods are fatal, and the poison master dare not use them.

But it was just flogging, and it was played with flowers. The long thorns were coated with various poisons, and the indescribable itching was superimposed with the inexplicable pain. He slammed his head against the iron fence.

Suddenly, the dazzling light overflowing from nowhere made the young man tremble and opened his eyes.

The scorching orange flames were so close to his pupils that the temperature that almost burned his eyeballs made him close his eyes and turn his head away.

However, the orange flames were still imprinted in the eyes.

There is also a sinister face that is twisted to the extreme.

The young man took a few breaths, then suddenly closed his eyes and smiled.

"Ah, Tatuso," the young man seemed a little happy, "you really came."

The corners of Tatuso's eyes twitched nervously, "Sure enough, it's really your fault!"

"Damn me," the young man seemed to be incomprehensible in his voice, but the sarcasm that was almost overflowing in his newly opened eyes had already explained everything.

A chuckle accompanied by a violent cough overflowed from the throat, "So, you really prepared two different nightmares, huh? Are you confused now? You can only knead two , go to the gambling appointment with me."

Tattuso was short of breath, the sternness in his eyes grew like a prairie fire, and he slowly took out something from the rim with his left hand.

There was still a whole patch of orange red floating in front of Qi Changting's eyes, and he couldn't see anything.

After he laughed, he tilted his head back slightly and leaned against the iron railing. Suddenly, his body stiffened suddenly, the veins on the side of his neck bulged, and a whimper escaped his throat unexpectedly.

"Uh!" The boy's eyes widened with constricted pupils, his neck was raised high, his teeth were clenched tightly, and his breath was bitten, but he still couldn't stop crying out in pain.

The left leg, which was fixed on the ground anchor by the iron chain, trembled, and something thin and long at the knee twisted and disappeared, followed by a sharp pain bursting from that point, as if The pain of prying the patella up.

"Heaven's favored son of the Central Plains, seems to be very good at lightness kungfu." In a trance, a greasy voice like a snake letter came from his ear, "This is called a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye!"

"Woo! Ugh!"

The iron chain swayed, and the shackles rubbed red blood on the wrist.

The poison master quietly stood up. In the darkness, he saw the young man's left leg start from the knee with a horrible bruise, and he smiled nervously.

Khan is so stubborn, he is a complete idiot who warned him openly and secretly to be careful!

So what if he abolished Qi Zheng, and stayed until the nightmare broke out tonight...

"Hehehehahahahaha." He laughed sharply and maniacally.

After tonight, until Qi Zheng's sheepskin is peeled off tonight, he must personally make it into a medicine man, and let him know that everything is just the beginning!

Tattuso took a last look at the boy's struggle, and Yoyo left the prison tent.

"Aqiao, Aqiao..." In the dim tent, the boy's chapped lips opened and closed silently.

What to do, he couldn't hold it anymore.

When are you coming to pick me up?

I don't know how long this pain lasted. The young man suddenly felt that his entire left leg and even the entire left side of his body had lost consciousness a little bit, and finally slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Carved beams and painted buildings, pavilions, carved dragons and floating phoenixes, patrolling pools and verandas.

He hasn't been here for a long time.

Duan Tang Pavilion.

In the entire imperial palace, the second only to the Chunhe Palace was the residence of Concubine Duan, who was very popular at that time.

And he...

"Your Highness Fourth? Your Highness Fourth!" Mammy's call came from far to nearer, and then said "Hey" in surprise and fear: "Why did Your Highness become so disheveled again!"

Fourth Highness.

The boy shook his head, subconsciously looked down.

With somewhat immature hands and feet, the cuffs and boots are indeed covered with dust.

This scene is somewhat familiar.

He felt something in his heart, and turned his head to look at the tall ginkgo tree beside him. There was a young man in the tree who was also wearing a brocade robe. He glared at him resentfully, then turned around and disappeared into the dense tree canopy.

Qi Changhe.

These three words suddenly popped into the boy's mind, and his heart beat violently.

"Brother Huang, Brother Huang! Brother Three Emperors!" He broke free from the shackles of the nanny, subconsciously resorted to light kung fu, and was about to chase after him, but was grabbed by the arm.

At this time, he was still a ten-year-old child, the so-called lightness kung fu was just a play, how could he escape the iron palm of the nanny?

"The Fourth Highness is going to hang out with the Third Highness again!" Mammy looked very angry, "You are going to hurt Concubine Duan by doing this!"

The little boy finally stopped struggling.

Duanfei.

"Mother Concubine." He seemed to be raving, and then his eyes widened suddenly.

A pair of black and angry eyes flashed with brilliance in an instant.

Mother concubine!

He wanted to break away from Mammy again, but when he realized that he couldn't do it, he started to drag Mammy to run.

Everything is so familiar, not Xuan Dongsan's cold palace, but the Duan Tang Pavilion where someone waits for him, someone combs his hair, and someone lets him lie in his arms and act like a baby.

"Mother Concubine!" He followed the path in his memory, rushed to the familiar door, and pushed it open.

The woman's voice and smile were still there, seeing him barging in like this, she laughed and cursed "Little Earth Monkey".

The young man was stunned at the door, his eyes that hadn't been wet for many years were suddenly covered with mist.

The woman pulled his sleeves, wiped his face with a handkerchief with a faint mint scent, then untied his hair, and ordered the maid to fetch hot water while wiping off the dust for him.

The woman's hand was extremely comfortable, as if caressing his heart.

He knelt on the ground with one knee, bumped his head into the warm embrace of the woman, and lay on his stomach, refusing to move.

While drowsy, a familiar smell came into his nose again.

Mint.

What is this mint?

Why don't you seem to have heard of it.

He thought about it in a trance, but finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he was suddenly awakened by a sharp cry.

This cry was also somewhat familiar, so familiar that it seemed as if a thunder had streaked across the sea, tearing apart the entire dark sky in an instant.

He woke up with a jerk.

He was kneeling in front of the bed alone, the woman's warm embrace seemed to be just a dream.

Thick uneasiness enveloped his heart impenetrably, he stood up staggeringly and wanted to find someone, but scattered words broke into his ears.

"Third prince, that child is too pitiful."

"That's right, the Bihetang has only buried disobedient maids and eunuchs. How could I have tasted such a noble life?"

Bi, Bihetang.

A boy's heart is like falling into an ice cave.

His hands and feet were cold, and he rushed out of Duantang Pavilion like crazy, and went on a rampage along the road that he walked countless times in the nightmare.

It's raining.

The dense circles on the lotus pond staggered and overlapped, stepping on each other, creating ripples, and then stopped when they touched the pale hand on the bank.

A boy who was quite similar to him was lying quietly in the mud by the pond.

His complexion was blue and purple, his brocade robe was soaked through, and he was lifeless.

brother.

Brother!

How could it be, he just went back to visit his concubine mother, how could it be like this, how could it be like this!

He walked softly and wanted to move forward, but for some reason he was getting farther and farther away from the quiet young man.

He saw an unusual moss mark on the upper of the boy's shoe, and he remembered it.

When the eldest prince rushed to Zichen Palace that day, he changed into a brand new pair of boots for some reason.

He had doubts in his heart, so he sneaked near the First Prince's Mansion, and saw a little eunuch flusteredly carrying a pair of boots that were also covered with moss, not knowing where he was going.

So he understood it all.

He rushed forward and wanted to stop the little eunuch and take off his boots, but someone grabbed him into his arms.

Warmth sweeps in, but...

The golden armor was pointed and long, with a disgusting smell of powder, like a swamp filled with foul-smelling mud bubbles, trying to sink him completely.

"Changting, the empress mother is too sad to know that your biological mother passed away, but she deserves it."

"Come, the queen mother will give you medicine."

What, why did the biological mother pass away?

The young man felt his hands and feet were cold, the cold raindrops soaked his clothes and even his skin, and the biting cold seeped into his heart.

Ah, by the way, it seems that despite his mother's obstruction, he insisted on stabbing the matter of the boots to the imperial court in front of the courtiers, accusing Qi Jingmin of being jealous of his elder brother's talent and unable to cover up his edge, so he resorted to tricks.

Before that, he also reprimanded his mother for being callous and ruthless, and not worthy of being a mother.

Then, then...

The grandfather's family was suddenly found out of embezzling public funds, embezzling state treasury money and food, and was charged with deceiving the emperor, punishing the three clans.

The empress showed her benevolence and pleaded with the emperor in person, leaving him as a dragon.

Concubine Duan is the crime of deceiving the emperor, and the daughter of a guilty minister is not allowed to enter the imperial tomb.

He relied on his grandfather's staff, the Qi family, to narrowly escape from the palace and send his mother and concubine off.

It rained more heavily that day, and the majestic raindrops hit his face painfully.

The boy knelt down in pain, his internal organs were rolling.

mother concubine.

He was the one who killed his mother and grandfather's family.

"Mother Concubine, Mother Concubine!" The young man murmured with scarlet eyes.

In the dark prison tent, Khan's pupils shrank sharply.

The two words that came out of the boy's mouth almost made him jump up.

mother concubine.

People in the Central Plains, only the emperor's son would call his mother a mother concubine!

Boy, this is true!

"Come here!" Khan King was so excited that his face was a little red, and he almost said incoherently: "From now on, we will strictly enforce..."

Bang!

However, before he finished speaking, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the tent.

Accompanied by the turbulent and majestic shouts of killing and the sound of horseshoes.

"Enemy attack—the king's guard!" The guard's heart-piercing voice sounded.

In Lake Lausanne, an orange-red fire was reflected.

Against the backdrop of the sky full of stars falling in it, the beauty is like a nightmare.

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Help, why hasn't it arrived yet, I will update a chapter later, I must write it, three fingers swear!