After the gloomy cannon fodder was reborn

Mu Jianshu raised his hand to suppress his frantic heartbeat.

The young man's phoenix eyes reflected the lights, shining like the sun, bathed in brilliance, and exuded gentleness.

And he was like a believer.I wish I could sacrifice myself and plead for God to keep the believers who are about to go crazy.

The two of them stood at the door at both ends, looking at each other not far away.

The lamps and shadows flickered, and the voices of people were noisy.

His youthful eyes reflected him, and he suddenly showed a smile that was deafening.

Xue Fuguang approached slowly, his crimson robe fluttering with the shadow of the lamp: "Today is my birthday."

Mu Jianshu's lips trembled, and he had the following thoughts: "My subordinates wish the master, every year today, every year today, good luck and peace, and smooth health." Forever and ever, I can be as happy as I am today.

Xue Fuguang handed him the lantern in his hand, his red lips were open: "I bought it on the street, and I gave it to you." Did he not? Ask Mu Jianshu how the situation in the palace is, "You know today is my birthday, so the birthday ceremony is prepared." Ok?"

Mu Jianshu took the lantern, carefully guarded it in his hands, and nodded, "It's on your master's table."

Xue Fuguang went to look at the things on the table.

It was an exquisitely crafted dagger, only a little longer than his palm.Pulling out the dagger, the cold and sharp light silently explained its sharpness.

Xue Fuguang asked: "Why do you think of giving the dagger?"

Mu Jianshu said: "Give it to the world, for self-defense."

He originally wanted to give the handle that cut off the crown prince's head as Xue Fuguang's birthday present.But in the end, he regretted it, and ordered someone to forge the dagger himself.

The dagger stained with the prince's blood should not be Xue Fuguang's birthday gift.

And Xue Fuguang? There is no need to be stained with this blood.

Even for princeling blood, he will be extremely happy.

Xue Fuguang closed the dagger and let out a weak clang.

He tilted his head and told the others: "Okay, today you all go to rest earlier, there is no need to wait here."

Shao Jing immediately responded, and gently closed the door.

Xue Fuguang pressed the dagger on the table with one hand: "Emperor Yingchao asked you to kill the prince, and then? Finish me? When are you going to do it?"

Mu Jianshu's expression changed: "It is absolutely impossible for a subordinate to do anything to the master."

Xue Fuguang turned around and faced Mu Jianshu.

Only then did Mu Jianshu notice the smile on his face.

Xue Fuguang: "If I? Tell you, if? If you didn?

"Is there any killing intent?"

Mu Jianshu was still wearing a mask.

Xue Fuguang raised his hand, untied it and said, "In the future, don't wear a mask in front of? me."

The mask was taken off, revealing Mu Jianshu's sleepy face.

He actually breathed a sigh of relief.

Not for himself, but for Xue Fuguang's thoughtfulness.

Xue Fuguang too? Startled.

He guessed that Mu Jianshu would not have any killing intent towards him.

He also guessed that Mu Jianshu probably wouldn't even get angry with him.

But he did not expect Mu Jianshu to react like this at all.

Would you feel relaxed and happy about this?

Mu Jianshu's sharp eyebrows and eyes drooped, revealing a relaxed expression, even as if he finally let go of Xue Fuguang: "Shi? Son is very considerate, even more considerate than I? thought."

Perhaps only in this way can Xue Fuguang protect himself well.

Xue Fuguang blinked and asked, "Don't you feel chilled by this?"

Mu Jianshu naturally wouldn't.

He said that Xue Fuguang owns his life, and he can do whatever he wants.

It's natural to want his life? No exception.

But he looked at Xue Fuguang's emotionally responsible pupils, and keenly caught a trace of emotion that made him extremely pleasantly surprised: "My son, do you want me to be angry?"

Xue Fuguang suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Mu Jianshu, biting his lip fiercely: "You should be angry."

A cluster of sparks ignited the two restless individuals, burning and melting, and then entangled into one.

Xue Fuguang is the leader.

He pinched the dead end of Mu Jianshu, and said in a hoarse voice, "I? Let me tell you one more thing."

Mu Jianshu couldn't move his eyes away, burning like? He stared at Xue Fuguang substantively, his chest roared: "What?"

Xue Fuguang bent down, biting Mu Jianshu's Adam's apple: "I? I probably admire you. Just like you admire me."

Mu Jianshu turned over suddenly, and sternly gagged Xue Fuguang's mouth, so as not to give him a chance to take back his words.

……

Xue Fuguang asked with tears: "Is your real name? Is it just a book?"

Mu Jianshu was in his arms around him, his chest wrapped around his back, and his voice trembled: "No. My real name is Mu Jianshu. Only Qu Wu has the surname Qu."

Xue Fuguang responded: "Okay."

……

The prince was stabbed to death, and when the news reached the emperor, he still had the illusion of a chaotic dream.

It wasn't until he saw the prince's head separated from his body with his own eyes that he covered his chest and fell to the ground suddenly.

The queen even fell unconscious the moment she heard that the prince had died.

The palace was in chaos.

The crown prince died, blood flowed into rivers in the East Palace, and corpses were everywhere.

The sixth prince sat next to the emperor's dragon couch, gritted his teeth and let the imperial doctor bandage the wound on his shoulder. His pale face was full of worry: "How is the father's health?"

The imperial doctor was sweating profusely: "Your Majesty is in a hurry, and you will wake up after a while. Don't worry, Your Highness."

The sixth prince just sighed deeply.

The appearance of a filial son who is worried about his father is played ten to ten.

When his wound was bandaged, Concubine Hui came along with other concubines.

And the Twelve Princes who looked panic-stricken.

Concubine Hui threw herself next to the emperor's bed, grabbed the imperial physician and questioned her again, then let her go and served the emperor with her own hands.

The twelve princes should be careful? Rubbing next to the sixth prince, grabbing his sleeves, looking at his wound and worried: "Brother, does it hurt?"

The sixth prince comforted him: "No problem, it will be fine soon, Twelve don't worry."

The twelve princes looked at the dark red blood oozing from the white cloth, opened their mouths, and then closed them again. After repeated several times, they asked again in a low voice: "Brother, I heard... the prince was killed by an assassin. is that true?"

The sixth prince lowered his brows and said in a low voice: "Yes. Twelve remember, later? After the father wakes up, don't mention this matter in front of him. Go back to sleep with the palace people later."

The Twelfth Prince turned his head to look at the people standing in the hall, and pinched his fat short fingers: "Right now, the father is sick, and as a son, he should take care of his sickness."

The sixth prince: "Father? It's a serious problem. You will wake up soon. You are still young, no one will argue with you. Later? It's too messy, let Caiyi take you back."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and told the eldest maid next to the Twelfth Prince: "Bring the Twelfth Prince back to the palace later."

Caiyi responded, moved to the side of the twelfth prince, and persuaded in a low voice: "Your Highness, the emperor is here? The Sixth Highness and all the ladies are watching, let's go back first, otherwise the Sixth Highness will have to take care of you, and you can't bear it." no?"

The Twelfth Prince thought about it, as if he stayed here? Is there really no use here? It's no use, so he had to leave with Caiyi.

Sure enough, the emperor was not in a coma for long.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he said was: "Prince! Where is my prince!"

Concubine Hui wiped her tears: "Your Majesty, the prince is dead!"

The emperor was furious: "Where are the assassins! Catch me, and don't let any one go!"

The sixth prince coughed weakly: "Father, those who have been killed on the spot at this moment, don't worry."

Only then did the emperor notice the pale face of the sixth prince.

He frowned: "How? Where are you? East Palace?"

The sixth prince coughed a few more times, and a little blood gushed out of his pale face, but it soon receded and became even whiter: "My son, I have caught the beloved little eunuch of the emperor's brother, so I want to Thinking, maybe take him to see Brother Huang for the last time, and Brother Huang will be able to wake up after all his thoughts are taken care of. Who would have thought that he would run into an assassin to assassinate him."

Concubine Hui followed suit and said, "Your Majesty, this time the Sixth Prince hit me by mistake, and I almost lost my life in the East Palace. If he wasn't there, not only the assassins would have escaped, but the prince's body might also be killed by the thief." Torture! They? They don't even want to keep a whole corpse!"

She burst into tears.

Those who didn't know it almost thought that the prince was born to Concubine Hui.

The emperor also saw the wound on the sixth prince's shoulder.

The blood had just stopped, and there was still some extravasation, and the bright red was extremely dazzling.

The location of the wound is dangerous and dangerous, if it is a few inches higher, it may stab the atrium and die.

At that time, he will lose not only one son? Son, but two adult sons? None of the sons left.

The emperor's beard trembled when he thought of that scene.

He raised his hand and patted the sixth prince's arm: "My Chonghe? I'm tired, go and rest quickly. Take care of your wounds."

The sixth prince tried his best to smile: "It's okay, seeing my father wake up, my son will feel at ease."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body shook suddenly, and he fell forward from the grand teacher's chair.

The imperial physician turned pale with shock, and everyone in the hall also exclaimed.

Fortunately? After the diagnosis, the imperial physician breathed a sigh of relief: "Your Highness lost too much blood, so he held on. Now that he finally relaxed, he passed out from exhaustion. Take a good rest to replenish your blood, and you will be fine."

Now? I just relaxed and passed out. It is self-evident who I was worried about before.

The emperor looked at the sixth prince with a softer gaze, and ordered the eunuch to carefully take him to the nearest side hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation for cultivation.

This is his only sensible son today.

Going down, the biggest one is the Twelve Princes, who can hardly take on the big responsibility.

The emperor felt as if he had aged a few years overnight, with a feeling of powerlessness and a cold head.

This irritated him deeply.

He ordered in a deep voice: "Order the imperial army to search, and seal the imperial city. Every corner is not allowed to be let go. The assassin's infiltration into the imperial palace must have been premeditated, and the ghosts in the palace must be found out!" "

"Yes!"

All the people didn't realize that they all forgot one person.

That is Xiu Jin.

The sixth prince subconsciously felt that he had no strength to restrain a chicken, so he must be dead.

Together with the corpses of the maids and eunuchs in the East Palace, they were thrown into a mass grave.

However, Xiu Jin took advantage of the chaos and escaped from the palace.

When he ran out of the East Palace, the gate of the palace had already been locked.

So he hid in the palace all night in fear, until he opened the palace gate the next day, and then got out of the palace with the dung truck.

In the corners of the streets and with those beggars.

Xiu Jin hugged his knees, seeing the officers and soldiers patrolling the street with cold faces, tears filled his eyes.

The author has something to say: Good night babies!

感谢在2021-12-1323：59：50～2021-12-1423：59：37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 2 mountain guest;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!