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There was a strong wind outside the Huaxing Hall, and the white banner cloth at the door was blown off, several pieces were entangled together, blown into chaos by the wind.

Occasionally, a few muffled thunders sounded, and the dark clouds were all over, so low that they seemed to hang down to the ground.

The inside of the hall was dark and gloomy. There were no oil lamps or candles in the huge palace. There was only a brazier in front of the table full of tributes.

The fire flickered, and the flame rolled up the yellow paper and burned it up above the brazier.

Red ropes tied with bells are hung all over the hall, intertwined one by one, hanging low in the air, and occasionally a few mahogany swords are tied, which will be involved in all the threads after being touched, in the empty hall There was a strange bell sound, accompanied by the murmur of Zhao Tianshi chanting mantras.

These things blocked the line of sight and blocked the way, Lu Ciheng tore them off in the dark irritably.

He tore off most of the bells with a strong pull, and he tore off half of the bells in the hall. The bells rolled around on the floor tiles, making crisp sounds one after another, but Lu Chengjing, who was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, seemed unable to hear it. He seemed to be staring intently at the top of the long table.

Lu Chengjing was almost insane during this time. He even had to wear Taoist robes when he went to court, and meditated with disheveled hair. Today, he took good care of himself. He put on the dragon robe that he hadn't worn for a long time, and his hair was combed meticulously. He wore it neatly. Holding the crown, without blinking his eyes, he stood there stiffly, rubbing his hands nervously, looking up with expectation in his eyes.

Lu Chengjing didn't notice that Lu Ciheng came in at all. On the contrary, Zhao Tianshi, who was casting a spell, looked up at him, but his gaze didn't stop.

Zhao Tianshi was wearing a luxurious moon white brocade robe, but he was short and short, with a lot of growth from the bottom of the brocade robe, which was loose and loose, which looked very uncoordinated.

At his feet was a golden cicada slough, wearing a mask with red lacquer and blue fangs on his face, holding a mahogany sword in one hand and a bell in the other, standing on the table with one leg, looking out of order ring the bell.

With the rapid shaking of his wrist, the ringing became tighter, and the sound was short and urgent.Zhao Tianshi suddenly dropped the peach wood sword, and took out a fire pocket from his arms. Accompanied by the sound of the bell, he spit out a mouthful of wine. Dozens of candles are placed.

The moment the candle was lit, Lu Ciheng saw everything in Huaxing Hall——

Behind Zhao Tianshi hung a huge portrait of more than eight feet. The man in the portrait had black hair tied up high and was wearing a light-colored brocade robe, giving him a sense of oppression.

There is a coffin on the ground under the table case. There is still mud around the coffin, as if it just came out of the mud. The cover of the coffin was lifted aside, and the nails protruded outside. The dense white skeleton, although the skeleton is slender, it is obvious that it is a man's skeleton.

And the clothes on Zhao Tianshi's body are obviously modeled after the man in the painting, but the man in the painting has a noble demeanor, a pair of breathtaking amber eyes with green, as if he can talk, in the painting Zhong Ye is still captivating, obviously cold and glamorous, but not vulgar, it will only make people feel a very fierce beauty.

Wearing the same clothes on Zhao Tianshi's body, it only looks like he is imitating others, neither fish nor fowl.

At the same time as the candle was lit, Tianshi Zhao stopped the bell shaking in his hand, and sat on the desk while standing on one leg. Suddenly, it was as if he was possessed by a ghost, and his rough voice changed completely. He called out in a low voice, "Chengjing..."

In this soft call, Qingya was full of arrogance, but Zhao Tianshi's mouth under the mask did not move at all, it should be him speaking in ventriloquism.

"Mo'er, are you still refusing to come to see me?" Lu Chengjing was dazed, his eyes were cloudy, he bent down stupidly, lay on the side of the coffin, and stroked the face of the white skeleton sitting in the coffin with trembling hands .

"Chengjing." The Qing Lingling's voice was bewitching, "Have you done what I told you last time?"

"I'm going! I have ordered the closure of all the Taoist temples in Shangjing, leaving only the Zhiyu Temple in the east of the city. In the temple, as you said, golden bodies were made for the statues of the Eight Immortals. The whole The temple has been refurbished, the pillars are all gold, the tiles are also gold, I have followed your instructions, why do you still refuse to come to see me..."

"I didn't come to see you because you are surrounded by evil spirits. Many of your courtiers and those who live with them were born in July. On July [-]th, ghosts haunt you. Yin and Yang are disordered, people born in this month, their blood is not clean, full of evil spirit, I want to kill them all, and kill them all to sacrifice to me..."

This voice drew Lu Chengjing step by step, and echoed softly in the empty hall. Lu Chengjing straightened the crooked skull in the coffin, his eyes lingering obsessively stroking the bone's shoulder bones and back bone inch by inch, "Okay, Okay... I will listen to you."

"When I died, my blood was drained little by little. When they sacrificed to me, they had to let their blood flow cleanly. Knowing the Rain Temple is a blessed and heaven-sent place. It is the cleanest. Put all their blood Clean up in front of the statue of the Eight Immortals in Zhiyu Guan, so that there will be no evil spirit around you, and I can come to see you. There is also Zhao Tianshi, he is a master of Taoism, thanks to Zhao Tianshi, I can talk to you like this In other words, you have to thank him very much, there is a house on Yongyuan Street, it is a treasure land of geomantic omen, it is most conducive to his cultivation, you can give it to him..."

The echoing sound in the hall stopped abruptly. Zhao Tianshi, who was sitting on the table, looked at the mahogany sword stuck in his chest in astonishment. The blood from the wound was dripping down. He raised his head and moved forward along the sword body. Looking around, he saw Lu Ciheng holding the mahogany sword with a fierce face, and the top of the mahogany sword pierced his heart.

Zhao Tianshi didn't realize what happened until his death. His body fell limply, his face fell on the table, his eyes under the mask were staring, and he couldn't rest in peace.

The things on the table case were swept off by his limp hands, along with the golden cicada slough placed in the sandalwood box on the table case.

Seeing that the golden cicada was about to fall into the brazier, Lu Chengjing ignored the half-foot-high tongue of flames and grabbed the golden cicada from midair with his bare hands. In an instant, his hands were scalded until the skin turned black and scorched.

But he seemed ignorant, only tightly protecting the cicada slough in his hand.

After grabbing the cicada, Lu Chengjing turned around and saw Lu Ciheng standing behind him with red eyes.

"Mo'er..." Lu Chengjing's turbid eyes showed joy, he looked at Lu Ciheng and murmured, "Mo'er, I shouldn't have locked you in the palace with a chain and forced you to imprison you , I was wrong..."

Lu Ciheng's mind was befuddled, and there was a faint idea growing wildly in his mind. He violently grabbed Lu Chengjing's collar and yelled at him: "Old man, open your dog eyes and see who I am!"

In Lu Chengjing's eyes, joy and sorrow were mixed together. He was wearing a crown, and the beads of the crown in front of him suddenly collided, and Lu Ciheng couldn't see his face clearly.

"Lu Ciheng, how could it be you..." Lu Chengjing's dazed eyes slowly focused. He lowered his head and saw Zhao Tianshi, who was stabbed in the chest and died on the ground wearing blood-stained white clothes, his pupils shook , calling Mo'er in grief, as if suddenly going crazy, raised his hands around Lu Ciheng's neck, and suddenly tightened his hands, "Lu Ciheng! You killed him, I killed him!" I missed you! If it wasn't for Mo'er who gave birth to you and I unchained him and didn't keep an eye on him, how could he have found a chance to die in front of me!"

Lu Ciheng found it ridiculous and unbelievable, if Lu Chengjing hadn't always wanted his life, he wouldn't have gone to the Northwest seven years ago, and he wouldn't have misunderstood Shen Mingan for so many years.

But the reason why Lu Chengjing wanted to kill him was because of this.

He turned his head slowly, the person in the portrait looked about six or seven times like him, except for that glamorous temperament, Lu Ciheng's facial features were carved out of the same mold as his, especially those pair of belts Light green amber eyes.

Lu Ciheng has never seen his mother and concubine since he was born. As long as he can remember, he grew up in the cold palace. Everyone around him kept secrets and never mentioned it. He always thought that his mother and concubine It was the little court lady who was favored by Lu Chengjing on a whim.

He didn't expect that the person who gave birth to him was a man, and the first time he saw his father and concubine was in such a scene, he saw a portrait and a white skeleton.

The pinch on the neck became more and more intense, Lu Ciheng gritted his teeth, he gathered strength in his hands, and punched Lu Chengjing's face firmly with his fists clenched.

Lu Chengjing was caught off guard, his face was swollen instantly, he was beaten to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Some blood dripped on the bones in the coffin, Lu Chengjing hastily wiped it with his sleeve.

"Everyone is dead, who are you showing your hypocrisy now?!" Lu Ciheng grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, punching him in the face again.

Apart from the dead Zhao Tianshi, there was only Zhang Ling who stood silently at the side from the beginning to the end in this hall.Lu Chengjing was helpless, limp on the ground like a slaughtered animal, Lu Ciheng suddenly felt a sense of revenge.

Lu Chengjing crawled to the side of the coffin, climbed to the edge of the coffin, and mechanically repeated the action of wiping the blood on the bones, as if he had completely lost his mind, and said in a mocking voice as if he had been smoked: " Are you still blaming me for destroying Great Xia, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, Mo'er, I won't be the emperor anymore, can you come back..."

From his broken and chaotic sentences, Lu Ciheng pieced together what happened between Lu Chengjing and Ran Mo that year.

Daxia is a small country in the southwest, lacking in supplies and sparsely populated.

Although the land is vast, it is mostly soft yellow sand, with extreme water shortages. It is difficult for food crops to take root in such land. In order to survive, Daxia people can only go to the border to snatch food.

When Lu Chengjing was young, he had ambitions in all directions. He personally led the army to conquer the Central Plains, and his cavalry traveled all over the Central Plains. Naturally, he showed no mercy to the Daxia who had repeatedly invaded. That battle was against the old King of Daxia, and he killed several Daxia generals in one fell swoop. Big win.

King Daxia was shot in the leg by a poisonous arrow, crippling his legs.

The young and energetic Lu Chengjing didn't want to kill them all, but just to establish his prestige, and wanted Da Xia to submit to his feet forever, and after winning the battle, he returned to the court in high spirits.

Most of the tributes from various countries during the New Year are some tacky coral treasures. Only Daxia paid tribute to a beauty.

The beauty is wearing a half-length silk dress, barely covering half of her chest, the other half of her porcelain-white breasts are exposed, a little red on her chest is faintly visible under the gold ornaments and tiny lustrous strings of pearls, and her waist is luxurious. The belt pinched out a narrow waist, and the silk ribbon tied on the white and tender arm fluttered in the wind.

He stood silently, like an indistinguishable male and female fairy in a grotto mural, with a pair of light green amber eyes that were particularly attractive, beautiful and flamboyant.

Lu Chengjing fell in love with him at first sight.

At the beginning, Ran Mo was very docile, he asked Lu Chengjing whatever he wanted, and allowed Lu Chengjing to demand from him unreasonably, he was arrogant to everyone, his eyes were high above his head, and he generally ignored them, but he would soften his body in front of Lu Chengjing .

Lu Chengjing got deeper and deeper, and made him Concubine Mo, and the first thing he did every day after going down to court was to go to him, and tried his best to make him happy, just to make him smile, but he didn't expect that when the love became strong one day, Ran Mo rode on him and stabbed him in the chest with a knife. Lu Chengjing turned over and restrained him. He sent someone to investigate thoroughly, only to find out that Ran Mo was the youngest son of King Daxia. Daxia had been declining for many years. Ever since King Daxia was bedridden with a pair of legs crippled by him, there were open and secret struggles within Daxia, and the courtiers were eccentric, and they were lingering on their last days, and they were about to fall apart.

Ran Mo came to avenge his father.

It turned out that the previous ones were all hypocrisy, all kinds of tenderness were to make him relax his vigilance, Lu Chengjing became angry from embarrassment, and wiped out Da Xia in one fell swoop.

Ran Mo was too arrogant. He originally wanted to assassinate Lu Chengjing with the intention of dying, but he always wanted to die if the assassination failed.Ran Mo had no friendship for him, but Lu Chengjing was still reluctant to let him die, so in order to prevent him from committing suicide, he took a chain and locked him on the bed.

When Ran Mo gave birth to Lu Ciheng, Lu Chengjing was not in the palace, and Ran Mo gave birth to Lu Ciheng alone with difficulty.

When Lu Chengjing pushed open the door of the palace, the smell of blood filled the palace, blood was all over the bedding on the bed.

Lu Chengjing's heart trembled, he unchained him with trembling hands, and called the imperial physician.

He hugged Ran Mo to feed him medicine, and showed him their child. Ran Mo opened his eyes and glanced at Lu Ciheng, and told Lu Chengjing to take the child away, he wanted to sleep.

These were the last words he said to Lu Chengjing.

Lu Chengjing hugged Lu Ciheng and handed him over to the nurse. When he came back, Ran Mo's face was pale and he slept soundly. He lay on Ran Mo's bedside and slept all night. The next day, he lifted the quilt to hold Ran Mo's hand , but found a blood-red gash on his wrist, next to the broken porcelain of the medicine bowl, his blood was draining drop by drop.

Lu Ciheng's eyes were too similar to Ran Mo's. As long as Lu Chengjing saw Lu Ciheng, he would think of Ran Mo's appearance when he was about to assassinate him, and wondered if Lu Ciheng would not have died before Ran Mo was born.

Lu Chengjing was afraid of Ran Mo's death, and hated him especially in the first few years, but when he got old, he hoped that he would come back to life and talk to him.