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Song An knew where he was when he opened his eyes, but the shorter and shorter time to fall asleep still gave him a headache.

At this time, he was not kneeling on the cold stone slab, but sitting on a golden nanmu chair, playing chess with Emperor Beichen.

The window is not closed tightly, you can see a peach blossom shyly protruding over, and there are birds chirping from time to time, which makes the atmosphere very relaxed and comfortable.

There is a faint ambergris burning in the room, which cannot be said to smell very good, but it is a symbol of the emperor's status.The black and white pieces on the chessboard are already in a clear situation, no matter how hard he struggles, he will not escape defeat.

Song An put down the chess pieces helplessly: "Your Majesty is very skilled at chess, but it would be great if he could let his ministers back. Otherwise, it is always so rare to meet a chess player, wouldn't it be a bit lonely to seek defeat?"

Emperor Beichen hooked his lips into a smile. In fact, Song An's chess skills were not that good, but he just liked to play chess with him.Seeing him holding his breath and concentrating on trying to defeat him, but suffering from powerlessness, made him feel very happy and happy.

"I'll let you take two more steps next time."

There was a smile in Song An's eyes, but he couldn't help making a "five".

Emperor Beichen nodded helplessly. This Aiqing, who seemed to be quite a gentleman, was actually well versed in the mantras of "making progress" and "being unreasonable".

But he came to Song An today, obviously not just to play chess, but because of another important matter.

He looked into Song An's clear eyes, and with a single word, he threw out a thunderous word: "Aiqing, do you think it's appropriate for me to choose Beiwang as the prince?"

Song An was stunned for a moment, not because of this terrifying question that threatened his life, but... Emperor Beichen looked only 30 years old now, did he start thinking about the issue of establishing a prince so early?

Moreover, it wasn't that he said bad things about Emperor Beichen, this emperor looked like a stranger who should not enter, and it was impossible for people to think of him having fun with the concubines in the harem.Now that such a big son suddenly appeared, it was really shocking.

Seeing that Song An was too shocked to speak, Emperor Beichen gently stroked the white jade chess piece in his hand with his fingers, his eyes were obscure.

Song An was about to say something, but suddenly remembered that the side effects of the "True Orange Heart" could not be present in dreams.

Out of caution, he didn't dare to take this risk, so he could only pick up what he could say over and over again, feeling guilty for a while: "Your Majesty, for generations to come, is it a little too impatient to establish a crown prince so early?"

He had been popularized about Emperor Beichen, and he knew that the holy emperor had lived to be 67 years old, and he still had more than 30 years to live. Now that the crown prince was established, wouldn't it make the prince grow old?

Emperor Beichen paused, and stared into his eyes with an unpredictable expression: "Do you think I don't need to establish a crown prince yet?"

Because of the emptiness of the harem, those ministers were going crazy, wishing to grab the land with their heads and force him to marry a wife and have children with blood remonstrance.Of course, they are not only for the heirs, but also hope to use the harem to contaminate the imperial power.

Emperor Beichen didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but after listening to it for a long time, he also felt bored.He simply threw out a big news, intending to adopt one from the clan, and make him the crown prince first, so as to silence these people.

But Song An was the first person to say "no need to establish a prince".

Song An was also puzzled, so he had to ask cautiously: "Your Majesty is not feeling well?"

Emperor Beichen was speechless for a moment, and smashed his forehead with a chess piece, which was his answer.

Song An breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved, only feeling inexplicable: "Your Majesty is in the prime of his life, it is unnecessary to establish a prince at this time, and the second is to clearly put the 'Prince' on the fire. Not only is it not good for the court Stable, and may also set off a storm of power."

"I don't know who made such a suggestion, which is enough to show that he has ulterior motives and evil intentions. Your Majesty has clearly learned that he must be punished and punished by others, so as to serve as an example."

Emperor Beichen lowered his eyes slightly: "The ministers jointly signed a letter, the law does not blame the public, and I can't say anything."

Song An chuckled: "Your Majesty is merciful, but it is a big taboo for the previous court to interfere in the harem, and it is precisely the limelight that should be killed. In my opinion, it is better to find a few people who are neither serious nor serious. Conspiracy is a serious crime."

Emperor Beichen laughed loudly, even though Song An couldn't play chess well, it was very accurate to guess his thoughts.

He was already impatient, and had already decided to make an example of others, but now he felt more comfortable hearing it from others.

"Just do as Ai Qing says."

"Your Majesty Shengming!"

【Crafting villain, I never thought that Song An, with such a gentlemanly face, would do such nasty things! 】

[What is dirty, our An'an is smart, otherwise, like Ling Ye, who dies and lives, lives and dies! 】

[Don't make noise, we'll be in Lingye soon. 】

Ling Ye, who was sucked into the dream, soon encountered the same problem, but he studied history well, and knew that the prince who died early was indeed the best candidate.

Looking north, soft on the outside and strong on the inside, insist on choosing, if you don't die early, you will definitely become a benevolent and generous monarch.He is humble and calm in the face of bloody storms, and has rich experience in government affairs.

Even Emperor Beichen once praised him as "benevolent, bright, diligent, and decisive" in handling affairs, and regarded him as a trustworthy heir in the later period, and he was indeed a well-deserved heir.

But the bad thing is that he died too early.Before Emperor Beichen died, he actually died of illness first, leaving the position of crown prince vacant, and only then did the disaster happen later.

In this case, however, there is absolutely nothing wrong with agreeing.

Ling Ye praised Beiwang once, knelt down and shouted: "Your Majesty is wise and decisive, and the person you choose must be extremely suitable!"

Emperor Beichen looked at him for a while, then gently stepped forward to help him up, but said something irrelevant: "Since you are so loyal, would you like to do something for me?"

Ling Ye raised his eyes, filled with wild joy: "But according to His Majesty's order!"

A gap was silently opened in the coffin on the ninth floor. The deep black inside was like an open eye, looking into the void with endless oppression and evil.

[Damn, could it be Song An who lost? 】

[Hahaha, An Fen slapped her face, how much she boasted in the past, and how miserable she is now.I knew that our Lingye must be the one who had the last laugh, so don't say something too early. 】

Fang Sen didn't know why he was so sleepy, he just wanted to take a nap for a while, but fell asleep.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and wanted to sit up and check Song An's situation, but found that he was tied tightly, lying on a cold stone slab with huge eyes carved on it.

He woke up all of a sudden, tried to raise his head and looked around, only to see a few people kneeling on the edge of the stone slab—Emily, Gao Yuan, Professor Li and bodyguard B, but Song An was nowhere to be seen.

These four people knelt in the four corners respectively, their hands and feet were also tightly bound, like cicada chrysalis, without even a chance to struggle.

And not far away, Ling Ye stood there with one leg limping, the deep green candlelight reflected his face in a particularly gloomy way, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Behind him floated a figure that was almost condensed, with a golden dragon robe and an appearance exactly like Fang Sen's, it was not difficult for people to guess his identity - the soul of Beichen Dadi who had died for thousands of years.

It wasn't until this moment that Fang Sen finally figured out everything.

The Ming Emperor hated others entering the mausoleum the most, but when Emperor Beichen built the mausoleum, he did not choose any dangerous and dangerous places. Instead, he placed it so brightly in front of everyone's eyes, as if to attract people to come over.

And the so-called nine-story high platform is not a mountain and river empire, but an altar.Every time someone entered, they would be sacrificed to Emperor Beichen's soul until he met someone who could revive him.

As for himself, it might be the crucial key—the reincarnation of Emperor Beichen.

Fang Sen's heart turned cold. He was not afraid of death, but he didn't want to die in such a useless and unclear way.

Perhaps, Emperor Beichen would directly take his place and enter the modern society. No one would notice the replacement of the two of them. Just thinking about it made him sick.

Emperor Beichen said calmly: "Kill Fang Sen."

Ling Ye immediately took the order, holding the "Dragon Bone Knife" that Emperor Beichen gave him as a funeral object, and walked towards Fang Sen with a sneer.

This time, he could finally win, but it's a pity that Song An didn't know where he went, otherwise it would definitely be refreshing to let him go up to the altar together.

And where is Song An at this time?He was still on the seventh floor, and finally woke up from the dizziness. He only felt that his hands and feet were weak and his brain was dizzy. He supported the pillar for a long time before he barely recovered.

What about people?

He looked around, only to find that his teammates who were supposed to be on the sidelines were gone, and only a fire was left, exuding cold smoke.

Song An raised his heart all of a sudden, and had a bad premonition.He picked up Fang Sen's backpack, picked up a few self-defense weapons from it, and immediately ran towards the ninth floor without stopping.

Ling Ye walked past Emily and Gao Yuan, knelt down and pressed the handle of the knife against Fang Sen's face, but unfortunately he was missing a leg, and he was a little wobbly at this moment, but he was less deterrent.

He has been displeased with this guy for a long time, with such a vicious mouth, he should just cut off his tongue and let him have a good taste of pulling it out.

Fang Sen looked at his vicious and ferocious appearance with cold eyes, there was no disturbance in his heart, and no fear of being threatened with his life appeared on his face.

This calm posture obviously made Ling Ye a little dissatisfied, and he deliberately approached him and said, "Are you still expecting Song An to save you? Don't wishful thinking, he is not sincere to you at all, it is too late to hide now, how is it possible Baba came to save you. You are an idiot, you can't understand other people's true feelings, you only treat fish eye beads as treasures, and you deserve to be treated as sacrifices."

"But that's okay, you've played the last value of your life. As the sacrifice of Emperor Beichen, your skin is quite useful. Give it to me, go to hell!"

Out of the corner of Fang Sen's eyes, he caught sight of the flashing cold light of the dagger,,, and head. He felt extremely unwilling, but he was powerless to resist.Of course, he didn't believe Ling Ye's words of sowing discord, but at the last moment of his life, he couldn't take another look at Song An, which was always regrettable.

That's all.

He has been haunted by the ghost of Emperor Beichen for more than 20 years, and he has nightmares every day, making it difficult to sleep.At this time, he fell into his trap and sent it to his door automatically. It can only be said that his skills are not as good as others, and he is willing to bow down.

At this moment, a loud shout came, which instantly stopped Ling Ye's movements.

"Lingye, you don't have to worry about making the wrong choice!"