I'm a killer with no emotions

The young man's voice at this time is not as calm and cold as before, with a slight hint of clarity.

When Ning Zhe heard this familiar voice, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked up.

The young general in black robes held a blood-stained long sword and was walking towards him slowly. His steps were strong and his eyes were deep. He already had a faint demeanor of a brave general who would fight everywhere in the future.

Ning Zhe stared at him, and for some reason, suddenly thought of the scene when the man was covered in blood and rushed to protect him that day at the Witch God Temple.

"Little General Huo." Ning Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "Shouldn't you lead troops to station outside the city at this time?"

"My lord, Wanan." Huo Chen, who was still young, saluted him, then straightened up and said with a smile: "Someone is making trouble outside the palace, and the emperor ordered me to wait in the town to suppress the riot."

He said, put the blood-stained long sword back into its sheath, and sighed, "Many people died."

"Since the troublemaker has already been dealt with, the little general should leave, why are you here with me?" Ning Yan looked a little cold, probably aware of something.

Huo Chen gently curled his lips, "Does the lord really not know, or is he pretending not to know? Since I have come to Dingbei Palace by order, it is natural to find out the relationship between the rioters and you, lord. You can't just come to drink tea." of."

Ning Yan's eyes turned cold, and his thin lips curved sharply, "Is the emperor suspecting that this king has something to do with those mobs?"

"The rioting people kept shouting that the emperor had no way, and rose up to support King Dingbei's supremacy. What do you think, my lord?"

Ning Zhe understood.

Not long after the little emperor came to power, the regime was unstable, and the power of the government was basically in the hands of Ning Yan. He was already jealous of himself as the emperor's uncle. Now that the people are still clamoring like this, he must be even more dissatisfied and jealous.

But Ning Yan is not so stupid that he would do such a thing. This time, someone probably framed Ning Yan and wanted to use the little emperor's hand to get rid of him.

Ning Zhe thought to himself, and then heard Huo Chen say: "This is the prince's new pet? It's a bit disobedient." He glanced at him as he spoke.

Ning Zhe had a cold face and stared at him fiercely, wanting to pounce on him and scratch him.

Seeing him suddenly come alive, Ning Yan's eyes darkened, walked up to him and looked down at him, "Do you know Huo Chen?"

Ning Zhe ignored him and didn't speak. When he saw him coming, he shrank back into the car.

A group of people froze in front of the gate of the palace, attracting many officials and officials to stop and watch.

Ning Yan frowned, a little impatient with these gazes, but still patient, stretched out his arms towards Ning Zhe, and said gently: "Come down, it's cold in the car."

Ning Zhe looked at his outstretched hand.

These hands are slender and noble, and the fingertips are covered with a layer of thin calluses unique to martial arts practitioners, warm and powerful.

Ning Yan used these hands to caress him, hold his hand, pat his back to coax him to sleep.

They also used these hands to torture him severely, humiliate him mercilessly, and make his life worse than death.

He knew exactly how much pain these hands would cause him in the future.

Ning Zhe was thinking, his eyes suddenly turned cold, he opened his hand fiercely, and buried his head in his knee.

Ning Yan stared blankly, frowned, and watched him without saying a word for a long time.

Huo Chen, who was watching the play, laughed, "If the prince doesn't mind, how about letting me have a try?"

Ning Yan glanced at him, then at the trembling child curled up in a ball, his thin lips were tight, and he took two steps back after all.

Huo Chen was just joking, but he didn't expect him to be really willing. He was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile, "My lord really dotes on this child."

It was rumored that King Dingbei was cruel, bloodthirsty, and moody. If others dared to disobey him like this, he would have been dragged out and executed with sticks.

"What's his name?"

As Huo Chen asked, he walked to the carriage and looked at Ning Zhe who was huddled in a dark corner.

"no name."

"what?"

"He can't talk." Ning Yan glanced over, "He is afraid of pain, general, be careful."

Huo Chen froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."

He looked at Ning Zhe, deliberated for a moment, lowered his voice, with a self-conscious smile on his lips, and stretched out his hand to Ning Zhe, "I will...I'll take you out, okay?"

Ning Zhe looked up at him.

The young man was holding the light behind his back, his face was solemn and cold, and his body was bloody and murderous. The smile on the corner of his lips did not seem to be coaxing, but more like murder.

In Ning Zhe's eyes, he was no different from a ghost who came out of hell to take his life.

But he doesn't know it yet, he thinks how kind he is, his smile is getting bigger and bigger, it's not an exaggeration to call him a big mouth.

If Ning Zhe hadn't seen him a lot, he might have fainted from fright at this time.

"What's wrong, isn't it good?" He also asked nonsense.

Ning Zhe looked at Ning Yan, who was staring at him deeply, and at the obviously younger and cuter General Huo in front of him, decisively stretched out his hand, and threw himself into his arms.

Ning Yan's eyes deepened.

Huo Chen didn't think it was enough, so he added another fire, "My lord, this kid seems to like me a little more..."

Ning Yan narrowed his eyes and stared at the two of them, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ning Zhe avoided his gaze, arched his body, retracted into Huo Chen's arms, buried his head in the hollow of his shoulder, and remained motionless.

Huo Chen felt a little soft in his heart. He stroked his long hair that had become dry due to lack of nutrition, and coaxed softly, "Be good, be good."

Ning Zhe couldn't hear his tone.

It always reminded him of the scene when Huo Chen accompanied him and coaxed him to sleep during the years when he was emperor.

He felt inexplicably uncomfortable, clenched his fists, and his body trembled slightly.

Huo Chen looked at his bony body covered with hideous scars, and couldn't help frowning, "My lord, who is this kid?"

He joked before that it was Ning Yan's pet, but he knew in his heart that people like Ning Yan disdain to keep such a small thing.

The child was huddled in the dark carriage just now, and it was fine when he was not allowed to see the whole picture. Just now when he hugged the child in his arms, he realized that Jane was not the size and weight that a teenager should have at all.

There is no flesh on the small body, the tentacles are all hard bones, the small face is almost gone, and there are all kinds of black scars on the body, as if it was left after recovering from some epidemic disease scar.

Huo Chen naturally wouldn't think that this was a beggar picked up from somewhere.

What is the identity of King Dingbei? How could he bring a beggar by his side? There must be something hidden.

Ning Yan shook his head, did not answer his question, but said: "Let's go, let's talk after we go in."

Huo Chen hesitated for a moment, Bao Ning folded out of the carriage, and followed Ning Yan into the palace.

In winter, the walls of Dingbei Prince's Mansion are covered with snow, crystal icicles hang on the withered tree trunks, and ice water drips down drop by drop.

"Have Little General Huo heard about the plague in Suning County?"

The two were walking on the quiet alleyway of Wangfu, when Ning Yan suddenly asked Huo Chen.

Huo Chen nodded, "Your Majesty asked about this in the early court. According to King Pingnan, the plague has subsided."

He patted Ning Zhe's back in his arms, then turned to look at Ning Yan: "Does it have something to do with this child?"

Ning Yan glanced at Ning Zhe who was being a quail in Huo Chen's arms, and said in a calm voice, "The entire county town of Suning County is dead, and he is the only survivor."

"what!?"

Huo Chen was shocked.

Ning Zhe was afraid that he would throw himself out due to over-surprise, so he quickly grabbed his neck tightly.

"How is it possible? King Pingnan said this morning..."

"In a remote mountain town, no one will deliberately check the news. When the plague spread, the relief food sent by the imperial court was never transported to Suning County."

Ning Yan looked coldly, "General Huo, who do you think blocked the news, and where did the food go?"

Huo Chen's complexion was not good, it can be said that it was extremely cold, "Suning County is under the jurisdiction of King Pingnan."

Ning Yan was noncommittal.

"My lord, I may have to go first." Huo Chen stopped in his tracks.

"The general is going to investigate this matter?"

Huo Chen didn't speak, his stern face was covered with frost, obviously meaning to investigate thoroughly.

"I think the general should give up."

Ning Yan's expression was calm, "The Huo family's meritorious service has already aroused the suspicion of all the officials in the court. If you intervene in this matter again, you may be criticized."

"Isn't it the same for my lord?"

"No, this king is different from you."

Ning Yan's voice was calm, exuding a dignified and steady aura of controlling the world, "No matter how dissatisfied the emperor is with this king, he will not dare to attack this king."

Huo Chen was speechless for a moment.

Ning Yan was right.

Your Majesty was born with Ningyan, and would never dare to attack him lightly, but his Huo family was born with His Majesty, once His Majesty got angry about this matter, it would be his Huo family that would suffer.

He may not care about his own life and death, but he cannot but care about the Huo family's honor and disgrace.

Then, let him watch all this, watch so many people die tragically, but stand by and do nothing.

Huo Chen fell silent in a rare way.

Seeing that he was silent, Ning Zhe slightly raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Ning Yan noticed his small movements and turned to look at him.

Ning Zhe ignored him, carefully straightened his body, gently rubbed Huo Chen's perfectly lined chin with his cheek, and stared at him with big eyes.

General, don't be unhappy.

Huo Chen recovered and looked at him, "Do you think I should take care of this?"

Ning Zhe shook his head.

"You don't want me to take care of it either?"

Ning Zhe hooked his neck and nodded obediently.

When Huo Chen taught him in the past, he found that this person was good in everything, but he was too upright to see any unjust murder.

Ning Zhe is often pressed by his head to force him to investigate various old injustice cases.

However, since an unjust case is an unjust case, it is doomed that there are things that cannot be seen.

He found out all the facts that were intentionally concealed, and those people would be damned if they could sit still. They filed memorials one after another to speak ill of Huo Chen in front of Ning Zhe, framed and slandered all kinds of methods.

As time passed, the emperor became more and more afraid of Huo Chen, and the hatred accumulated more and more. Once it broke out, it would be the Huo family's massacre that shocked the government and the public.

Ning Zhe didn't want to see Huo Chen in a crazy state again.

I don't want to order like that again.

So he shook his head at Huo Chen, not wanting him to take care of it.

Huo Chen left the palace full of worries.

The moonlight was cold and hazy, the night sky was cloudy, and there were no stars.

At night, when Ning Yan sat by the couch and watched Ning Zhe sleep, he asked him, "Although you don't speak, I can feel it. You hate me very much, but you like General Huo."

"why?"