America's strong and miserable desire to destroy the world

The third prince imprisoned him in a secret cellar in the mansion. The cellar was lit with candles, filled with a rotten and stench.

Wen Qiusheng covered his nose with a handkerchief, frowned and looked at the person tied to the pillar.

"This person was ordered to escort the portrait to the capital, and then disappeared," said the third prince. "Recently, I got news that a suspicious person was pawning palace property in the capital, so I sent someone to arrest him. It turned out that he was I hid because I was hunted down, and I lived among the refugees for several months, and now I think the limelight is over, so I want to sell the reward I got before as a way to pay back home."

The candlelight was dim, but it could be seen that this was a middle-aged man. After being starved for three or four days, he was already hungry and weak.

There was dumped food at his feet, moldy and stinking in the dank cellar.

"This guy is stubborn, saying that he stole those palace objects, and pretends to be dumb about the portraits."

Wen Qiusheng looked at the middle-aged man. The man had a broad frame, but his face was sallow and thin. It seemed that the past few months with the refugees had not been easy.As if aware of Wen Qiusheng's gaze, the drowsy man slowly raised his head, his eyelids slowly opened.

Those dull eyes stared at Wen Qiusheng for a while, then suddenly the pupils shrank.

"You! It's you again! It's none of my business, really none of my business, please! If you want to find them, go to them and stop pestering me!"

His frightened expression did not seem to be fake, as if he had seen Wen Qiusheng countless times before, but what he saw was not a real person, but a ghost.

Wen Qiusheng thought about it, and asked him quietly, "It's not enough for you to kill me, now you want to separate yourself from me and regret reincarnation?"

"I, I'm just following orders. Please do me a favor, my lord. There are people in my family who are waiting for me to go home! For the sake of my wife and daughter being alone, please let me go, my lord. From now on, I will kowtow to you and burn paper money every year!"

Seeing that Qiu Sheng's face changed slightly, he hurriedly added, "There is more! I will definitely go to the temple to find you a high-ranking monk to help you save, so that you can reincarnate into a good pregnancy!"

After the words were finished, Wen Qiusheng's expression softened a little. He thought he had found a way to save him, so he worked harder to flatter him, but suddenly he felt a change in the wooden pillar behind him.

"Sure enough, it can rise."

Wen Qiusheng tightened the rope on the wall and tied it up with a smile.He looked at the bewildered expression of the man who was hanging in the air, and a trace of fear began to appear in his blank expression, and his smile suddenly deepened.

"What did you just say? There are old and young? Wife and daughter are alone waiting for you to go home?"

The other party nodded quickly, he had only been starved for four days, and he was already dizzy, so he still didn't have enough thinking ability now.The candlelight in the cellar reflected Wen Qiusheng's body, and in his eyes, his incomparably glamorous face was no different from that evil ghost in red!

I only hope that the conscience of the evil spirit is still there and that he can spare his life for the sake of his wife and daughter.

"Okay, then you tell the officials in the capital who ordered you to do things, and I will spare you, otherwise," the evil ghost smiled lightly, "it is very miserable to die at the hands of ghosts."

His face immediately turned pale, and his eyes revealed a look of struggle, but he held on and did not make a sound.

"I don't want to, it's no wonder. That person is probably a high official in the court. You are afraid that if you say it, your family will not be able to hide from it, right?"

Wen Qiusheng slowly expressed his inner worries, nodded in understanding, and kicked away the wooden pillar behind him in the next second, the rope around his neck immediately shrank, and the suffocation of death suddenly stuck in his throat like a sickle superior!

His eyes were wide open, his face was distorted and flushed, he couldn't speak a word, only heard the mocking tone of the evil spirit floating in the air.

"But what does that have to do with me? What does your life and your family's life have to do with me?"

"Do you think I'm kind enough to be tolerant and forgiving to my enemies?"

Wen Qiusheng had enjoyed enough of his embarrassed posture on the verge of death before he let go of the rope, and there was even a hint of playfulness in his smile.

"How? Would you like to speak now?"

devil!devil!The person who was put down coughed violently and backed away frantically.

Wen Qiusheng smiled slightly, "It seems that I still don't want to, blame me, I should entertain you with a higher standard."

Death is so beautiful, but this person is not worthy, and the best punishment is to let him live but not die.

Wen Qiusheng took a look at the third prince, his heart was inexplicably excited, and he quickly ordered people to bring up all the instruments used for torture.He watched Wen Qiusheng standing in front of a pile of horrific instruments of torture, picking and choosing, his expression was gentle but it made people feel a sense of fear for no reason.

The screams and the sound of blood dripping are intertwined.

But even with a long whip in his hand and whipping people to pieces, the other person still looks like a crown of jade, glamorous and moving.

The third prince was immersed in an inexplicable trance until there was a strange noise outside the door.

"Someone!"

Wen Qiusheng glanced at the dying man in the air, withdrew his hands, and left the cellar with the third prince.After they came out, they didn't see any suspicious figures, but the third prince believed that someone was eavesdropping just now.

It was late, Wen Qiusheng had no time to wait for the third prince to search the mansion for news, so he hurried back to the palace.

When he reached the gate of the Tai Chi Hall, the gloomy look in his eyes slowly dissipated.

At this time, the brain finally conveyed the sticky touch on the fingers. Wen Qiusheng lowered his head in a daze, and saw bright red flowing through his fingertips, making the cuffs of his clothes even redder.

He was wearing a red dress, which could cover up a bit on the surface, but the bloody smell of this suit would be noticed once he got close.

He left in such a hurry that he even forgot to change his clothes, Wen Qiusheng closed his eyes.The out-of-control actions did not relieve his irritability, but drew out all the dark thoughts that were suppressed in his heart. Now he suddenly wanted to destroy something.

Who in the world has no family?Why should his whole life be ruined, while others should live in peace and joy?

When the emperor ordered to go to the south of the Yangtze River, Wenfu suddenly heard the sad news, and everyone was shocked.But so what?In the end, he was not tied to the carriage.His father, the man who had always been dissatisfied with him and felt that his ignorance was a drag on the family, begged him for the first time to take care of the overall situation and entrust the future of the entire family to him.

Who thought about him?Who would spend even a moment to think about how helpless and desperate he was on the way from Jiangnan to the capital all alone, leaving his hometown alone.

Perhaps there are people in the world who can endure and endure pain without resentment, but Wen Qiusheng cannot.

Since he has been like this all his life, a joke, a stigma, why should he care about it?It would be better if they were all dead.

If the sky wants to kill him, he wants the world to be buried with him!

Wen Qiusheng stopped in front of the Taiji Hall, his eyes were dark and cold, but he saw the prince slowly walking out of the hall.

She was dressed in white like snow, which made the blood stained on it extremely obvious.

He walked slowly, step by step to Wen Qiusheng.As they got closer, Wen Qiusheng realized that Xue Wunian's face was as pale as paper, like a dying patient, and his lips were bloodless.

Blood flowed down from his chest, staining half of his white clothes red.

Wen Qiusheng's eyes moved slightly, and a feeling of pity even flashed in his heart.

——Poor, he is also a child who is not loved by his father.

Even though he was injured, Xue Wunian's figure was still upright, Wen Qiusheng's figure was reflected in his slightly lowered eyes, his gaze was calm.

"Are you injured?" When he asked this, there seemed to be a worried look in his eyes.

Wen Qiusheng looked up in surprise.

The smell of blood on his body is really not mentioned in front of the prince, but the prince easily noticed it, is he so keen?

Wen Qiusheng stared at him for a while, then shook his head.

Xue Wunian's expression relaxed, "It's fine."

He hesitated for a while, and when he was about to speak, a hand was suddenly placed on his shoulder.

"Your Majesty." Wen Qiusheng's eyes quickly shifted to behind him.

Xue Yan's expression didn't look happy. Wen Qiusheng's smile hadn't lifted yet, but he saw the prince's face suddenly changed. If the prince was just weak, now he looks like he is being tortured.

Xue Wunian was indeed enduring torture.

He trembled all over, and the temperature on his shoulders instantly pierced into his nerves like sharp bone spurs, quickly spreading to his head like a violent toxin.The sudden intense pain made him almost lose control of his facial nerves, and his headache felt like someone was peeling his skin alive.

Cold sweat poured down, Xue Wunian quickly dodged, His Majesty also took his hand away, but the temperature on his shoulders was like a gangrene, beating his endurance one sound at a time.

Under the pain, his eyes were covered with a layer of blood, and his nails pierced his palms to suppress the urge to vent his desire to kill.

Xue Wunian raised his eyes, and saw His Majesty looking at him calmly, with a mocking look in his eyes, as if saying:

——Sickness, at this very moment, right in front of Wen Qiusheng, let him see how frightening you are when you go crazy.

His Majesty did it on purpose.

Regarding His Majesty's malice, Xue Wunian had always been calm, but at this moment, a trace of gloom flashed across her.

"Your Highness, you—" Wen Qiusheng glanced at Xue Wunian's trembling hands, and spoke hesitantly.

However, before he could finish speaking, Xue Wunian turned and left, his back was still a little staggering.

"Qiu Sheng, don't look at it. The prince is going to go to work tomorrow, and he is in a hurry to pack up. Didn't you say you wanted to go to Wushan last time? It just so happens that you are back in the capital now, and the weather has not turned cold completely. opportunity."

Leaving tomorrow?Just because of the prince's injury?

Wen Qiusheng couldn't help being silent, is Xue Wunian really Xue Yan's blood?Although his father treated him coldly, he never abused him like this. Xue Yan didn't seem to regard Xue Wunian as his son at all...

"Why is there blood on your body?" Xue Yan touched Wen Qiusheng's sleeve, but found blood on his hand.

Wen Qiusheng frowned, "Maybe I accidentally touched it on His Highness the Crown Prince just now."

Xue Yan immediately turned pale, "Throw it away when you go back, don't get any dirty things on it, it's easy to get sick."

If I had known this earlier, giving a sword would not be enough, it would not be impressive enough!He deliberately sent Xue Wunian to the west for disaster relief, and then took Wen Qiusheng to Wushan, one west and one east, to see what other waves could be found.

If it wasn't for the Great Yan Kingdom that needed a prince...

Where Wen Qiusheng couldn't see, Xue Yan's expression was gloomy.

……

Prince fell ill.

This fact made everyone in the Prince's Mansion feel uneasy, and the chief guard, Xi Jin, was even more anxious, because the Prince was not only ill, but also injured!

It may be that for so many years, the prince has always maintained an indifferent demeanor, and Xi Jin has almost forgotten how miserable His Highness was before.

The prince has been established as the crown prince since he was a child, but he has never been favored by his majesty. After the death of the first queen, he was oppressed by everyone in the palace at will.At that time, many people took His Highness's strange illness as a means of harming him. It was not until Taifu Meng became the prince's teacher, and the prince's talents and strategies were known to the world's counselors, that the situation gradually improved.

Xi Jin had never seen this kind of state of returning home covered in blood tonight since His Highness was ten years old.

He stood guard in the courtyard and glanced worriedly at the closed door. Before he could take a step, he heard a suppressed angry sound.

"roll!"

Just as Xi Jin thought, Xue Wunian was in a state of irritability and pain, and the nerve tingling came and went like a tide, as if there was no end.The blood on the wound had already dried up, but he couldn't spare any effort to deal with it.

He has experienced this kind of pain many times, but this time it seems particularly unbearable.

He closed his eyes slightly, and suddenly regretted not saying goodbye to Wen Qiusheng in front of the Tai Chi Hall. The pain all over his body was only momentarily relieved when he thought of that person.

If Wen Qiusheng was by his side at this time, what would he say to him?

Xue Wunian thought for a while.Maybe they would laugh at him for being lofty and stubborn, even though he was weak, or maybe they would just look at him suspiciously and tell him to see a doctor right away.

But... No matter what, that person is by his side.

As the night fell, Xi Jin was worried, and did not dare to relax and stare at the prince's room for a moment.After a long silence, when Xi Jin thought the prince had rested, he heard a shock!

I saw that the closed door of the room was suddenly destroyed by an internal force, and the door panel flew into the yard, bringing up a burst of sand and dust, followed by a biting sword aura.

While Xijin was startled, she looked at the hazy figure in the smoke and dust, and felt an instinctive fear of danger in her heart.

That was... naked killing intent.