America's strong and miserable desire to destroy the world

In the distant past...in fact, it is not that far away, count carefully, and now it is less than a year since Wen Qiusheng first entered the capital.But some memories, when looking back, seem like a lifetime away.

Wen Qiusheng was suddenly curious, if he had never dreamed of that book, and had never predicted the future, would his ending really be like the one in the book?

He will die suddenly at the height of his honor and favor, and the tyrant will follow him like a loving couple all over the world.

In fact, there seems to be a record in the book. Even though his image in the history books is so bewitching, it is undeniable that the founding monarch of the Great Yan Kingdom really loved him to death, and he seemed like a loving couple.

Wen Qiusheng laughed. Looking at Xue Yan's puzzled expression, he couldn't help but think: If the tyrant knows that the future generations have recorded their love for their queen, he must be very happy.

If now...

"Your Majesty, if you and I drink these two cups of poisoned wine together and die for love, how will future generations record our deeds?" Wen Qiusheng looked at Xue Yan with a smile, "Is Your Majesty curious?"

Xue Yan was stunned for a while, with an expression of disbelief on his face, "You..."

Wen Qiusheng looked at his shocked expression, didn't speak, just waited quietly for his answer with his chin half propped up.

Xue Yan never had the innate self-confidence of being an emperor in front of him, Wen Qiusheng knew this very well.Everything he did clearly showed his extreme lack of inner security. He didn't dare to let Wen Qiusheng go, he didn't dare to ask Wen Qiusheng if he liked him, and he couldn't believe that Wen Qiusheng would be willing to die in love with him.

Wen Qiusheng was sure that after his death, Xue Yan would definitely follow him.But if Xue Yan died first, would Xue Yan dare?He couldn't even imagine how much Wen Qiusheng would miss him.

So what he has always said is that regardless of life or death, Wen Qiusheng belongs to him.

Wen Qiusheng knew that in his heart, he wanted to have him in his lifetime, and to be buried with him when he died.The emperor's love is passionate and straightforward, but it is also full of infinite possessiveness and selfishness.

"Your Majesty is actually very happy." Wen Qiusheng had a slight smile on his face, but his eyes couldn't see his emotions clearly. "I am willing to die with Your Majesty. This kind of thing must be what His Majesty dreamed of."

It belonged to him in life, and it belonged to him after death.

Xue Yan held his breath.It is undeniable that just imagining this possibility made his heart beat uncontrollably, and this morbid possessiveness made his blood boil.

He even boldly guessed at this moment that Wen Qiusheng might love him.

If you don't love him, how can you be ready to go to hell with him at this moment?If you don't love him, you can wait until the battle between the evil monk and him is over and choose the winner. Why should you be prepared to die for love?

Wen Qiusheng loves him, that's why he intends to return to the palace after feigning death, and that's why he wants to be with him regardless of life or death.

Love makes people dizzy, Xue Yan held Wen Qiusheng's hand impulsively, with a very excited expression, "You're right, let's die for love!"

Wen Qiusheng glanced at him in surprise, "Your Majesty, this banquet is not over yet."

However, Xue Yan didn't care at all whether he won or lost. In his heart, if Wen Qiusheng was willing to die with him, it didn't matter who had the throne in the end, he would be the winner.

"If Qiusheng was born 20 years earlier, or if I was born later...it would be great. We must spend a longer time together, and there will be no other people's obstruction, but if that is the case, I will not be the emperor, and I will not be able to give Qiusheng the highest respect." Proud."

Xue Yan caressed Wen Qiusheng's cheek, with strong affection and a trace of reluctance in his eyes, "You deserve the best."

The voices of people outside the Taiji Hall became more and more noisy, and the sound of swords and swords and screams begging for mercy continued. Wen Qiusheng couldn't help but look sideways, but Xue Yan held his face, and his hot breath spread on his eyelids, tightly kiss from top to bottom.

"I love you, Qiusheng."

Wen Qiusheng was taken aback for a moment.

It's not that he hasn't heard Xue Yan say this sentence, but this time he is very serious. The always warm and straightforward tyrant kisses delicately and timidly for the first time, expressing his surging love clumsily.

The tyrant gasped a few times, his eyes were full of irritability mixed with gloom and possessiveness, but he soon suppressed it again.

He couldn't help laughing at Wen Qiusheng's stupefaction, his eyes gradually softened, and he stretched out his hand to push the blue hair beside the other's ear behind his ear.The blood boiling all over his body suddenly settled down, and his calmness was unbelievable.

"I lost, Qiu Sheng, but I don't regret it."

He heard footsteps getting closer and closer to the Taiji Hall, and there were screams, which were the steps of rebels entering the palace.

"The only thing I regret is making you so unhappy. But even so, I selfishly want to meet you and possess you. Even if I were given another [-] chances, I would desperately keep you by my side."

He suddenly stretched out his arm, and under Wen Qiusheng's surprised gaze, he raised the wine cup and drank it down in one gulp.

"However, I don't want you to die with me, I can't bear it."

Wen Qiusheng looked at the deep affection and reluctance in his eyes, was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed lowly, the laughter gradually amplified, and finally even burst into tears.

"You don't want it? Why don't you want it? You don't want me to leave my hometown, you want me to be criticized by the world, you don't want me to bear the infamy of the evil concubine, you don't want me to be trapped in the palace alone as a man! If you don't want me to die, you will become a lover?!"

"Your Majesty, if you want to be a bad person, do it to the end. Don't think that you can become a Buddha immediately by putting down the butcher knife in the end. You are not worthy! I don't care too much! You love me, but your love is so selfish, you think I will be moved by it Is it?" Wen Qiusheng smiled sarcastically.

The sarcasm and coldness in those eyes made Xue Yan's fiery heart slowly cool down, and he couldn't help being a little dazed, "But you are willing to die with me, don't you..." Love me?

He didn't dare to say the next few words.

"I love you? Do you think it's possible?" Xue Yan's silence seemed to be a kind of dodge and retreat, but Wen Qiusheng approached even more, and whispered, "Your Majesty clearly knows what I am best at."

"What I am best at is to give people hope first, and then despair."

Wen Qiusheng curled his lips into a smile, and drank another glass of wine before Xue Yan stopped him.Xue Yan's pupils shrank, and he grabbed Wen Qiusheng's wrist suddenly, and the wine cup shattered to the ground, "I won't let you die! Spit it out! Do you hear me?!"

However, before he could move, Wen Qiusheng's throat twitched and he drank all the wine, Xue Yan's eyes were about to burst.

Wen Qiusheng pushed his trembling hands away, and said calmly, "Your Majesty still doesn't understand?"

understand what?Xue Yan looked at the wine stains on his lips, his mind went blank, "The antidote... By the way, where is the antidote?!"

Since Wen Qiusheng prepared poisoned wine, there must be an antidote. As long as there is an antidote, Qiu Sheng will not die.

Xue Yan could hardly think, he waved his hand to call people into the hall, he wanted to order people to find Doctor Wei, but no one answered him for a long while.Only then did he remember that because of this banquet, everyone around him was sent by him to arrest the rebels.

It doesn't matter, he went to see Divine Doctor Wei himself!

Wen Qiusheng quietly looked at Xue Yan like crazy and asked him where the antidote was, how affectionate and desperate he was, he couldn't help thinking carefully about the regret and love revealed in this despair, which made him feel A little joy.

Wen Qiusheng only sighed softly when Xue Yan was about to go out of the hall to find Doctor Wei.

"Your Majesty, these two glasses of wine are not poisonous."

Xue Yan turned around in a daze, "It's not poisonous...why?"

No, in fact he already understood, he just didn't want to understand.The answer is too simple, so simple that he should know it, but he is still wishful thinking.

How could Wen Qiusheng love him?How could she be willing to die in love with him?

The love in his heart seemed to be abandoned, and the belated pain made Xue Yan's heart curl up. He would rather drink a glass of poisoned wine than be so happy and sad.

Like a jumping clown being played in the palm of someone's hand.

"I didn't expect to see such a wonderful play with just two glasses of wine. If Your Majesty finds a troupe to take the stage, he will definitely win the applause of the audience!"

Wen Qiusheng turned a blind eye to his pain, even though he pressed his shoulders, he laughed and trembled, and finally put his hands on Xue Yan's violently rising and falling chest, and asked knowingly, "Does it hurt? I like to see you in pain, because I hate you."

Even though he was clear in his heart, Xue Yan still felt pain in his heart when he really heard Wen Qiusheng say it.

Wen Qiusheng made no secret of his cruelty, he knew how to make Xue Yan suffer the most, and he mercilessly stabbed at his weakness.

"Do you hate me?" Xue Yan looked at him deeply, "I can understand that you don't want to stay by my side. But do you think the evil monk is a good person? He dare not face you with his real identity. Up to now, I have only dared to deceive you despicably, is such a person worthy of you?"

Wen Qiusheng frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, the true identity of the evil monk who gave you hope is actually—"

Before Xue Yan could finish his sentence, there was a buzzing sound, and a bone-piercing cold wind blew past his ears. If he hadn't dodged in time, his dead body would have been somewhere else!Xue Yan looked gloomy at the long black sword nailed to the wall, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"What? Are you afraid that I will tell Qiusheng? Are you afraid that I will reveal your identity and turn you into a despicable liar?"

Wen Qiusheng turned his head to look, and saw a figure standing against the light in front of the Tai Chi Hall, his sleeve was stained with blood, and his face was blurred under the mottled light and shadow. It was not until he got closer that Wen Qiusheng could see the cold eyes clearly.

His eyes fell on Xue Yan's body, and the killing intent was undisguised, like a killing god walking out of the Shura field.Behind him were all the guards who fell to the ground, ten thousand swords could not stop him from moving forward, and he came towards Wen Qiusheng step by step.

Suddenly, Wen Qiusheng suddenly remembered that there used to be such a person who broke into the palace alone for him regardless of everything.

"Don't you feel familiar?" Xue Yan's cold voice reminded him, "This scene happened again."

The familiar figure slowly approached, the light and shadow dissipated, revealing the familiar yet unfamiliar handsome face.Wen Qiusheng's eyes froze for a moment, he stood quietly at the same spot, his thoughts seemed to return to that first snowfall, that change of going out of the palace.

And that sentence - "I'll take you home."

But how is it possible?Wen Qiusheng couldn't help but ask himself in his heart.

That was the evil monk in Wushan, the person he had been looking for from the very beginning, how could it be...