Rebirth: Dominating the Country

"My lord, Jing He has hanged herself!" The visitor stumbled into the study.

The standing person shook his hand holding the pen, and the ink color fainted, instantly ruining a charming picture of a beauty.

"I see, I will go to the accountant to get your deed of sale and money later." The young man with the golden crown and hair tied put the paintbrush in his hand on the inkstone, sighed softly, crumpled up the useless drawing paper and threw it into the side table. wastebasket.

Immediately, he took a piece of high-quality rice paper, raised his sleeves with the ink that had just been polished, and concentrated on copying his favorite copybook.

"My lord, let this servant stay with you!" The little book boy fell to his knees with a plop, two lines of tears streaming down his pretty face.

"Don't you still have a mother and brother in your family? It's better to leave early, at least to save this life. If it's too late, it will be too late." The man called the prince made the last stroke and never turned his face away. Take a look at the kneeling man.

He washed his hands in the golden basin on the shelf, and the charming maid standing beside him quickly wiped him clean with a towel.

"Look, I don't lack people here. If you leave late, I'll ask someone to kick you out." Although there was a feigned anger in his tone, there was something on that slightly pale face. No sign of anger.

The little bookboy who was kneeling on the ground raised his head to meet the man's face, then looked at the indifferent maid beside him, kowtowed eighteen times to the man, blood soon fainted on the ground.

"Let the servant grind the ink for you one last time." The little book boy's forehead was red, and he reached out his sleeve to wipe the blood that was still dripping down, his face was full of pleading.

He has never disobeyed his master's words.But this time, he wants to be bold, even if it is, even if it is to fulfill the kindness of master and servant in the past ten years!

Mu Bai let the other party leave in this way just to save the life of the little book boy. The last maid who was loyal to him in this cold mansion couldn't stand the torture and ended her remaining life in advance, so he knew his own fate. Not for long.Although he is also loyal as a school boy, but he is young and his family has concerns, so there is no reason to lose his life for a dying person like him.

It is said that when a person is about to die, his words are also good.Mu Bai is usually not a villainous existence, and he will die when he dies, so why bother dragging a little book boy who has been loyal to him for more than ten years to the underworld.

Originally, he thought that he could save the next one, but who would have expected that the other party would not succeed in the end. He was beaten to death with a stick before he could leave the house after taking the deed of selling his life, and he was wrapped in a straw mat and thrown in the backyard.The ones who did it were naturally the masters who were sent by the person sitting on the supreme seat to watch over the courtyard. They guarded the courtyard for five days according to the emperor's order, not allowing even a fly to fly out of the palace.

After five days of guarding, they finally conveyed the emperor's decree to King An today, and brought a cup of poisonous tea prepared by the Imperial Physician by the way.After all, Wang An only drank tea and didn't drink alcohol. This was the last bit of warmth bestowed by the monarch.

The soul of Mu Bai who drank the poisonous tea was not snatched away by the ghost guards, but lightly left his body, floating above the high palace and looking down at the empty mansion.

Gallery pavilions, ponds, willows, rocks, everything in Prince An's Mansion is extremely exquisite, but it's a pity that the owner here only enjoyed the beautiful scenery for 13 years before he lost his life.

Mu Bai didn't even bother to sigh, he just watched the servants of the monarch in the palace indifferently shuttle between the various houses of Prince An's mansion, and then piled up dry firewood around this gorgeous mansion, pouring Oil it up, and the fire will burst into the sky in an instant!

At that moment, he seemed to hear the souls of those close to him who died for him, and faces with concerns and worries appeared in the firelight.There are young girls and seventy-year-old women, from ignorant children to handsome young people.

They were all the ones who gave him warmth or help, even if they were not all sincere, but at least the impressions left in his memory were good.But just because of being close to him, under his protection, they all ended up dying.

If one doesn't die well, these innocent souls will be tortured even when they go to hell.How willing they are, how willing he is to be made!

One step at a time, one step at a time.What did he, the prince, hinder his elder brother? !Why did he have to let him die, and dragged those close to him to hell together.

Not reconciled, not reconciled.Mu Bai's originally almost transparent soul suddenly emitted black mist, as if he was about to turn into a fierce ghost.The flames that were useless to him at first rolled up and began to burn his robe embroidered with gold thread.

At the last moment of losing consciousness, the burning ghost has only one obsession: he loves Bai, and he will never forget this painful pain forever!

……

"boom!"

The dim palace quickly lit up, and a maid in blue palace attendants squatted in front of the bed holding a palace lamp with soft light, and softly asked the little highness who sat up suddenly, what is the status of the palace she is in? The only master: "Did Your Highness have nightmares again? Please let the servants see if you hurt your hands."

"Well, I'm fine." The person sitting on the bed replied in a low voice. The pale An Wang's dark eyes were full of unwillingness and treachery under the light, and the boy's fair and delicate skin was full of nightmares because of the nightmare. A lot of cold sweat.

The palace maid in front of her is now over thirty years old, wearing a plain shirt, with a simple golden hairpin on her head.As the wet nurse of His Highness King An, his most trusted elder, and the female trainee in charge of the palace, the other party did have the courage and qualifications to come forward to greet him.

The other party quickly called a few nimble maidservants to clean up the fragments of the vase on the ground, and brought a cup of calming tea with just the right temperature for his master to drink.

"Your Highness, let's take a rest first. Tomorrow, I have to pay my respects to the empress." The elderly maid softly hummed a lullaby, looked at the other party lying peacefully on the pillow, turned off the light, and tiptoed back. go down.

In the darkness, the boy's hands under the brocade quilt were tightly clenched into fists. If the palace maid hadn't just cleaned his nails a few days ago, his palms would definitely bleed with his current strength.

Although the eyes were closed, the scene in the dream was replayed over and over again, but the mood fluctuated too much, and it was difficult to fall asleep.

In the dream, he was still the undistinguished Wang An who kept his law and kept to himself. He endured again and again, but finally lost his life under a cup of poisoned tea.He was really not reconciled, he died in the third year after that person ascended the throne because of his suspicion even though there was no threat.

If he had been happy and happy before his death, but he didn't even leave half of his blood, and he never had a caring person by his side.When he died, the nurse who had served him since he was a child had already been found wrong and executed by the other party.His childhood friend was also murdered by the villain, and finally died in battle, ending up in a tragic end of being shrouded in soldiers.

Everyone said that General Su's death was caused by a villain who slandered him and was plotted by the enemy before he died on the battlefield in northern Xinjiang.And the black hand pushing behind it is none other than Ming Jun, who is praised by everyone, his biological elder brother——Mu Yan!

For the wise and mighty young monarch of the Northern Kingdom, there is no subject in this world who can be his confidant.Mu Bai also knew that Su Zhiran's death was not because of his great achievements, but because of getting too close to him.

He didn't feel any self-pity, and he didn't feel that he was a calamity that caused people close to him to die one by one. Although he also didn't understand why Mu Yan, as an elder brother, aimed at him everywhere, and finally sent himself away with a cup of poisoned tea. Go to hell.

This dream didn't start today, but has been repeated over and over again since two months ago, the picture is getting clearer and clearer, and the mood of the person in the dream has gradually begun to seep into the bone marrow.It cannot be erased or ignored.

At the beginning of the dream, Mu Bai didn't believe it either, but as the days passed, the facts that happened as in the dream couldn't allow him not to believe that it would be his future life.

The 15 years of extra memory made his body a little unbearable. The imperial doctor diagnosed the pulse and said that it was due to excessive mood swings, and the fact that he had a fever due to the cold a few days ago.

Naturally, the imperial doctor reported the situation to the empress Li, his mother didn't come to have a look, but he was allowed three days off, three days of classes, and three days of greetings.After all, the imperial doctor said that His Royal Highness Wang An's health is in good condition, such a minor illness will definitely recover within three days.

Thinking of his elder brother whom everyone praises, Mu Bai only felt a lump in his throat. He is now 13-year-old Mu Bai, and even 28-year-old King An. No matter how proud Mu Yan is, he will never do it again Let yourself end up in such a bleak end under the control of the other party.

Mu Bai extended his clenched fist out of the bright yellow brocade quilt, the fist spread out into a palm, and some white powder fell down.Looking at the fine white jade turned into powder, he lost his mind for a while, and finally he laughed softly, feeling relieved.In this life, no matter what, he will not be fascinated by those small favors.

He must hold in his hands what should belong to him.What shouldn't belong to him, as long as it threatens him, he will take it away!