fake prince

Chapter 1022
Yu Han was startled, these hidden pieces were all chess set by the queen for the prince, they were not used back then, and later the queen was not allowed to move again.

After all, this use is to seek great treason.

Didn't use it back then, but restarted now?Could it be...for acting as the king?
He thought so in his heart, but he still responded immediately: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, he hesitated again: "My lady, it's been 20 years, I'm afraid not many people will respond."

The Queen sat and smiled.

"They have all been greatly favored by me in the past, and they all have a clue in my hands. They will agree." She said indifferently: "Besides, those who refuse to agree are treacherous, and the crime cannot be pardoned."

"Yu Han, is your sword good?"

Yu Han listened, bowed down, and lightly touched his forehead on the gold brick: "Please rest assured, my servant was your sword 20 years ago, and it is now."

"I'm the third generation Nishuihan!"

"I believe you!" The queen got up and walked outside.

Outside the outer hall, it was already dark.

She looked towards the direction of the Prince Dai's Mansion, unwilling to look away for a long time.

Daiwangfu

Five people patrolled with lanterns, and Zheng Huai led the way. The bustle of the day was over, and the mansion gradually became quiet.

Pebble-lined roads and corridors, pavilions and pavilions are all hidden in it, and there are no palaces and houses in the north zone. Although it is winter, you can still feel the dense trees and a quiet courtyard. People live here as well.

A gust of wind swept over the top, and the startled birds flew up, quacking and screaming, and the faint sound came through in the misty night, which made people tremble all over.

"It's really scary here, why does the monk live here?" You Fuwei trembled and said.

"It is said that this quietness is what you want." Zheng Huai, the foreman, said with a sneer: "It's just a matter of courage, just patrol the night. If you are afraid, why not go to a farm in the suburbs."

"Don't, boss, don't be unlucky, it's very miserable to go to the farm. Last time the second son of the Luo family was kicked out, and he changed in a few days." Fuwei trembled and said.

"It's good to know, and do it honestly." Zheng Huai said in his mouth, but he was secretly startled, this time the mansion was cleaned up, but he was lucky enough to survive.

But I heard that Dai Wang is loved by the emperor, and it is said that he will be established as a grandson. If so, what should Qi Wang do? Qi Wang is not good, so he took the opportunity to do things for Dai Wang?
But, I have something to do with Prince Qi's mansion, if it is exposed... Zheng Huai dare not think along this line of thought anymore, and he doesn't want to continue thinking, it's just a burst of panic.

Glancing at the yard, he just said in a low voice: "Don't make a fuss, this is the person who has been ordered to pay attention to, and you must pay attention to it at all times, understand?"

"Understood!" Several people responded in low voices, Zheng Huai stopped talking and led people away, occasionally there was the sound of long knives colliding.

In a meditation room, a monk with a handsome appearance but wearing a black blindfold was sitting cross-legged, motionless, as if he did not hear any sound from outside.

The black eyepatch was worn on the face, although it covered one eye and destroyed the aura of a banished fairy, but it also added a bit of weird charm.

It was like extremely holy snow dotted with red blood, and the black and white set off also played a similar role at this moment.

His exposed eye was also closed, and his long eyelashes drooped, as if he had entered meditation, but the occasional slightly trembling eyelashes indicated that his mood was not calm at the moment, nor had he entered the best state of mind. realm.

The mansion guard left, there seemed to be a wind blowing outside, the bamboo grove was rustling, Bian Xuan was in a trance, as if he saw a little monk coming in, he was only in his early ten years old, he was round and cute.

"Pujing, you are so late, what are you doing here, go to sleep, there is morning class tomorrow."

This is one of the orphans adopted by the temple. He usually calls himself Shishu. Although he is young, his seniority in the temple is not low.

"Uncle, I have a question."

"What doubts, tell me!" Bianxuan wanted to solve the doubts, so he let him go to rest, but the morning classes were gathered in the main hall every day (3:6 to [-]:[-] in the morning) to chant scriptures and worship, which was very hard.

"Uncle, is the Brahma Dharma vast?"

"The Brahma Dharma is naturally vast, and it is the principle proved by the Brahma God. This principle is the five principles of earth, water, fire, wind, and space, which is the original Brahman nature of all living beings."

"It can wash away all afflictions and dirt, tame all heretics, and it is extremely superior. You must never doubt it." While speaking, the scenery changed suddenly, and in the dark night, shadows moved in the distance, as if warning yourself not to go, but But his heart seemed to be attracted, Bianxuan got up and walked towards the noise.

As the light dimmed, he seemed to be in a small room.

Sitting in meditation in front of him was an old monk, with a majestic appearance, Bianxuan couldn't help but knelt down with his palms together.

"Bianxuan, there is a prophecy that Brahma Dharma will prosper in this land, but it will be difficult to establish the law if it is not in accordance with the king. You should get closer to the princess... remember, remember."

The words seemed to be accented, echoing in his ears, Bian Xuan put his palms together, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but couldn't.

The scene in front of me slowly faded away, and it turned into a girl standing among flowers.

She smiled sweetly, and was picking a flower in her hand, as if she heard his footsteps, she turned to look at him.

"Princess……"

Bianxuan subconsciously walked towards that side, but in the blink of an eye, a person appeared between him and the princess.

"On behalf of the king?"

Bianxuan was slightly stunned, the young man in front of him had an extraordinary demeanor, not inferior to him in the slightest, moreover possessed of gentleness and dignity, as well as a trace of majesty.

If it's not the acting king, who could it be?
He was about to call out, but the next moment, the scene in front of him disappeared again.

A chain was thrown suddenly, locking him firmly.

"Take them all, and those who act recklessly will be shot!" Suddenly, many soldiers appeared in front of them, with long knives gleaming in the cold light.

Bianxuan was dragged by someone, stumbled away, looked around, only to find that this place was Yuanzi, but he was pushed into the prison cell in a blink of an eye.

"Beat, severely torture."

All kinds of horrific instruments of torture were used on monks young and old without hesitation, and the screams were endless.

Old monks and young monks are the first to fail.

Without a cultivation base to protect the body, how can it withstand torture?

Bianxuan watched the smoking iron, and pressed it on his chest. The master, who had always been dignified and dignified, couldn't stop himself from screaming no matter how hard he meditated, and even fell into a coma.

Even the brothers couldn't bear to beg for mercy: "Forgive me, it's none of my business, forgive me, I am willing to return to vulgarity, I am willing to return to vulgarity!"

"Ah, uncle, I'm afraid! Master, uncle, save me!" Pu Jing, who was only ten years old, was also tied to the frame, facing the grinning jailer holding a red-hot iron. , trembling with fright.

In the past, Pujing was always running around in the temple, and when he came across him occasionally, he would stop him and persuade Haosheng to walk, so as not to bump into the pilgrims.

Pu Jing always agrees, but always makes mistakes. Now he is crying and shouting: "Uncle Master, save me, I don't dare anymore, I will be very good..."

"Puchi..." The branding iron was imprinted on it, and the little monk screamed miserably, his voice gradually became silent, his widened eyes lost their brilliance, but he kept looking at himself.

It seems to be questioning, why didn't you save yourself, why Brahma God and Brahma Dharma didn't save yourself.

"No, no, it's not that I don't want to save, it's just..."

"I just can't do anything." Bianxuan said, with fishy sweetness overflowing from his mouth.

(End of this chapter)