Transmigrated into the book to become the villain prince, the son of the plane to destroy

After sending Wang Cheng away, Xiao Huang returned to the study, staring blankly at the flickering candle in the dark, with an expression of indescribable pain and loneliness.

Scenes of past events flashed through his mind unconsciously...

From the beginning of his memory, he felt that everyone around him was deeply hostile to him.

His father is obviously the current emperor, and his mother is obviously the emperor's concubine, but he rarely enjoys the treatment that a prince should have. Not only other concubines always use different methods to mock and make things difficult for his mother and concubine, but also other brothers and sisters. He has never looked directly at his brother, and even in the end, even the eunuchs and maids in the palace no longer put himself and his mother in their eyes. Although they are respectful to their mother and son on the surface, they are always obedient and disobedient behind the scenes. There is no shortage of choreographing their mother and son behind the scenes.

But the mother and concubine are always submissive, any grievances they suffer will be buried in the bottom of their hearts silently, they dare not resist, and they will not complain to the emperor or the queen mother, but bear everything alone.

At that time, he didn't understand, but the concubine mother told him that a fortune teller said that she would be the son of heaven. Since he was born with such a fate, he should have the courage and bearing of a king, and he should have the world in his heart, instead of competing with Xiaoxiao. .

The words of his mother and concubine have been firmly engraved in his heart since he was a child, making him firmly believe that he is born with the destiny of an emperor. Although he is deeply in adversity, he can maintain the belief that one day he will be able to reach the Ninth Five-Year Dragon, and put all the hardships he has experienced in front of him. They are all regarded as God's test of themselves.

The image of Concubine Song gradually blurred in my mind, but the image of Uncle Fu gradually became clear...

When he was eight years old, because of a fire in the palace, some fortune tellers said it was caused by too much yang energy in the harem, so his father ordered all the underage princes in the palace to move out of the palace.

Because the other princes were named kings early, they all sit in luxurious palaces and have a large number of servants at their disposal.And even though he is also a prince, he has never been crowned king because of the humble status of his mother and concubine. Zongzheng Temple only allocated him a small courtyard and a kind-hearted old servant who is over fifty years old.

"Your Highness, this old servant is called Xu Fu. From now on, he is His Highness's servant, and he is responsible for taking care of His Highness's daily life." This was the first sentence Fu Bo said to him, and the kind smile on his face is still vivid in my memory.

Memories related to Forbe flashed quickly in my mind one after another. It seemed a little blurry, as if it happened in the distant past, but also seemed clear, as if it happened just yesterday.

He clearly remembered that on a dark and windy night, Forbe quietly appeared in his bedroom and told him with a mysterious face.

"My view is that His Royal Highness has an extraordinary destiny. He has his own destiny. He is definitely not a thing in the pool. Although he has been tempered before the weak crown, he will eventually be the Son of Heaven."

He believed Uncle Fu's words without hesitation, because his mother and concubine also said the same thing to him, and he always believed that he was the chosen one.

"Since your highness is an extraordinary person, you should have extraordinary abilities for the future. I don't know if your highness would like to worship me as a teacher. I can teach your highness all I have learned in my life." That night, Uncle Fu pressed his immature shoulders, looking fixedly into his eyes, and asked in a deep voice if he would like to worship him as a teacher.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately knelt down on the ground and bowed heavily: "Master, please accept my apprentice's bow."

Although he was young at that time, his mind was different from ordinary people. He knew that since Uncle Fu could see that he was extraordinary, he must be no ordinary man. Maybe he was sent by heaven to enlighten him.

There was a rare warmth and smile on Xiao Huang's face, and in his mind he recalled the details of Fu Bo and himself over and over again——

When he felt that practicing martial arts was too hard, it was Fu Bo who told him that on his seat leading to the supreme throne, he would meet countless enemies who wanted to take his life. Only by learning martial arts well could he solve every attempt The stumbling block that hinders him...

When I felt that the art of war was too boring, it was Fu Bo who told me that no matter how high the martial arts were, at best, he could only defeat a few hundred people, but if he learned the essence of the art of war, one person could defeat thousands of troops...

When I miss my mother and concubine in the palace, it is Uncle Fu who warns me that a real man is born between heaven and earth, he should carry a three-foot sword and make great achievements in the world, and he should not only be obsessed with the love of his children...

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It's hard for Xiao Huang to imagine what his fate would have been without Fu Bo's careful teaching and cultivation of him!

At this time, Xiao Huang's heart suddenly felt cramped, and finally he couldn't hold back the tears that burst out of his eyes - his memory finally came to the day he was most unwilling to recall.

Uncle Fu locked himself in the room for several days. Because he was worried, when he opened the door and broke into Uncle Fu's room, he was taken aback by Uncle Uncle's appearance.

At that time, Fu Bo's skin was so festered that he couldn't see it. If it weren't for those familiar eyes, he could hardly believe that the person in front of him was the Fu Bo he was familiar with.

Uncle Fu looked at him, but there was a gratified smile on his face: "You didn't scare His Highness, did you... Now that even His Highness hardly recognizes me, I can safely assassinate Su Yao, even if I'm unlucky If I miss it, no one will recognize me, and I will never implicate Your Highness."

His voice was extremely hoarse, so hoarse that even Xiao Huang couldn't hear the slightest trace of the past.

On that day, Xiao Huang cried like a child in his 20s, he didn't know why Uncle Fu treated him like this, and how he could repay Uncle Fu's kindness to him in this life.

But he didn't expect Uncle Fu's misfortune to come true in the end. The side between him and Uncle Fu turned out to be a farewell. Since then, they have been separated forever.

And he still can't figure it out, Uncle Fu has changed his face completely, why Xiao Jie can still recognize him, and use this to drag his mother, concubine and uncle into trouble.

At this moment, Xiao Huang was overwhelmed with grief, and there was only an unforgettable pain in his heart. He hated himself for not resolutely opposing Uncle Fu to assassinate Su Yao that day, otherwise he would not have taken the lives of Uncle Fu and his concubine in vain.

In just ten days, he lost the two most important people in his life.

At this moment, he fell into deep self-blame in his heart. He hated himself, Xiao Jie, and Su Yao even more. Without the two of them, Uncle Fu and his mother and concubine would have died in vain.

Xiao Huang vowed secretly in his heart that one day he would take Xiao Jie's life to avenge Fu Bo and his concubine mother.

At this time, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the study, Xiao Huang immediately wiped away his tears, sucked his nose a few times, trying to calm himself down.

Not long after, his confidant Wang Sheng appeared outside the door of the study, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "Your Highness, can this subordinate come in?"

"Come in." Xiao Huang nodded lightly to Wang Sheng who was outside the door.

When Wang Sheng walked into the study room, he saw the wet tears on Xiao Huang's face at a glance, he couldn't help but heaved a long sigh, and persuaded him, "His Royal Highness, I'm sorry, the dead cannot be resurrected."

Xiao Huang nodded lightly, his expression had returned to his usual sternness, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I know what's in my heart. Let me tell you why you came to see me."

When Wang Sheng saw Xiao Huang say this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "I just want to know, is Your Highness really going to send troops to Di Hu?"

"Yes, you also know that this is the best chance to seize the military power in Liangzhou." Xiao Huang did not hide anything from Wang Sheng, and then changed the subject, "However, dispatching troops to Dihu needs the approval of the imperial court, and it will take some time. Day, before that, I want you to do one thing for me."

Wang Sheng made a great gift to Xiao Huang with clasped fists, and said generously: "This subordinate is willing to go through fire and water for His Highness, even death."

Xiao Huang patted Wang Sheng's shoulder lightly, stared at him, and said in a deep voice: "Fu Bo is gone, you are the person I trust the most now, I want you to go to the outside of the Great Wall for me, to meet a See Helena."

Even though Wang Sheng had been mentally prepared, he couldn't help but change his expression on the spot...