Is the target of the strategy darkened? Then die again

Who can't hear the malice in this?

When Beiyuan was defeated, he sent the legitimate son born to the late queen to the southern border as a hostage.

I heard that Lin Ziye, the legitimate son of the late empress, was a lone star of fate that defeated his father and his mother. He had been kept outside the palace since he was a child. Since he entered the capital, natural and man-made disasters, large and small, have occurred in the southern border, and he has been spurned and insulted by the people in the southern border. .

Only the fifth prince who was favored at that time, who is now the Southern Emperor Qin Yili, defended him in every possible way.

Later, people in the palace mocked him as a dog kept by the fifth prince, who was loyal and protective of his master.

He ignored the rumors and followed behind him.

Until Beiyuan envoys entered the Southern Territory, the fifth prince was suddenly assassinated and fell into coma for several days. When he woke up, he accused Lin Ziye of being the assassin. Even though he tried to explain in every possible way, he was thrown into death row by the furious Southern Territory Emperor.

In order to save him, those Beiyuan warriors buried in the southern border rushed forward to die like a tide. During that time, the air in Beijing was filled with the smell of blood.

Even after returning to Beiyuan with a near death, Lin Ziye remained bedridden for three years. It was not until Qin Yili ascended the throne as emperor that he reappeared in front of people.

Some people made a fuss about his relationship with Qin Yili, but he just said coldly that it was a 'fight to death' relationship.

Therefore, when Beiyuan's army captured the palace, the ministers forced Qin Yili to commit suicide. They thought that this was the only way to calm Lin Ziye's anger.

But no one expected that the two of them would have such a relationship in private.

The minister who usually relied on slander to gain power said tentatively: "From now on, there will be no Southern Emperor, only civilians Qin and Qin Yili..."

His words plunged the already quiet hall into deathly silence.

Lin Ziye seemed to be attracted by his words: "Continue."

The encouraged minister had a smile on his face: "If your Majesty likes it, you can add a young master to the palace."

This is clearly the 'young master', but secretly he is the 'male favorite'.

"..."

The minister, who was glared at with anger by many people, was not disturbed at all, staring at the man sitting on the dragon throne with burning eyes.

He found a way to continue to be prosperous and wealthy.

as predicted.

Pleased by his words, the man with sinister eyebrows smiled playfully: "I heard that he was not conscientious during his reign, but he was considered diligent. Why do you think you hate him so much?"

Guessed it.

The minister showed an angry expression: "He was naughty and disrespectful to his teachers when he was the fifth prince. If the late emperor had not insisted on passing the throne to him, how could we in the southern region be in this situation?!"

When he said these words, the minister also speculated on Lin Ziye's expression. Seeing that he did not show disgust or other expressions, he continued: "Later, he even more absurdly and unjustly snatched other people's wives and brought them into the harem, forcing loyal ministers to hang themselves. How can such a person be worthy of being an emperor? !”

Qin Yili, who was listening to his dirty information with great interest, asked curiously: "What's going on with that woman?" 】

Shouldn't it?

He truly has no sexual interest in women, and even if it is for a mission, he would never wrong himself.

The suddenly raised voice confirmed his understanding of himself.

[It’s not like you said that the male protagonist’s progress is too slow and needs a source of motivation to stimulate, so you made the woman rescued from the roadside a queen. 】

This progress has been made, but he should have hidden his edge, but when the time came, he turned against Beiyuan. The self-proclaimed king actually directly massacred the Beiyuan royal family and led troops to destroy the Southern Territory!

A good and wise king has now become a tyrant!

No wonder the small world collapsed. This is simply the reason why the host made the story line a mess!

[Ha~ I'll take a nap and call me when it's over. 】

It was obvious that he would not be sleepy at all in the conscious space, but Xiaoba Shu looked at Qin Yili who had fallen asleep with his arms on his head - he could only feel sorry for himself as he was used to it.

The ministers who had wrongly accused Qin Yili of his crime were still speechless under Lin Ziye's impatient expression.

Lin Ziye said enigmatically: "So, if you leave him by your side alone, isn't it like being with a wolf?"

The minister who had tasted the sweetness said with a shy face: "Your Majesty, the entire Southern Territory is under your control. Even if Qin Yili is unwilling, what can he do? What's more, it would be better for such a proud and arrogant person to be humiliated than to kill him. It’s still painful.”

Lin Ziye paused slightly as he followed the young man's hair, and his eyes fell on the minister for the first time: "What's your name?"

"Wei Chen Cai Lekang."

……

It was already dark when Qin Yili was called out by the system.

There wasn't even a single light in the huge palace, and the thin gauze curtains were blown by the wind, making it especially eerie in the lonely environment.

At this time, the faint fire light came from far to near.

The creaking sound of footsteps was like stepping on wooden boards that had been in disrepair for many years, and it was unbearably harsh.

The young man on the bed looked pale and his body was trembling slightly. He clutched the quilt in his hand tightly and gritted his teeth, not letting go even when he saw blood.

Fortunately, this torture did not last long. Eunuch Shunde, who was holding a lamp, shone the lamp on his face: "Your Majesty, this is an old slave."

With his eyelashes stained by sweat, Qin Yili couldn't see clearly the person in front of him: "Ah...it's you..."

He touched the gauze around his neck, and his voice was surprisingly hoarse: "Why am I still alive?"

Shunde looked at the thin young man with distress: "It was Emperor Beiyuan who asked the imperial doctor to bandage you."

"What about the rest?"

Knowing who he was asking, Shunde's voice couldn't help but be filled with anger: "Those people are not worth worrying about, Your Majesty. They are all staying in their respective mansions now."

Even though they were two countries apart, Lin Ziye's reputation for bloodthirsty spread to the southern border. Qin Yili was always worried that he would massacre the courtiers on the day the country was overthrown.

The long worries were lifted, and his shoulders relaxed: "Then what is my execution?"

Those words rolled in his throat, and even Shunde, who was accustomed to seeing the turmoil in the harem, could not explain it: "Some people are admonishing you to depose your Majesty and make you the Emperor of Beiyuan..."

Qin Yili, who had expected it, was very calm: "What about Beiyuan Emperor?"

"——The young master in the harem."

Shunde spoke very softly, but the bedroom was very quiet, the blood color instantly faded from his face, and his lips were trembling...

The fifth prince was such a beautiful woman back then, but now the emperor of a country has been reduced to a man's favorite. Anyone who sees it can't help but sigh.

"Your Highness?" Shunde couldn't help but said: "Why don't you tell Emperor Beiyuan all those things? You didn't mean to betray back then -"

"Shut up!" Qin Yili, who was still weak just now, shouted sternly: "I said no one is allowed to mention those things again! You, cough cough cough..."

Excitement made the ends of his eyes dim and gorgeous, making him look like the moonlight.

"Get out! I don't want to see anyone now!" Qin Yili, who was hit by a series of blows, used a self-identity that he shouldn't use now.

"……Yes."

After Shunde left, he slowly curled up in the quilt, and then a suppressed voice came out.

Like crying, like pain, like despair...