Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

In the hall of purple beams and golden pillars, a majestic man sits upright. He is He Zheng, the fifth prince of the He family, and the most promising crown prince in the eyes of the current emperor.

At the gate of the hall, another man in white winter clothes slowly walked forward.

The huge censer in the center is burning with high-quality spices. The face of the visitor is blurred by the rising smoke, and the clear outline can be vaguely discerned.

He Zheng, who was in a high position, seemed to turn a blind eye, staring at the copybook in front of him, playing with a jade seal in his hand, with a casual and lazy posture.

After a long time, the visitor saw that he really didn't care about him, so he couldn't hold back, and said reluctantly, "Long time no see."

The voice of the man in white was clear and clear, as cold as ice cracking, and as crisp as vermilion jade colliding, with a touch of warmth in his flat voice.

He Zheng raised his eyes slightly, with a lukewarm attitude, "So it's Brother Sanhuang, what's the matter."

He Lang, known as the Three Emperor Brothers, squeezed the edge of his sleeves tightly, and the white jade in his hands was already warmed by the temperature of his palms.

"Ah Zheng, I have something I want to give you." Herang's low voice dissipated in the empty hall, and it seemed that this was also the purpose of his coming.

He Zheng seemed to have heard his words for a long time, and raised his head slightly indifferently, his eyes drifted down, not showing any joy, but rather worried about why he had to give something away again.

Helang moved his fingers, and said to He Zheng, "This is the jade my mother gave me before she passed away."

Jade jade can be divided into two pieces. In their country, it is generally used as a token of love between lovers. What's more, if it is left by their parents, it has the meaning of lifelong. One piece for He Zheng and one piece for him can be regarded as He told He Zheng his thoughts.

He Zheng has already started to support the government, holding a memorial in his hand to review, and has no time to take care of He Lang.He just frowned slightly when he heard Jueyu's words, without raising his head, he just replied lightly, "No need."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Helang's eyes.In the past, He Zheng often refused his gifts, but this time it was different, he wanted to give He Zheng his most precious thing no matter what.

Seeing that Helang insisted on giving it to him, Hezheng stretched out a hand holding the memorial and pressed the center of his brow, showing a hint of impatience in his eyes, and ordered the maid next to him to come forward to help him take it away.

He Zheng held half a piece of jade in his hand and looked at it a little. The color was transparent and clear, and it warmed up when he touched it. It was indeed the best.However, why did he give him such a token of love? He raised his eyes to Helang who had been standing there for a long time, and asked what he thought in his heart.

"I thought Ah Zheng knew about it." Helang lowered his eyes slightly, his voice was not as cold as usual, but with a twist, and the shy blush on his face was like a freshly bloomed plum in the cold snow all over the sky.

He Zheng raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes remained calm, "I know."

Heron frowned slightly when he heard the words, and his voice paused.Slowly lowering his eyes and not daring to look at him again, his tone was full of bitterness: "Then why do you still want to befriend Prime Minister You's daughter..."

"I did it on purpose." He Zheng played with the jade in his hand for a while, and continued, "In order to make you stop thinking about it."

Helang's face turned pale, and he tightly knit his sleeves, feeling helpless in his heart.It turned out that He Zheng already knew that his feelings were beyond the relationship between imperial brothers, he didn't ask He Zheng to accept, he just wanted to watch him rule the world quietly, even if it was his silence and joy.

But he insisted on making friends with other women. Could it be that He Zheng didn't even give him a chance to wait for him, and his feelings really disgusted him so much?

He Zheng looked at Helang's expression for a while, and the jade in his hand lost its warmth, feeling bored, he casually threw the jade to the maidservant, and ordered: "Take it into the storeroom in my palace."

At the end, he showed a faint smile, "Brother Huang, I accept it, are you still satisfied?"

He Lang lowered his brows and showed a forced smile, but his heart felt like he was in an ice cellar.

"The things are also delivered, brother Huang, what else is there?" He Zheng still curled the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't tell he was smiling.To him, it's just a polite perfunctory between brothers.

Horanti pinched his sleeves, thought for a while, and shook his head.

He Zheng put away the smile on his face, as if changing a mask in an instant, lowered his head, held up the memorial, "Come here, send the third prince back."

Helang stared blankly at He Zheng, who was sitting on the high seat, as if he saw that a few years later, he was sitting on the dragon chair, looking high and powerful, graceful and luxurious, just like every emperor of Heshi's in the past, with the palm of his hand The world, but indifferent.

He couldn't help smiling wryly, since He Zhengchu was a teenager, he knew that he would be like this in the future, but he still couldn't help it, wanting to give this lonely boy a little warmth, to calm his eager and crazy heart.

He wanted to tell the boy that in this bright and prosperous world, not all he wanted could be obtained by power, and power was not as beautiful as he imagined.

"Please." The soft voice of the maid brought him back to his thoughts, he nodded stiffly, turned around and took a last look at He Zheng, and finally let go of the hand that was holding his sleeve tightly, and left.

Qing Huang's figure walked out of the vast snow field alone, and the heavy snow that covered the sky seemed to be more cruel than in previous years, engulfing his figure until it turned into a snow trail.

When Helang returned to his yard, his coat was covered with ice crystals, making it extremely white.His slender eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of frost, his lips were pale, and his handsome face was like snow.

A maidservant in rough clothes frowned, and hurriedly helped him into the room, and stuffed a somewhat old carved copper stove into his arms, "Your Highness, it's so cold that you only wear a winter coat to see you." Frozen, why don't you wear the big cloak given by the Fifth Prince?"

Helang hugged the heater, the chill in his palms gradually dissipated, he took off his frosty coat, and softly replied, "Reluctant."

The workmanship of this cloak is exquisite, if you wear it out in this snowy day, it will definitely be stained with snow water, and it will be bad if it gets wet.

The only thought that He Zheng left for him was this, and it was only given to him at the suggestion of his father. He regarded it as a treasure, and if it was damaged in the slightest, he would feel very distressed.

The maid sighed, she also knew what the master was thinking, but the fifth prince made it clear that he wanted the throne, and the out-of-the-ordinary relationship between brothers would only be a stain on the road of emperor.

"Huachun, don't worry about me." Helang touched the brass handle carved with fine patterns on the stove, "How can I not be worried." The rules are known to everyone, if you want to sit on the highest position above ten thousand people, you will inevitably have to fight among brothers, even if his master has no intention of participating in this battle for the position, under the current rules of Emperor He, the fifth prince will not be able to avoid it. It is impossible to leave the master behind.

Hehuang's rule is a cruel fight between life and death. Of all the princes, only the one who survives in the end can become the king.

His master is single and weak, and his only mother, Concubine Hui, is not from the family of Zhong Ding Ming Shi. Besides, she has passed away long ago. Now the master has no power to rely on, and the fifth prince is cruel and ruthless, with only power in his eyes. The master is afraid that he will be the first a death.

Once the master dies, what will happen to the servants who grew up with the master in this courtyard?

Thinking of this, Hua Chun couldn't stop feeling sad.

It was Helang who responded to Huachun with a pale smile. "Why are you afraid of death? You can't hide from it..."

……

In the early spring, the flowers are full of vitality, the flowers are blooming, and the tender grass has emerged from the ground. The snow on the flowers and trees in the front yard has also fallen and melted into a pool of spring water, seeping into the soil.

It was supposed to be a good time for Chun and Jingming, but a killing was going on quietly.

In just a few hours, the original prince was accused of colluding with neighboring countries. The second prince was imprisoned by the enraged Emperor He because he was drunk and burned the palace. Conscript and lead troops to surround and kill.

In the end, only He Lang, the third prince, was left.

Even though he has always been mediocre and inactive, it is impossible to cause any harm to him, but Helang's strange feelings are an obstacle that will erupt from time to time for the emperor who is about to take the throne.

Helang had already prepared, without Fei Hezheng's soldiers, and he was not willing to let him worry about himself. He had already prepared a glass of poisoned wine. The weather hadn't warmed up yet, so he was wearing thin single clothes, Sitting alone in front of the pavilion, waiting for his own death.

He Zheng also felt a little inconceivable about the elegance with which he could taste wine in such a leisurely manner.

But when the slender man raised his wine glass with a smile on his face, he felt something was wrong, but he didn't stop him from slowly drinking the wine in one gulp.

"What are you doing?" He Zheng frowned, dissatisfied with the look of love and reluctance in his eyes.

Helang's internal organs stirred for a while, and then he became dizzy, a trace of blood couldn't be restrained, and overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he took a deep breath, and fell to the ground half kneeling, "Turn your head away, don't dirty your Eye."

When he said these words, he trembled uncontrollably, He Zheng knew that he was willing to take poison and died, thinking that his brother was too good, so he didn't make any effort.

He turned around and walked out of the pavilion quietly, he didn't want to see Helang's death, he was afraid that it would arouse the emotions he had abandoned for a long time, besides, compared to other brothers, he didn't dislike him very much , After about half a stick of incense, the person behind came to him, "Report to the fifth prince! The third prince is dead."

He Zheng's eyelids twitched, but he didn't reveal his inner emotions, and asked instead: "Fifth Prince?"

The guard's body trembled, and he quickly knelt down and changed his words, "Your Majesty!"

After finally getting this title, he nodded, but couldn't help turning his head in the end, and glanced at it from a distance. The pool of blood had become a pool, which was shocking.

Overnight, with the addition of a yellow robe, he changed from the fifth prince to the ruler of the Heshi Dynasty with over ten thousand people.

On the day of enthronement, everyone looked at him in awe and shouted long live in unison. He twitched the corners of his mouth, knowing that he had finally obtained the throne that he had coveted for ten years. He snorted, which sounded like pride to outsiders of.

However, when his blood was boiling, He Zheng felt that his heart was being hollowed out a little bit. He looked around subconsciously, searching in front of all the officials in a panic. What about that gentle and tolerant gaze?

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