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The carrier pigeon landed between the glazed window lattices of the Yunzhong Palace at the foot of Xiaoyao Mountain. Madam Jiang took out the letter box and glanced at it, her face slightly solemn.

"That old King Li Chongjing... is finally dead." Gently rubbing the letter paper with his slender fingertips, Jiang Niyi threw the note into the sandalwood burner, straightened his sleeves, and said to himself, "Leave it to me." How troublesome are the people behind."

Jiang Niyi got up and left the Yunzhong Palace.

On the edge of Broken Soul Cliff, in the season of frost, the dew grass is covered with frost.

The stern young man who was meditating among the protruding rocks was hit by the falling spring and waterfall. Ying Qi was naked/topless, and let the cold waterfall hit his back hard. scour.

Under the rock where Ying Qi sits cross-legged is still a thousand-foot high cliff, with no bottom, only the sound of gurgling water can be heard endlessly.The internal injuries have been healed by Mrs. Jiang's gentle and domineering internal breath.

There is a whole piece of Tianxiang peony tattoo on his back. It starts to grow from the tailbone, spreads to the butterfly bone, and the petals extend to the right arm. The scarlet pigment has completely penetrated into the flesh of Ying Qi, and it will become a snow-white peony when it dries out. The mottled and ferocious scars on Ying Qi's back were embellished coldly and alluringly.

Behind him is the Qi Palace, and he must always stand in front of His Royal Highness.

A woman in white came from a distance in the clouds and mists, her snow-white dress fluttered gracefully, the moon was covered by light clouds, and the wind returned to the snow. Cut snow Xiaoxiao, evening rain Xiaoxiao.

Jiang Niyi fell beside Ying Qi and sat cross-legged against him. Ying Qi leaned against the cliff and slowly opened her cold eyes.

Jiang Niyi asked: "How?"

Ying Qi said: "The apprentice has recovered."

Jiang Niyi let out a soft snort and smiled self-deprecatingly. She caught a glimpse of the snow-white peony tattoo on Ying Qi's body again, and sighed in her heart.

"Ji'er." She hadn't called him that for a long time, and the first time she said it, both of them looked a little uncomfortable.

She said to herself: "The gecko swims on the wall and can walk along the steep wall. The strength comes from the dantian, which draws the calf to lift the air, and uses the light body technique. The snow and mud claws can walk against the wind, relying on snow and rain." , remember it."

Ying Qi frowned slightly: "This is your unique lightness skill, and I dare not steal it."

Jiang Niyi raised her hand and nodded a little between Ying Qi's eyebrows, and said calmly: "Concentrate."

Ying Qi slowly closed her eyes, and followed Mrs. Jiang's guidance to comprehend the unfathomable superior lightness kung fu.

The moment he opened his eyes, his shoulders tightened, and Madam Jiang pushed him off the Broken Soul Cliff.

Only when you fall can you realize the superior light kung fu. The higher you climb, the harder you fall, the harder you fall, the faster you learn.

Left and right followed Li Yuan wholeheartedly, if that little Hades changed his mind one day, the idiot must have some self-protection power.

The letter from Ying Si was received in the Prince's Mansion.

Coincidentally, He Huaibi, the crown prince's official, came to visit the prince's mansion. Lord He is the prince's teacher, and His Royal Highness always puts His Highness first. Prince Li Sheng also believed in him. The two youngest sons put them on the ground and pushed their little buttocks: "Go out and play."

Li Chengxuan blinked his eyes, turned back and hugged Li Sheng's knee and asked, "Is it a letter from Uncle Yixian? My child wants to hear it too."

Li Chengyi hid behind his brother and asked in a low voice, "Little uncle is locked up, isn't he? What did he do wrong?"

Li Sheng bowed and said patiently: "Little uncle is not wrong, he was wronged."

The two little bean buns seemed to be happier, and ran away happily after their father promised to find a way for the little uncle.

Lord He threw the letter into the carving lamp at hand, and watched it gradually turn to ashes: "His Royal Highness has already made an idea? It seems that you are interested in His Royal Highness Li Yuan."

Li Sheng poked the wick with a long needle made of silk, and said slowly: "I naturally like the one who has the ability to seize the throne but has no desire for power."

Master He smiled: "These two princes and sons must not be underestimated. At first, I didn't understand why you could have prevented Li Yuan from going to Lingnan and killed one of them first. Why did you ask me to help him? Now it seems , Your Highness is far-sighted, and I admire you."

The prince shook his head: "He has been dormant for more than 20 years. It has been too long, and he has forgotten how bloody and cruel the battle between the temples is. I want to help him remember and let him learn to fight for my palace. If such a genius is not used, wouldn't it be Is it a waste of everything..."

He coughed a little, took a sip of tea and pressed it down.

Master He stood up and stroked the back of His Highness the Crown Prince, and said with concern: "It's been cold recently, maybe it's the wind and cold, and I ordered someone to invite the imperial physician."

The prince waved his hand: "No, in the past two years, every year after the beginning of autumn, I don't feel very comfortable, and I have been recuperating."

"I'm going to see Yuan'er." The prince put on a thin coat and left the mansion.

Li Yuan was still stranded in the Yanjing post house, dressed in snow-white mourning clothes, his long hair was untied, and lay on the ground in strands, the prince of Qi with plain hair hanging down, stroking the keel crescent moon bow in the bow box.

Heeding Mrs. Jiang's reminder, he replaced the bow box with a precision lock box made by Yingliu, pressed the cover of the box, and the mechanism sounded repeatedly, and seventeen mechanism locks were locked one after another through the slits.

The servant of the post house knocked on the door lightly, then tiptoed in, holding a new stack of paper that His Highness wanted to write elegiac couplets in both hands: "Your Highness, paper."

Li Yuan closed his eyes and burned incense: "Let go."

The servant gently placed a stack of white papers in Li Yuan's hand, and walked out to close the creaking wooden door, with the elegiac couplets hanging on the wooden door fluttering in the wind.

The inside and outside of the post house are already covered with snow-white elegiac couplets, every word is heartfelt and sincere.The people in Yanjing City even petitioned the imperial court, begging to let this infatuated and dutiful son return home and die for his father.

Li Yuan slowly opened his eyes, took the stack of white paper, read the information written on the elegiac couplet mixed with it at a glance, memorized it in his heart, and threw it into the charcoal basin.In just three days, he already knew everything inside and outside Yanjing like the palm of his hand.

It was reported outside that the crown prince had arrived, and Li Yuan burned the last piece of information, got up and brushed the ashes off the mourning clothes, bowed and saluted.

The prince leaned over to help him: "There is no need to be too polite. You have gone to war and returned to the court with merit, which chills your heart. My condolences."

Li Yuan invited the prince to sit down and made tea himself to treat each other with courtesy.

The crown prince held down his respectful thin hand: "I heard that the prime minister intends to give King Qi a posthumous title of Wu Yin."

Li Yuan's hand holding the teacup suddenly trembled, looked at the prince sadly and in amazement, and said in disbelief for a long while, "My father...has made contributions to the great undertaking to settle the frontier, and he can no longer lead the army because of serious injuries...so... Does meritorious service only get a posthumous posthumous title?"

The word Yin is one of the evil posthumous titles, and if it is impossible to brush Yin, it is called Yin.

"... Yan Yi... Deceived too much..." Li Yuan suddenly pushed the teacup, and the tiles burst all over the floor. His fingertips turned white and he tried hard to pick the table, murmuring in his heart that he was severely punished by Prime Minister Yan. A lot of money.

The prince waited for him quietly for a while, and when he calmed down, he comforted him: "Be safe and don't be impatient. The posthumous title will be determined by the Ministry of Rites. Mr. He is my teacher. The posthumous title of Prince Qi has not yet been finalized, don't worry."

Li Yuan raised his melancholy eyes just now.

The prince looked at him questioningly: "Have you thought about a way to escape?"

Li Yuan nodded, wrote a line of words on the table with incense ash on his fingertips, and then wiped it away with his sleeve.

"Cousin helped Yuan'er this time, Yuan'er will always remember it in his heart."

The eyes of the two people met, one was sad and the other was peaceful, both were seamless, neither could see what the other was thinking, whether it was true or false.

The prince nodded.But after sitting for a while, he comforted Li Yuan a few words, and then left.

Ying Si was going to report to Li Yuan back and forth, but bumped into an eavesdropping servant at the door, and turned him over to Li Yuan.

Ying Si looked him in the eyes, and was not suspected of being a spy, but just inadvertently eavesdropping.

Li Yuan leaned on the chair, with long hair hanging down his shoulders, looking down at the kneeling servant indifferently, tremblingly begging for mercy: "Your Highness, please forgive me, Your Highness, please forgive me..."

Li Yuan got up slowly, grabbed the servant's collar, pulled out the dagger from the white belt around Ying Si's waist, pursed his lips slightly, and pierced the servant's heart with a knife.

The splashed blood stained Li Yuan's mourning clothes and long hair, the brand-new futon, the snow-white elegiac couplet, and the face of the Bodhisattva on the altar. A drop of blood slowly dripped down the benevolent eyes.

Ying Si's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and silently took the servant's body from Li Yuan's hand.

Li Yuan threw the dagger back into Yingsi's hand, and leaned back to his original position, blood dripped down his long hair and fell to his feet.

"Clean it up." Li Yuan wiped his hands and said calmly.The aura is gloomy, something you have never seen before.

"...Yes." Ying Si bowed his head and retreated.

After leaving the guest room, Ying Si immediately called Ying Wu, with a little panic in his eyes, he said in a low voice, "Hurry up, call Ying Qi back."

……

There was a carriage parked at the fork in the small gate of the post house. Mr. He waited for the prince for a long time, and when he saw the prince came out, he hurried to help him.The crown prince supported Taifu He's arm, bowed and coughed: "It's all right. Get in the car."

The carriage was bumping, and the prince looked out the window absently.

Mrs. He dialed the small red clay stove on the dial and brought the prince a cup of hot tea: "Your Highness, please."

Li Sheng rested his chin and looked at the withered leaves of the phoenix tree outside the window. The tree was turning white at the beginning of the month. He clicked his tongue: "If a person is too smart, people will feel scared. He died of his father, his friend, and his brother. From his eyes But he can't see any hatred, all his hatred is in his heart. Such a person is terrible, he was never like this before."

He Daren said: "Your Highness is going to abolish this chess piece?"

Li Sheng shook his head: "It's so easy to use, I can't bear it."

"What a crazy knife this is." He raised the corner of his mouth, crushed the sycamore leaves that fell on his palm, and threw them into the wind, "It needs to be raised again..."

Master He asked, "What do you plan to do, Your Highness Li Mo?"

Li Sheng chuckled: "He's a mad dog that his relatives don't recognize. It's enough for me to have a garden."

After seeing off the prince, the post house welcomed guests one after another.

When Princess Baxia entered the door, there was still a pool of blood on the ground, and Li Yuan leaned against the altar, her long hair was covered with dried blood.

Li Yuan lazily said: "Sister, here we come."

The princess took off her purple and gold outer robe, and wore a snow-white filial dress under her clothes. She knelt on the futon and worshiped again and again, and put a few sticks of incense.

"Yuan'er." The princess hurried over, brushing his black hair with her fingertips, but found that there were more than a dozen strands of hair falling out in her palm, and there was a snow-white long hair hidden in Li Yuan's hair.

Princess Tyrant bowed and drew out that white hair with her slender fingertips: "I pulled it out for you."

Li Yuan lazily said: "Don't worry about it."

He doesn't want to see anyone now.

He only wanted to see Ying Qi.But now, how could he have the face to pick him up.

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