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There was no one to clean and take care of the mansion, and the ground was covered with ginkgo leaves. Later, the dead branches and fallen leaves were covered with a layer of snow, but it looked clean.

The precision lock box with sixteen locks was sent back by Li Mo, and it was left at the gate of the ancestral hall of Prince Qi's mansion. When did he figure out a way to open the lock box of the keel bow, and when did he stop torturing him, and let the prince and concubine The spring is peaceful.

Every day the guards brought into Li Yuan's study room only leftovers, and what was filled in the bowl was not rice, but bare/naked/humiliation.

At first, Liuyu, a little girl who was expelled from the mansion, crawled in from the dog hole in the kitchen and quietly delivered food to Li Yuan, but was accidentally caught by the guards and tied up somewhere, maybe killed, maybe Driven away, Li Yuan didn't know, he was already numb.

Ying Qi hadn't been back for several months, and left the Tianxiang Peony Seal in Li Yuan's hand before leaving.The whole city is searching for Ying Qi outside, it is no longer safe to put this seal on Ying Qi's body, it is better to put it in the mansion and gamble it will be black under the lamp.

He left at night, saying he was going to buy some charcoal when he left, but he never came back.

If it falls into Li Mo's hands, Li Mo will come back to show off and sarcasm, torture Ying Qi, and make Li Yuan's life worse than death is Li Mo's style of action.

It's a pity that Ying Qi disappeared, and there was really only one master left in the huge palace.

In Li Yuan's heart, they are already considered old couples. They have gone through so many ups and downs together, shared joys and sorrows, and he will not doubt Ying Qi's feelings. He knows that Ying Qi may be in big trouble. But they would also blame him for leaving without saying goodbye, leaving him alone and at a loss.

And I have to resent myself, if my methods are strong and clever enough, how could I fall into such a situation.

The window of the study room was wide open, and the wind blew fine snow onto Li Yuan's hair, blending with the snow-white hair.

He sat quietly on the window sill, his mourning robe embroidered with white peonies half hanging on his shoulders, revealing an inch of his collarbone with scars, his long hair trailing the ground like frost and snow falling into a waterfall, flowing into the water and clouds.

Barefoot, with the green luan jade crown in his hair, he is like a plain silk flower, wanting to wither, but unable to wither.

However, within a few months, his hair had turned completely white, his once teasing and gentle eyes filled with peach blossoms and spring water were extremely cloudy, and the depths of his eyes had become silent, despondent and dark.

There were broken teacups and a cracked jade screen on the ground, and the study was in a mess. He no longer remembered which piece was broken on which day.

His only family members are those ghost guards. Li Mo just took away his last remaining warmth and tortured him with vicious methods. His shadow guard girl was forced to commit suicide, and his lover died in exile. The dear ghost guards were all imprisoned.

He hated him so much that every bone in his body was trembling, and he didn't want to stab Li Mo to death at the bottom of the steps all the time.

He will regret it again, if he doesn't fight for the illusory freedom, if it's because the Qi Palace won't wither to this point.

Several trees outside the courtyard were withered, and a few sparrows were sitting on the branches.The ever-growing peonies in the courtyard are falling here and there, and the Qi Palace is also withering. I don’t know how the father can hold the mountains and rivers with one hand. As long as the father is alive, he can hold the palace. This mansion of blue bricks and glazed tiles, Is it really impossible to leave the father and king?

Is he the new king, the son that his father has always been proud of, is he really useless?

Li Yuan looked at his slender and thin hands, and recently he often looked at the lifeline in the palm lines, thinking that one day this line would come to an end and end his mediocre life.

He walked away stepping on fragments of the ground, leaving bloody footprints on the white stone steps, walking slowly on the untouched white snow, leaving behind fiery red lotuses under his feet.

There is a clear water pool outside the ancestral hall. It is very cold in winter, and the water in the pool is covered with a thin layer of ice.

At that time, Xiao Qi timidly ran over to eat purple potato buns for herself, and they sat by the pool, watching the fireflies dancing by the clear pool, and whispering softly that melted Li Yuan's frozen heart.

In an instant, the world suddenly disappeared, Li Yuan's eyes went dark, followed by the biting ice water covering his body, he couldn't tell whether it was pushed down by someone, or if he really wanted to feel death in his heart, he didn't struggle, let himself Fall into the ice pool abyss.

Just when he was about to suffocate, he heard a soft sound of water, and then, a small round pebble passed before his eyes, and slowly sank to the bottom of the deep pool under his gaze.

In a daze, he heard the rebuke of the vicissitudes of life across the water: "Stones sink, and people float."

Li Yuan had just woken up like a dream, he rushed out of the water, leaned on the edge of the pool and coughed violently, coughing up the water that choked into his nose, trembling from the bone-chilling pool water, his long snow-white hair sticking to his body and face in embarrassment On the ground, a thin layer of ice was almost formed, and the whole body was steaming.

An old man in ragged clothes squatted in front of him, grabbed Li Yuan's arm, carried him to the shore, and threw Li Yuan to his feet like throwing a piece of garbage.

Immediately afterwards, the man pulled Li Yuan's long hair, and with his old and haggard hands pressed Li Yuan's head hard into the cold pool.

Li Yuan struggled desperately instinctively, the old man's hands were like iron tongs burning charcoal, pressing down on Li Yuan's head until he was choking and the sky was dark and the water splashed.

Li Yuan was brought out dripping with water, the master who was holding his hand spoke hoarsely, full of anger, pulled his long hair and forced him to look at the dilapidated Prince Qi Mansion, and said in a low voice: "Yuan'er, wake up!" Wake up, look what you're doing?"

Li Yuan lay on the ground in embarrassment, looking up at the old man squatting in front of him.

The old man hung a small mahogany card on his finger, and patted it on the snow in front of Li Yuan. On the mahogany shadow card, the words "Shadowless Ghost" and three red sand characters were dazzling and cold: "You don't deserve to take these shadow cards, so I have to take them back. "

Li Yuan stared wide-eyed and held the shadow card with both hands, vigorously wiped off the snow and sand on the card, and said in disbelief, "Master?"

Wuyinggui, the most deviant ghost guard that the late king received during his lifetime. He also served as a counselor. He dared to accuse the old prince of wrongful orders and refused to obey him. Sweeping thousands of troops, he even dared to carry His Royal Highness, who was the king's favorite, into the sword mound to practice. His Royal Highness escaped with untold hardships, his hands and back were swollen by him, and he ran to complain to his father, but All I could do was sigh: "Come on, Yuan'er, a strict teacher produces an excellent apprentice."

Among the thirteen ghost guards of the former kings, Li Yuan feared and respected Master Wuying the most. He taught him how to ride and shoot, how to deal with people, how to endure dormancy, and how to govern the country and the family.

On the day Li Yuan completed his studies, Wuying never appeared again, and retired with the older generation of thirteen ghost guards. He always thought that the old man was no longer alive.

The Shadowless Ghost looked at him, and suddenly grinned sarcastically with his cracked old lips: "Are you awake?"

Li Yuan struggled to get up and sat in front of Old Shadow Seven. His snow-white hair was scattered on the ground, and his skinny fingertips grabbed the ice and snow on the ground, almost digging into the cracks in the ground. Blood beads ooze from his fingertips. Enduring the turbulent hatred in his heart, he said in a low voice with tears in his eyes:

"Master, I want to rebel."

The Shadowless Ghost patted his wet cheek, and said mockingly: "Xiao'er, you were still so arrogant. Do you really think that holding a dragon bone bow will make you wear a dragon robe one day without any effort? Go and try it. Let's see how long the ridiculous rumors can lie to me."

"Go get the keelbow."

Li Yuan ruthlessly tore off the peony white robe he was wearing, threw it on the ground, lifted the bow case and stuck it upside down in the snow.

As the bow box was opened, the keel appeared, and a faint dragon chant came from the wind and lightning among the layers of clouds.The snow-white hair was wrapped around the blood-red phoenix tendon strings, Li Yuan plucked the strings lightly, the strings buzzed like shattered Kunshan jade, shocking the sky.

It was such a peerless bow—he couldn't pull the bowstring.

Li Yuan bit his lip. When he first practiced archery, he only slept for two hours a day. When he woke up, he began to draw the bowstring. He practiced more than [-] times a day from morning to night. After practicing every day, he couldn't eat Picking up chopsticks, I have practiced so heartbreakingly for ten years, so that one day I will not be suppressed by the court, but it is just a exchange of blood and sweat for freedom.

Every moment when he was a child was fighting for his life with the imperial court. He knew countless ancient books in the sword mound silently until his nose bleeds in the middle of the night, until he was able to recite the entire library of ancient books backwards.

For many years, he wanted to pick up this keel bow and yell - don't let anyone fucking care about me.

He thought that no one in the world could compete with Li Yuan in archery. He endured the dormancy but was arrogant and arrogant. He thought that he had already won the battle, so he suffered a crushing defeat.

"Since you have practiced archery, you have drawn the bow 200 million times day and night, ten years like a day, and you are still a little bit short of it. You can't bear it if you didn't teach it before. This kind of archery can only lead to a dead end. Only then will you understand.”

The old man said slowly: "The strong wind starts at the end of Qingping and ends in the grass. The wind grows and fades with each other, and it changes from time to time. Everything comes from a shock, and the shock turns into thunder. It's the stinging insects that startle and run away. Remember it well. Yes, this bow technique is the Thirteen Forms of Awakening of Insects."

Li Yuan turned a deaf ear to the noise outside Prince Qi's mansion.Being locked up instead allowed Li Yuan to concentrate on cultivating without anyone bothering her.

I vaguely remember being punished one by one by the masters for remembering every move wrong.Now it's another walk, it's almost broken all the muscles and bones, and I'm going to start again one by one.

How can it be nirvana if it burns to ashes?

Ying Qi was wanted and captured by Zhucheng, but because there was no name on the list of shadow guards found in Prince Qi's mansion, Li Yuan could not be charged with the crime. Li Mo was thinking about the key to the bow box on Ying Qi, and sent countless men to look for it. Shadow Seven traces.

Ying Qi seemed to have evaporated from the world, and even three feet of digging could not find a single trace of it.

At this moment, the sound of gurgling water came from a bath in an underground darkroom.

Not even a ray of sunlight can penetrate, candles are lit by the pool, a young man is half leaning on the side of the stone steps, his lower body is soaked in the warm pool water, his upper body is lean and tight with explosive muscles exposed/exposed, his back There is a large snow-white peony flower pierced, extending to the arm, fierce and beautiful.