kill that paranoid emperor

Yue Sheng closed the door with his backhand, stood there silent for a while, and then walked forward.

This side hall is not big, and even a little old.

Yue Sheng was not taken seriously when he was young, even if the first emperor remembered that he had such a son, Yue Sheng's treatment was not good, and he lived in a very ordinary place.

Speaking of it, Yue Sheng was indeed the most inconspicuous one among the princes back then.

The first emperor was fatuous, but the sons he gave birth to were more talented and more ambitious than the other.

Yuesheng has neither the support of his mother's family, nor does he have clever poetry and books in his heart, and he often fought with the emperor brothers when he was a child, so everyone doesn't like him.

It can be said that Yue Sheng spent his childhood alone.

The relationship between father and son, brotherhood, has nothing to do with him.

In Yue Sheng's memory, what he did most often when he was a child was to sit on that strange-looking big rock alone by the deserted Yuhu Lake, and throw stones into the lake in boredom.

Take a look at the fireworks and candles set off in the opposite palace, and silently listen to the laughter and laughter floating across the lake.

This situation was not changed until Su Rong appeared.

Su Rong is a very careful and gentle person. After he accidentally noticed Yue Sheng's lonely situation, he would often enter the palace quietly and keep him company.

Changding Hall is not only the residence of Yue Sheng, but also the place where Su Rong visited most often.

There was no light in the hall, and through the moonlight coming in from outside, Yue Cheng could see that the layout inside was as usual—exactly the same as three years ago.

The golden red tassels hung low, and the red candle carved with fine patterns stood quietly on the candlestick. Yue Sheng put one hand on the edge of the table and gently stroked the cold table.

In this side hall, most of Su Rong and his memories are kept, and Yue Sheng's unspeakable deep thoughts are also hidden.

Looking at the table in front of him, he could even clearly recall how Su Rong taught him to write on this table, transforming Yue Sheng's scribbled Goupai characters into sharp and powerful ones.

He still remembered the scene where Su Rong used to teach his own strategies on this table.

When he was young, Yue Sheng was rebellious, unattended and used to being wild. When Su Rong first became his teacher, he must have suffered a lot.

Playing truant, not doing homework, deliberately slipping away when Su Rong came to the door, smearing ink on the scroll brought by Su Rong, answering irrelevant questions and maliciously ridiculing, many provocative things, Yue Sheng has done many things, even worse than he can recall. too much.

I don't know how Su Rong could bear himself.

Yue Sheng unconsciously evoked a smile.

That person is indeed very gentle, no matter when.

Facing the disobedient little prince, Su Rong once said that as long as Yue Sheng failed to hand in his homework once, he would hit Yue Sheng's palm with a ruler as punishment.

Yue Sheng is not afraid, he fights with other princes every day, and he is afraid of Su Rong's light "hit the board"?

Seeing Yue Sheng's blank schoolwork again, Su Rong lowered his face and frowned slightly, and he really pulled out the ruler he specially brought from behind. It was long and engraved with the words of the ancestors.

The teenage Yue Sheng looked at him viciously, and shouted: "If you have the ability, beat me to death! Anyway, I don't want to learn!"

Su Rong took the ruler and slapped Yue Sheng's palm, Yue Sheng stared at him: "Are you tickling the mosquito?"

Holding the ruler, Su Rong was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around and hit the back of his hand hard.

Yue Sheng was startled, and shouted, "Why are you crazy?!"

"If you are disobedient and not afraid of pain, then I will beat myself," Su Rong said lightly, "I am weak and delicate, and I am extremely afraid of pain and pain. If you want to see me lose my temper, you can just say so."

Yue Sheng's eyes were wide open.

It seems that just as Su Rong said, he is the person who is most afraid of pain. With the ruler drawn on the back of his hand, a layer of blush immediately appeared on his fair and delicate skin, which was extremely glaring.

Yue Cheng suspected that Su Rong would bleed if there were a few more blows.

Yue Sheng had never encountered such a situation.

He has never been afraid of confronting others, and he can bear any pain and suffering by himself, but he never thought that Su Rong would be injured by himself.

Su Rong treats him very well, Yue Sheng is not a fool, so he can feel it naturally.

He makes trouble every day and gives up on himself, one is because he doesn't like the feeling of being restrained, and the other more important reason is that he thinks that Su Rong is blind, so why bother wasting energy on someone with no future like himself.

Yue Sheng probably could have predicted his own ending, either he was killed after a certain prince ascended the throne, or he was exiled to a distant place and suffered a lot.

Or, before he became an adult, he would be humiliated to death silently, somewhere in the deep palace.

He is not important to anyone, why does Su Rong value himself so much?

The first time Yue Sheng saw Su Rong, he knew that this person was completely different from him.

Su Rong is gentle but not cowardly, talented but not sharp-edged, extremely gentle in dealing with others, confident and firm, ambitious at a young age, high-spirited, no matter who sees him, maybe they will fall in love with him.

It was the complete opposite of Yue Sheng who was stuck in the mud.

Yue Sheng felt that Su Rong really had bad eyesight, so he would volunteer to teach him.

However, after the incident with the ruler, Yue Sheng vaguely understood what had happened.

He no longer confronted Su Rong. Although he still resisted in his heart, he did not skillfully put away his wildness, and began to stumble to learn what he had missed over the years. From poetry etiquette to human relationships, Su Rong taught everything, Yue Sheng learned slowly.

Yue Sheng's hand suddenly touched something, and there was a crisp echo in the silent side hall.

He came back to his senses and took a closer look. It turned out to be a string of beads falling in front of the bed curtain.

Yue Cheng caught a glimpse of the quilt placed on the bed by accident, the bright red color looked extraordinarily dull in the dark night, Yue Cheng's breathing suddenly became stagnant, and he couldn't help but take a half step back.

He suddenly remembered that if he hadn't ordered someone to deliberately lure Su Rong here on a whim, maybe that person wouldn't...

Su Rong... was so afraid of pain, but in the end he left in extreme pain.

The festive red color in the dormitory became heavy and weird, and bleeding-like rusty air flowed, the air squeezed over, and Yue Cheng pressed his forehead, feeling that his brain was about to burst in pain.

Yue Sheng grabbed it aside with one hand, but he didn't know what he touched, and there was a loud and crisp sound on the ground, which suddenly pulled Yue Sheng's mind that was addicted to memories.

At the same time, he keenly caught the sound of a few messy footsteps outside the hall, immediately raised his eyes to look towards the door, and sternly shouted:

"Who!"

Before a cup of tea, Su Rong's figure was hidden behind a tree, glanced at the side hall not far away, and sighed softly.

He didn't really want to go there.

Even though Yue Sheng waved away the surrounding guards, Su Rong was not very willing to come back to this place from the bottom of his heart.

The New Year's Eve three years ago was too tragic, tearing apart the relationship between him and Yue Sheng, and all the good memories were covered with a veil of ulterior motives, making it hard to see clearly and full of doubts.

Su Rong waited for a while, seeing that Yue Sheng hadn't come out yet, so he turned around decisively and left.

He still remembered that he was Fang Xuelan now, no different from his previous self.

If Fang Xuelan was found wandering around the palace, and stayed outside the side hall where Yue Sheng entered for so long, she would most likely be arrested and questioned by the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

As a result, Su Rong took only two steps, then suddenly stopped, and stepped back.

He saw Fu Shuigan.

This person didn't know how he escaped from the banquet. Before Su Rong came out, he was surrounded by a group of people to toast.

Fu Shuiqian probably felt hot, he had already taken off his dark purple coat, and was wearing a pure white middle coat, walking around leisurely, very inappropriate.

Although Su Rong didn't know what he was doing here, it was obvious that Fu Shuigan blocked his way back.

It's getting late, and it would be bad to delay it any longer.Su Rong felt a little anxious.

However, Fu Shuigan acted as if he was against him on purpose, stopped and walked, and stood on the path all the time. Su Rong stared at him for a while, then decided to go out from the grass and bypass this man.

Su Rong took two steps lightly, but Fu Shuigan over there suddenly felt something, turned his head, frowned and asked, "Who's there?"

Su Rong: "..."

He forgot that after his rebirth, Fang Xuelan was no longer the martial artist he was back then. Prime Minister Su might be able to use light kung fu without a trace, but Fang Xuelan was an ordinary person with a dull head, and his footsteps were naturally heavy.

Falling into the ears of Fu Shuigan, who knows martial arts, it's almost self-inflicted.

Fu Shuigan pushed aside the branches blocking his view, glanced at the stealthy thief, and muttered, "...the little girl from which family."

Su Rong: "..."

I really want to kill him.

After Fu Shuiqian finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong. The moonlight was blurry tonight. At first glance, the man in red standing there had a snowy appearance and a well-proportioned figure. His side face seemed so white that it would shine under the moonlight. Fu Shuiqian took it for granted that this It's a pretty girl.

But how does he feel... this person looks more and more like that...then who...

"I'm going!" Fu Shuigan finally turned his head, jumped back suddenly, and shouted, "Why did you follow me here secretly?!"

Su Rong stared at him for a while, and suddenly felt that it would not be so troublesome to make up a reason for himself, so why avoid it.

So Su Rong said, "...I did it on purpose."

Fu Shuiqian gritted his teeth: "What's wrong with you? You chase me all day long, do you want to show some face?"

If Fang Xuelan wasn't here, Su Rong would also like to ask him.

Su Rong thought for a while, then said, "I just... want to see you."

Fu Shuigan touched the goosebumps on his arm, with an impatient expression on his face: "I beg you, okay, if you follow me like this, will I make you more pleasing to the eye?"

Su Rong suddenly had bad intentions, and deliberately wanted to disgust him: "I pester you, you will be touched by me one day."

Fu Shuigan was really disgusted: "...perverted."

He originally thought that something had changed about Fang Xuelan, but now it seemed that there was a fart change, and he was obviously still that brazen person.

Su Rong took a step towards him, Fu Shuigan took a step back.

Seeing that Su Rong still had a tendency to get close to him, Fu Shuigan couldn't help being surprised and angry: "Don't come here!"

Su Rong: "."

At this moment, Fu Shuigan's mind was full of the scene where he was pinned to the ground by Fang Xuelan, stalked and stripped of his clothes. Immediately, his scalp became numb, and he desperately tried to find a way:

"...Your father was looking for you just now, why don't you go back and wait to be caught by the imperial army?"

Su Rong waited for his words, stopped immediately, pondered for a while in surprise, and said, "Is he really looking for me? Then I have to go back."

Fu Shuiqian nodded repeatedly.

Su Rong turned around and walked two steps to the other side of the path. Before leaving, he asked Fu Shuigan casually: "What are you doing here again?"

Fu Shuiqian: "...I can't relax here! Get lost!"

So Su Rong went away.

Su Rong stopped and walked on the cobbled path, suddenly slowed down and frowned.

He glanced in the direction ahead.

Yue Sheng didn't like bustle, and he didn't have a harem, so most of the palaces were empty, without lights, and the huge building sank in the darkness, silent.

Su Rong calculated how long it took him to come here from the palace banquet hall.

Excluding part of the effort to circumvent the forbidden army, from the palace banquet hall to here, it would take an average person two quarters of an hour to walk at the fastest.

And Su Rong remembered very clearly that Yue Sheng was suspicious by nature, his bedroom was generally forbidden for unrelated palace people to approach, and the guards patrolling many places would keep people back.

So Fu Shuigan...

How did you get here to relax?

After thinking about it for a while, Su Rong realized that Fu Shuigan hadn't changed at all in the past three years.

Pretending to be the most loyal, speaking the most inconspicuous words, concealing the deepest thoughts in his inner city.

Su Rong made a small turn and walked back.

He wanted to see what Fu Shuigan was going to do.

As a result, when he returned to the vicinity of the side hall, he glanced over and saw that it was empty, not to mention Fu Shuigan's figure, not even a ghost.

Su Rong didn't care, he casually broke off a peach blossom branch, pushed aside the broken leaves on the ground, and carefully looked at the messy footprints on it.

There was a light rain this afternoon, and the weather in early spring was not too hot, so the ground is still a little wet, which is convenient for Su Rong to investigate the traces of Fu Shuigan.

The small road not far away was also covered with some mud, Su Rong searched along the way, and Fu Shuigan's direction was indeed going straight to Yue Sheng's bedroom.

It's just that they lost their traces seven or eight meters away from the front of the hall.

Su Rong wandered around in place for a while, and for the first time in his rebirth, he felt that Fang Xuelan's body...was really not an ordinary waste.

Not only does he have no martial arts skills, but he also feels weak and dizzy after walking two steps. His footsteps seem to be stepping on cotton balls, weak and wobbly, and he will fall when the wind blows, and he will fall headfirst on the ground.

Su Rong temporarily put Fu Shuigan's strange whereabouts aside, he held the vermilion pillar at the entrance of the hall with one hand, and took a light breath.

His slender, white fingers clasped on the pillar, scratching off a bit of the red paint inadvertently.

Su Rong suppressed the cough in his throat, glanced at his hand, suddenly paused, and frowned slightly.

What about the red paint...

Before he realized that something was wrong, Su Rong heard a sound at the door of the side hall, and looked up in amazement, only to find that Yue Sheng hadn't left yet, and was standing at the door, staring at him sullenly.

From the corner of the eye, Su Rong seemed to see his red eyes.

The moonlight was covered by thick clouds, Su Rong couldn't see Yue Sheng's expression clearly for a moment, but years of getting along with him brought him a keen intuition——

Yue Sheng is very wrong now.