kill that paranoid emperor

Hearing Yue Sheng's question, Su Rong laughed lightly instead.

"If Your Majesty wants to torture me, you don't have to do it yourself." Su Rong said, "Stop others, does Your Majesty have something to say to me?"

Yue Sheng was silent for a while, and then said: "You should have heard that the lonely nature is tyrannical."

Su Rong looked at him.

Yue Sheng pulled out the soldering iron from the charcoal basin, walked up to Su Rong, his dark eyes were dull, and his voice was low: "Fang Xuelan, Gu thought you were so unscrupulous because you knew Gu."

"Looking at it now, Gu is thinking too much," Yue Cheng looked at him, his handsome face expressionless, "But a stupid person dares to guess what he wants."

Yue Cheng lightly weighed the soldering iron, and said flatly:

"Gu most likes to torture people with his own hands, torturing hard bones like you. If you have expectations because you are back from others, you will be disappointed."

There was a scorching heat on the soldering iron, and Su Rong could even vaguely see the hot air emanating from it, presumably it was not a pleasant experience for this thing to poke himself.

Su Rong coughed lowly, and said again: "It's not all because of this."

Yue Cheng didn't make a sound, but raised his eyebrows slightly, motioning for him to continue.

Su Rong: "Xuelan broke into the forbidden area rashly tonight, but His Majesty did not take me down on the face of it, but asked the hidden guards to send me here. Xuelan dared to guess, my father didn't know about it?"

Yue Sheng's voice was cold: "Continue."

Su Rong: "Since I made a mistake first, why should your majesty be so secretive? You can let the imperial guards detain me and tell others. Not only does it save the trouble of handling it secretly, but it can also warn others so that they don't From now on, there will still be lunatics like me."

There is another reason that Su Rong didn't mention, that is, Fang Xuelan's father, Fang Yi, is soft-tempered.

Even if Yue Sheng captured or even killed Fang Xuelan, Fang Yi probably wouldn't dare to make other big moves.

Based on these reasons, Yue Sheng has no reason to secretly detain Xia Xuelan.

Whether it was explaining to the courtiers afterwards, or helping to forge Fang Xuelan's whereabouts, it was all trivial and troublesome things.

And Yue Sheng always hated trouble the most.

Obviously there is the easiest way to deal with it, and it can also kill chickens and monkeys, so there is no need for him to spend so much trouble.

...even scaring himself here himself.

When Su Rong was thinking this way, he suddenly heard Yue Cheng chuckle.

"You have a clear mind," Yue Sheng said with a hint of appreciation, "Your father really didn't know about this, he thought you had already left the palace."

"However, you forgot one most important thing." Yue Sheng said.

Su Rong was a little surprised, her beautiful eyes widened a little.

Yue Sheng: "You forgot, you never act according to other people's thoughts."

He suddenly stretched out his hand, lightly stroked the side of Su Rong's face, caressed it casually for a while, and then, under Su Rong's puzzled eyes, pulled it down suddenly.

"Ahem..." Su Rong was made uncomfortable by his movements, and couldn't suppress the cough in his throat anymore, and coughed for a long time.

"...Your Majesty," he managed to slow down, the end of Su Rong's words were wet, he looked at Yue Sheng, a little helpless, "What are you pulling my clothes for?"

Yue Sheng inexplicably tore off Su Rong's collar.

Fang Xuelan's outer robe was already loose, but with this movement, even the lower belt was loosened, revealing a small piece of delicate skin at the neckline, as well as a straight and delicate collarbone.

Yue Sheng glanced at it, let go of his hand, and said in a cold voice, "I'm looking for a place to burn it."

Su Rong took a breath and said, "I hope His Majesty will be merciful, it won't look good when burned on the neck."

"..." Yue Cheng was about to say something, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the man on the rack suddenly limp as if he had no strength, his long eyelashes drooping down, looking fragile and fragile.

Yue Sheng stood for a long time before realizing that Su Rong had passed out.

He was silent for a while, then threw the soldering iron in his hand back into the charcoal basin, and then said, "Come here."

Immediately someone rushed over, bowed his head and said, "What orders does Your Majesty have?"

Yue Cheng stared at the fainted Su Rong for a moment, and said, "You..."

He paused halfway through the conversation, Yue Cheng pinched the center of his brows, and said in an anxious tone, "Forget it, you all go down."

After everyone left, Yue Sheng drew out his saber casually.

Two sharp sword lights slashed across, and several hemp ropes tied to Su Rong's body broke and fell, and the unbound person also slipped down.

Yue Sheng put the sword back into its sheath, subconsciously stretched out his hand to take it, and only realized something was wrong when he held him in his arms.

He immediately wanted to throw Fang Xuelan on the ground, but just as he was about to let go, he heard the person leaning in his arms cough twice, sporadic blood spilled from his lips.

Yue Sheng: "..."

Seeing Yuecheng coming out, the people guarding the prison gate hurriedly knelt down, and when they saw that Yuecheng was still holding a person in his arms, the surrounding group of people were instantly petrified.

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Yue Sheng walked out of the prison with a deadpan expression on his face, holding Su Rong stiffly in his arms.

After throwing him on a bed in a small hall, Yue Sheng still felt that he was not clear-headed, which was ridiculous.

He ordered someone to bring hot water, and with a cold face, he washed the hands that had embraced Su Rong several times. He also disliked that the clothes on his body were passed by Su Rong, so he frowned and changed into a new one.

After the chilly feeling finally faded away, Yue Sheng remembered that there was still someone lying on the couch.

He pushed aside the hanging curtain in front of the bed, twisted his slender eyebrows, and looked at Fang Xuelan carefully for a long time, but he didn't know where his feeling at that moment before came from.

... He actually felt that Fang Xuelan was a bit like the person in his heart.

Yue Sheng put down his hands and closed his eyes wearily.

Maybe it's because Fang Xuelang was too calm in prison, maybe it's been a long time since no one dared to confront Yue Sheng like this, maybe it's because Fang Xuelang looked at him with vaguely familiar eyes...

But when Yue Sheng pulled on Fang Xuelan's collar in a way of obsession, trying to find the special mark on Su Rong's collarbone, he was disappointed.

Fang Xuelan could not be Su Rong, Su Rong was already dead.

He died three years ago, in his own arms.

Yue Sheng's hand gradually tightened, and finally he punched hard on the small square table next to the potted plant.

There was a crisp cracking sound, and the person on the bed seemed to move uncomfortably.

Yue Sheng raised his hand, pressed his temple, spoke hoarsely, and said to the servant: "Tell the imperial physician."

After saying this, Yue Sheng got up and left the place.

He didn't want to see Fang Xuelan again, and he didn't want to think about that strange sense of familiarity anymore.

Yue Sheng is not a child, people who die cannot be brought back to life, he knows that he will never see that person again in this life.

And now all the ridiculous familiarity and speculation are an insult to that person.

No one can be like Su Rong, and no one can be like him.

Yue Sheng's back gradually disappeared into the dark night.

As soon as Yue Sheng left, Su Rong opened his eyes, lifted the quilt and sat up.

It stands to reason that Yue Sheng should be able to find out that he was pretending to be dizzy, but the always keen and suspicious young emperor didn't know what was going on this time. back.

After moving back, it seemed that she was still losing her temper in the hall. Su Rong looked at the broken flower pot beside the bed, feeling a little helpless.

Yue Sheng's thoughts... Now even he can't figure it out.

There was a sound at the door of the hall, and an imperial doctor hurried in with a medicine box. He caught sight of Su Rong sitting on the bed, and was stunned for a moment: "Ah, Mr. Fang... are you awake?"

The person was awake, but the imperial doctor remembered that he was summoned by Yue Sheng, so naturally he didn't dare to neglect, so he took Su Rong's pulse carefully.

While he was feeling his own pulse, Su Rong turned his face and asked softly the maid standing beside him: "How many days will Your Majesty plan to imprison me?"

The palace lady looked quite stable, seeing Su Rong talking softly to her, she couldn't help but blushed a little, and said after a salute: "Your Majesty said that you can leave when you wake up."

Su Rong: "..."

Seeing that the gentle and good-looking Mr. Fang's face gradually became a little weird, the maid asked worriedly, "What's wrong, Mr. Fang?"

"..." Su Rong was silent for a while, and then said, "It's nothing."

When Yue Sheng questioned Su Rong at the entrance of the sleeping hall, he had several reasons to fabricate, instead of choosing to keep his mouth shut, or even deliberately provoking Yue Sheng.

——Su Rong originally planned to take this opportunity to stay in the palace for a while.

The past life is full of fog, and the unknown mud painted on the pillars of Yuecheng's bedroom also made Su Rong suspicious. Staying in the palace can not only get in touch with Yuecheng more, but also investigate these messy things along the way.

result……

The bamboo basket was empty.

It seemed that this was the first time that Su Rong had miscalculated completely like this, and it was even far from the previous expectation.

And the source of everything is Yue Sheng's strange attitude towards "Fang Xuelan".Fang Xuelang wandered around next to his bedroom at night, and now that nothing has been found out, Yue Sheng is going to drive him back?

Su Rong was a little speechless in his heart.

At midnight, the imperial study room was still brightly lit.

Yue Sheng closed a memorial, and heard two partridges calling outside the window, so he said, "Come in."

Soon someone approached him silently, half-kneeling in front of the case and said in a low voice: "Report to Your Majesty, the composition of the red mud on the pillars of Changding Palace has been found out."

Yue Sheng wrote on the notebook, and said coldly: "Next time, stop talking nonsense."

The subordinate was surprised, and hurriedly continued:

"...After the blood knife inspection, some special spices should be mixed into the red mud. It is colorless and tasteless, but it can cause people's mental turmoil. In severe cases, it may hurt people. Judging from the degree of drying of the red mud, the spices have been mixed into it for three times. day or more."

For more than three days, it really wasn't Fang Xuelang's fault.

If you really have the guts to do this, you won't just stay at the door and wait for him to catch you.

Xuedao is an organization established by Yue Sheng after he ascended the throne. He is usually responsible for his secret protection work, and other shady things are mostly done by Xuedao.

Yue Cheng was silent for a while and lost his mind. If Su Rong was still there, he might be reprimanded for being "too deep-minded and not open enough".

The subordinate waited for a while, seeing that Yue Sheng hadn't spoken yet, he boldly raised his head to look at him, but saw Yue Sheng's eyes fixed on the candlelight, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Maybe he was thinking about how to cut the poisoned person into pieces, the subordinates thought in panic.

After a long while, Yue Sheng said, "Interrogate the palace servants inside and outside Changding Hall separately, and give me a definite answer within three days. Also,"

Yue Sheng's words paused, and he continued: "Fang Xuelan, you should check again."

The subordinate didn't understand why Yue Sheng wanted to investigate Fang Xuelan again, it was only yesterday... So he asked in a low voice: "Excuse me for being stupid, what aspect does Your Majesty want to investigate in detail?"

Yue Sheng put the vermilion pen on the table, knocked on the edge of the table unconsciously with his left hand, and said in a calm tone, "Find out where this person came from."

Subordinate: "?"

Yue Sheng glanced at him, his gaze was cold:

"He's not Fang Xuelan."

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