Proudly follow your heart

As soon as the words fell, the ashen color on Han Mang's face spread to his whole body, and after a while his whole body swelled up, as if he had been dead for several days, and there was even a corpse smell.

Seeing all this happening, the officials were terrified and silent, and no one could say a word.

The atmosphere in the hall was mysterious, Han Mang was just talking about the key point, but he fell to the ground and died like this, who was the person who poisoned him?Who is behind the scenes who tempted him to do so?Are Jun Zhanran and Nangong Cangao enemies or friends?Could it be that this is Xia Guo's trick?

Han Mang fell down, but a cloud of mist rose up in the hall.

No one knows what is behind the fog, not even Nangong Cangao and Jun Zhanran.

A mysterious case of poisoning not only involves Rinnan, but may also be related to the world situation, Xia Kingdom and other three countries. Who can guarantee that this is not a conspiracy by other countries?

The positions of Jun Zhanran and Nangong Cangao suddenly became sensitive again, but it was not the time to pursue their real purpose. There was a commotion in the hall, and the guards who were ordered to come were completely at a loss.

"Come on, search him!" King An Jia was restrained by Han Mang for what he called the antidote. Now that Han Mang died, he immediately ordered people to search for the medicine bottle in the arms of the corpse.

There was indeed a medicine bottle in Han Mang's arms. The guard presented the medicine bottle, but before it was handed over to King An Jia, a blue-gray figure had arrived before him. In the blink of an eye, the porcelain bottle was already in Jun Zhanran's hands.

"This is not the antidote." He uncorked the bottle and glanced at it, before he came to a conclusion.

"No?!" King An Jia stood up from the throne. If it is not the antidote, where is the antidote?If it is not the antidote, it means that Han Mang is just deceiving him.

Without an antidote, he could still be at the mercy of anyone.

King An Jia's complexion was very bad, obviously not only because of poisoning, he asked with the last glimmer of hope: "Are you sure, this is not the antidote?"

"You don't have to believe it." Jun Zhanran didn't like people questioning his words, and his face turned cold instantly.

When answering, his heart was a little heavy. There were doubts about the origin of Nirvana, about his past, about the hut he had been to, and about his life experience, and it might even involve the entire Xia Kingdom.

The palm was suddenly wrapped in warmth, Jun Zhanran raised his eyes, and saw Nangong Cang Ao's concerned eyes.

For Jun Zhanran, who has such a past, everything that is happening now will be magnified countless times in his mind and produce countless associations. A person's mental strength is limited, and hatred has occupied too much of his mind. Like a string, if stretched too tightly, it will break.

Someone had to look at him and remind him, and that person was undoubtedly himself.

Thinking of this, Nangong Cangao looked at Jun Zhanran with more tenderness.

Those sharp hawk eyes were full of concern, Jun Zhanran saw what he wanted to say with just one glance, moved the corners of his mouth, and his face softened.

Sometimes he wonders why Nangong Cangao has such a big heart, he can pretend to hate, love, all known and unknown things, he always has a plan in mind, no matter what setbacks and difficulties, It seems that nothing can change his calm and free and easy.

"I'm stunned, what are you thinking?" Nangong Cangao smiled lowly in Jun Zhanran's ear when he noticed the strange look in Jun Zhanran's eyes.

He came back to his senses, showing a different smile from the cold and stern look before, no matter when and where it is now, no one cared about them in the chaos in the hall, he moved closer, and kissed Nangong Cang Ao's lips.

"I see that Lin Nan's military power is already in your hands." After whispering, he retreated as if nothing had happened, Nangong Cang Ao curled the corner of his mouth, and the two looked at each other, revealing similar eyes.

After receiving Jun Zhanran's answer and confirming that it was not the antidote, King An Jia took a few steps back dejectedly, and collapsed on the chair.

The ministers in the hall had different expressions. After Han Mang's death, another oppressive atmosphere was spreading. Incense was lingering in the hall, covering the expressions on the faces of countless people, as well as the ambitions that had been ignited.

Thinking of how many of them were bribed by Han Mang, King An Jia's mood became even worse.

After a moment of silence, he raised his head, "General Yang is still being imprisoned in the dungeon by Han Mang, some people will bring him out."

Yang Ling is dedicated to being the king, and no one will doubt his loyalty. Today, the play in the court has to be ended by someone. Yang Ling is the best candidate, and everyone knows that at this moment, King An Jia is the most important person. It was he who believed.

Not long after, Yang Ling appeared in the hall, his armor had been removed, he didn't know if he had been tortured, his face was haggard, he walked quickly, saw the scene in the hall, and saw Han Mang's corpse, he knew the result , the tense look immediately relaxed.

"king……"

In the hall, King An Jia seemed to have aged ten years overnight. He stared at the officials in the hall without the slightest expression. Han Mang was his confidant and was betrayed by his confidant. disappointment.

"General Yang, needless to say." Waving his hand at him, King An Jia's voice was low and slow, "This king ordered you to find out what Han Mang did, and anyone who was bribed by Han Mang will be killed."

The deep voice echoed in the hall, causing a shock, everyone in the hall was shocked, and the officials did not expect that King An Jia would be so decisive this time.

"Your Majesty!" There was an uproar in the hall.

"Please think twice, Wang!"

"I, Wang, please think twice! Now I, Lin Nan, have internal and external troubles, and I can't bear it anymore..."

"Your Majesty! Think again!"

The ministers related to Han Mang were terrified. Some knelt down and pleaded guilty, and some explained to themselves with tears. The ministers who had nothing to do with this matter looked at these colleagues with contempt. Out of concern for Linnan Sheji, they had to plead with An Jia The king took back his order.

Rinnan can't stand civil strife, Beijiang has already moved, and the disaster of war is about to break out. At this time, no matter what, Rinnan should first settle down inside, and then fight outside.

Some of these courtiers who were bought by Han Mang were just fascinated by ghosts for a while, if they were all killed, wouldn't there be no one in the court?

King An Jia looked at the chaos in the hall, and his heart was extremely heavy. It was not because he was cruel, but because the situation forced him to be cruel. The people behind Han Mang have not been found out yet. These people in front of me.

There was constant wailing and crying, the hall was not like the early court, but like a market, King An Jia opened his eyes to see the situation of the audience, his mind was very clear, he knew it was the power of poison.

"You don't need to cry. Today, the king will not tolerate you any more. In the past, he indulged you too much, so he was easily bought by Hanmang. This king is very clear about the loss of this poison. There is absolutely no benefit." Not knowing how to get rid of the poison on his body, King An Jia took advantage of the poison and became extraordinarily calm.

"Han Mang wanted to use poison to murder the king, but the irony is that the poison made the king see it more clearly and think clearly." Maybe it was because of the strange properties of this Nirvana medicine, and King An Jia quickly recovered from depression. recovering from it.

He opened his mouth, and his voice drifted slowly, a little hollow, "Lord Jun, can you get rid of the poison on this king?"

"Sure! He has given the king the medicine..." Yang Ling replied excitedly. He had seen the scene that day, but he didn't know how King An Jia felt. King An Jia also remembered that Jun Zhanran He told him that it was poison, not an antidote.

"No." The man in the hall said lightly, looking at King An Jia with a trace of pity in his eyes.

"It comes from a Poison Sutra, which has been lost for a long time, and even in that Poison Sutra, there has never been an antidote." Before Yang Ling wanted to question, he continued to say slowly: "It doesn't exist at all. There is no antidote, once poisoned, it will be like a phoenix nirvana, the body has been turned into fire, and there is no way back."

It is called Nirvana, and it makes people feel like they are reborn, but it is just an illusion. It will only lead people from life to death, and there is no possibility of surviving.

Already vaguely understood the characteristics of the poison, King An Jia was not surprised, but he still couldn't help asking, and smiled wryly, "Lord Jun is still so direct."

"It's no good for me to lie to you." The black eyes were flat, like a bottomless pit, and the darkness was announcing the arrival of death.

King An Jia sighed, "How long can I live? The poison you gave me, even if it can't be cured, if it can..."

"He has already said that it is a poison, a poison that will only poison you more deeply." Nangong Cang Ao did not let him continue. He did not intend to give him more hope, but for a person who has been poisoned by this kind of poison. It is for his own good to tell him the truth.

"That's Nirvana?" I heard this meaning from Jun Zhanran's words before, but King An Jia still didn't want to believe that people always linger on their own lives, let alone being an emperor.

"You poisoned my king even more? What is your intention?!" Yang Lin was no longer impulsive, and asked with gritted teeth.

The officials in the court were silent, and in the silence, Jun Zhan stepped forward a few steps, and the blue and cold figure walked through the crowd, and walked straight to the steps under the eyes of everyone, "Now there is no solution to Nirvana, the only thing waiting for you is death, the difference It's just whether you die faster or slower, die well, or die with peace. I can prepare an antidote for you, but I can't guarantee that the antidote will be effective, and I can't guarantee what symptoms you will have during the period of taking the medicine. Maybe you will be unconscious , maybe you will gradually go crazy."

Stepping up the steps, Jun Zhanran's voice drifted in mid-air, "An Jia, the king of Rinnan, do you choose to continue taking poison and use your sanity to protect Rinnan? Or—"

"Try the antidote all over the world, just survive, and gamble on the chance of survival." After finishing speaking, Nangong Cang Ao stood in the crowd, his eyes swept away, and Jun Zhanran's voice echoed in the hall .

Two figures, one green and one black, stood separately, as if holding life and death in their hands, everyone fell silent, and the silence in the hall turned into dead silence again.

This is a dilemma, and it is the monarch of Rinnan who has to make a choice. At this time, no one has questioned why Jun Zhanran dared to call the monarch of Rinnan by his name.

No matter what choice he made, King An Jia would die. If he died, Rinnan would be in chaos.

In any case, King An Jia couldn't die for the time being, let alone be confused.

Then, there is only one best way——

In the dead silence, a sigh sounded, and King An Jia looked at them, "...Lord Jun, give me the poison."

"As long as I'm alive, the people of Linnan will live. Linnan can't be chaotic, and I... can't die." King An Jia slowly stood up from the throne.

Poison is the antidote, as long as you live one day, you can save Lin Nan for one more day.

Forgot to call himself the king, King An Jia, like all poor or rich people in the world, must face his own death at this moment.