Proudly follow your heart

The eagle's wings spread out in front of King Anjia.

The explosion sounded like thunder, and the officials were terrified. They saw the incense burners, screens, curtains, and even the throne around them shattered and exploded, as if some gravity suddenly squeezed them and crushed them!

The fragments exploded and splashed across the face of King An Jia, and then passed over the heads of the ministers with blood, like a sudden thunderstorm, causing a change of color and panic, and the only man who remained safe stood still. On the steps, the hem of the clothes and the sleeves did not move at all, not even a single crease was added.

He opened his five fingers slightly, as if a god or Buddha was pointing to the common people, his eyes were slightly closed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was like a ghost.

"I am the royal family of Xia Kingdom, the fourth prince of the year, the younger brother of Huang De, you all know it, but An Jia, even if you know it, so what? Now, what can you do?" With a mocking smile, It is extremely light, but the sharpness in it is extremely sharp.

He wanted his life, easy as pie.

King Anjia wants to retreat, but there is no way to retreat. Behind him is the throne, but in front of him is Jun Zhanran. The throne is broken, but Jun Zhanran is still pressing on. What can he do?

"Jun Zhanran..." Even speaking became difficult, King An Jia reluctantly opened his mouth word by word, "If you kill this king, Rinnan will be unstable... What good will it do to Nangong Cangao...? "

Finally, he didn't use Nirvana in vain, King An Jia's mind is still calm, he has not forgotten what Jun Zhanran cares most, "If you dare to do something in the palace...the news will be sent to Nangong Cang Ao...my Lin Nan's The soldiers will definitely lose their morale... In this way, no matter how powerful Nangong Cang Ao is..."

What can he do with a group of dispirited generals?

"What's more, your identity has been exposed. As the prince of the Xia Kingdom, where do you put the safety of the people together with other countries against the Great Xia? Even if Emperor Yongsheng wanted to pass the throne to you...but you are not the prince of the Xia Kingdom. Lord... no matter how great the enmity is, you should consider the common people in the world, the people of the community..."

After all, he is the king of a country. King An Jia can still speak, dare to speak. Although it is not a threat, the meaning in these words is a threat and a warning. He advises Jun Zhanran to cherish his reputation as a prince. More importantly, we must cherish the lives of the people.

An Jia Wang Xiaozhi tried to calm down Jun Zhanran with reason and emotion, but these words were not what Jun Zhanran wanted to hear.

The voice seemed to come from far away, but not much entered Jun Zhanran's heart. He squinted slightly, and the color of his eyes kept changing.

Nangong Cang Ao refused to listen to the advice and went to the battlefield, and King An Jia in Linnan Palace was ready to move again. How could Xia Guo not act?Huang De must have other plans. Xi Su and Lang Dong planned to sit idly by and profit from it. At this time, his life experience was revealed by someone, and it was announced to the world. After hearing the news, Huang De learned that his life experience had passed away. It's not a secret, let alone have any scruples...

Nangong Cang Ao is gone, I don't know if he will come back.

And he, he is the fourth prince of the Xia Kingdom, a person who was betrayed by his close relatives. Although he is alive and dead, he is nothing more than a ghost.

The emperor, the prince, the palace, the palace chaos, the long knife, the blood sword, the red sky, the red ground, the red wall and the red tiles in front of him were painted with bloody walls of the imperial city, and they were once again magnified in front of Jun Zhanran.

The pain of that knife not only hurts the body, but also hurts the bone marrow.

The only person who can ease the pain in his heart is Nangong Cang Ao, and that man is far away on the battlefield, so what else can stop him?

The thorns and vines entangled in his heart called hatred finally tightened.

Nangong Cang Ao may not know that his feelings for him have already become the antidote to ease the deep-seated hatred in his heart, without the antidote, he will be terminally ill.

Cang Ao, I can't restrain my hatred anymore, what should I do?

Have I become a demon?

But, since she has gone mad, why not just let it become a devil...

Jun Zhanran's eyes flickered, and he laughed suddenly.

Everyone was terrified, and people who seldom laughed like this made people feel extraordinarily mysterious.

Hearing the sinister sneer, the person on the stairs suddenly asked casually, "An Jia, you think I won't put Nangong in danger, so you think I dare not harm you and Linnan?"

Is not it?Unable to explain the reason, a gust of air surged, revealing infinite danger, the officials felt uneasy, and took refuge in the turmoil, the guards in the palace saw that the king was in the hands of others but did not dare to act, the palace was in chaos, heard Seeing Jun Zhanran's words and seeing his smile, the mind that had been stabilized by King An Jia's words was shaken again.

"Jun Zhanran! Don't you really care about Cang Ao's safety?!" At this time, the only ones who dare to ask this sentence can only be people from the Nangong family. The man before the steps.

The long gray clothes are like a hazy sky, neither bright nor dark, never white enough to dazzle the eye, nor too dark to make people feel oppressed, but just a faint touch of gray, like a ghost, somewhat ethereal, and the stone-like face draws out a trace of curvature, answering , "This is a gamble. Everyone thinks that I dare not use him as a bet. In order to protect his safety, I will not be against Rinnan—"

"Could it be..." King An Jia was already swept to the wall by the power of that palm, and stood against the wall, his eyes paused, revealing a look of astonishment.

"You bet that I won't make a move against Linnan because of Nangong, but I bet on you, An Jia... You can give up your life for the sake of Linnan's community. I bet you don't dare to take risks with Linnan's community. You don't dare to disturb Nangong Cang Ao on the battlefield, no matter how you treat your subjects."

"After all, there is Xia Guo watching covetously." The dark eyes flickered with fire, and gradually approached, "Let the soldiers on the battlefield know that there is chaos in the court, and that is the instability of the army. Civil unrest-"

Lin Nan died.

Jun Zhanran was smiling, a faint smile with no emotion other than the deep darkness, An Jia who was smiling felt uncertain, and everyone in the Nangong family became more and more disturbed.

"Jun Zhanran, this is not a gamble! How can you gamble with Cang Ao's life! Are you out of your mind?!" Nangong Wang couldn't help but shouted, "We have recognized your relationship with Cang Ao, and we have even recognized your relationship with Cang Ao. Treating you as one of your own, how can you say such a thing?!"

How can this bet?

Jun Zhanran turned around, seemingly puzzled, "Why not? I also learned this from him. As long as you have some confidence, you have to do it. If you don't do it, you will know the result. Now, I am just betting on me and An Jia, who is better? Just worry about what you care about."

Calm as dead eyes, there is nothing in them, nothing at all, empty, only nothingness, and a dark color like a black mist.

This is not the Jun Zhanran they are familiar with, nor is it the master of Wulou standing next to Nangong Cang Ao, who looks at people indifferently with few words. He is the fourth prince of Xia Kingdom——Huang Zhan.

The heart of an emperor.This son has the heart of an emperor, and King An Jia's face suddenly changed. He thought that Nangong Cang Ao was not a thing in the pool, and had the courage to rule the world, but he never realized that this quiet and arrogant Jun Zhanran was born with a look. The heart of an emperor.

Those who are emperors must put personal affections behind ambitions and desires.

"...You didn't come to question why the king sent someone to arrest you. You came to hold the king hostage. You have other intentions." The pressure on King An Jia's chest disappeared, and his voice was weak, but he said it with certainty.

Jun Zhanran raised his eyebrows, and his faint voice seemed to be smiling, "Sure enough, he is the king of a country, he can think far and see far."

"An Jia, I want you to give the order to send out troops." His voice changed, he walked up the steps with his hands behind his back, and he ignored the guards holding weapons behind him.

Knowing that his life was in the hands of others, King An Jia secretly shook his head at the guards who were planning to make a move, "Didn't Nangong Cang Ao lead someone to send troops, did you forget?"

He could see that Jun Zhanran in front of him couldn't be regarded with common sense, but he didn't expect that Jun Zhanran's intentions exceeded his expectations, "How could I forget that Nangong was on the battlefield? I want you to send troops because I want you to send Lin Nan All the remaining soldiers will be handed over to me—"

"What?!" King An Jia asked back in a voice, "Are you crazy?! The only remaining soldiers and horses are to protect Rinnan, and you are trying to destroy Rinnan!"

"This is a good time to win the Great Summer." The voice of the person who said such a crazy idea was actually very calm, as if he was talking about the weather.

Jun Zhanran looked at the devastation under his feet, saw the astonished and complicated expressions of the members of the Nangong family, and also saw the terrified and uneasy eyes of other ministers, and said lightly: "An Jia, I want you to hand over all the remaining soldiers to me. Attack Daxia, otherwise, I will destroy Rinnan now."

This is not a negotiation, but an order.In the main hall of Linnan Palace, everyone was shocked.

It's not that he can't do it, he can kill everyone in the hall, and even, if he wants, he can kill countless people just by using poison.

Maybe he won't do that, he won't be so cold-blooded, it's just a threat, a scare, but—who dares to bet?

Xiao Hu and Wen Rufeng rushed to the outside of the main hall, seeing and hearing the conversation, they looked at each other in astonishment, Wen Rufeng saw Xiao Hu's worried expression, Xiao Hu just shook his head.

"Do you think it's strange?" Xiao Hu looked inside, and there was a bit of fear in his words, "I said, this is the landlord of Wulou, before meeting Yingshuai, the landlord when he was alone, this overturning hand... overturning It’s not just about inner strength.”

This surge of qi and blood is enough to make people feel chaotic. Every time the landlord uses the cloud-turning hand, he is like a demon. It must have overturned the hatred and resentment in his heart. The lives of more than a hundred people from the rivers and lakes who went up to the top of the mountain to provoke.

Xiao Hu didn't know what the resentment in Jun Zhanran's heart was before, but now he knows.

It's just that I don't know the emperor of Xia Kingdom, do you know?Yingshuai, do you know?

There is no way to dispel this hatred and hatred. If it is not exposed, it is not that it is not there, but it is buried deeper and deeper, until it goes deep into the bone marrow, and there is no cure.

Spring day, heavy fog, Rinnan Wang Anjia was sick, and handed over the remaining military power to Keqing, the fourth prince of Emperor Yongsheng of Xia Guo, and the current emperor of Emperor Pingkang, Jun Zhanran, also known as Huang Zhan.

The master of Wulou, Jun Zhanran, is Huang Zhan.

It was announced to the world that the fourth prince, Huang Zhan, unfortunately died in the palace chaos.

Bei Jiang also got the news, and soon, the news about Jun Zhanran's identity reached Nangong Cang Ao.

"This is a letter from the palace, Yingshuai—" Ao Wei, the general of Beijiang, handed over a piece of paper, unable to hide the surprise on his face, "Mr. Jun, he is actually..."

Nangong Cangao glanced at it, knew what was written on it, and clenched his hands tightly. Jun Zhanran's identity as the prince had been revealed, and Huangde had no more scruples.

Zhan Ran.

Frowning, Nangong Cangao couldn't help worrying, what would happen to Jun Zhanran who was in Linnan?Hidden secrets, the painful and bloody past, the pain of being betrayed by loved ones, the memories of being abandoned and buried in the mud——

All were lifted up, like a scabbed wound, the wound inside was healed, or had already eroded into the bone marrow.

But this time, he was not by his side.

It had been expected that this day would come, but when this day really came, he was not by his side.

Zhanran, what will happen to him alone?