Proudly follow your heart

He is dead, otherwise how will the chaos in the palace be quelled?

He has died, so that the world can be kept peaceful and the society stable.

He had to die, so that the current emperor Huang De could feel at ease, the government of Xia Kingdom could be calmed down, and everything could go on the original track.

He had to be—a dead man.

So when he died, a sword was stabbed in his chest, the pain pierced his heart, the hot blood splashed all over his face, and the blood flowed into his eyes. What he saw before his eyes was blood red, red sun and red clouds, red sky and red ground, red walls and red tiles, The lofty Golden Temple is also painted in scarlet in the left field of vision, as if it has always been this color.

A red liquid full of rust smell flowed from his heart, and in an instant, he understood everything.

There is no reason for him to live, let alone live.

"He's dead? That's right, he's already dead." Nangong Cangao's eyes sparkled, and his voice was like thunder, "The fourth prince died, but he came back to life again. It's Jun Zhanran, the owner of Wulou Tower on Fuluan Mountain!"

Black flying ash and gravel are like snow, the black snow flutters in the wind, falls on his shoulders, and also falls on Jun Zhanran's pale, ghostly face, clenching his teeth tightly until a line of blood flows from the corners of his mouth.

"The one who died was Huang Zhan, the youngest son of the first emperor, but Jun Zhanran, the landlord of the Wulou Tower on Fuluan Mountain, was born..." The voice was faint, blood stained his red lips, like a demon, the indifferent voice repeated lightly, Jun Zhanran There was blood in his eyes.

There was a gloomy coldness in the voice, and the ghostly smile that Nangong Cangao had seen appeared on his face again. He finally knew that it was a ghost who could neither live nor die, and only those who could neither live nor die would show it. laugh.

"Well said!" Jun Zhanran clapped his palms, looked up to the sky and laughed, there were no tears in his smile, only blood.

Since that day, he has no tears, only the blood that flowed into his eyes at the beginning, and his eyes are scarlet...

"Nangong Cangao, from the first day I met you, I knew that you would know my identity one day. I avoided you and didn't want you to be involved. Why do you still chase after me? Since you want you You shouldn’t come to my muddy water! Don’t you know that this matter cannot be said, and those who mentioned it are already dead?!”

He patted the armrest under the chair, and the golden lights of his palms rose suddenly. Jun Zhanran showed killing intent, Nangong Cangao did not retreat but advanced, "You are the one who died! You have been trapped in Fuluan Mountain for many years, far away from the crowd, and you thought you were Are you still alive?!"

A sharp reprimand shook the eardrums, is he still alive?Is he still alive?Jun Zhanran's hands that were slashing at Nangong Cangao were blocked, and the palms touched, the distance between the two suddenly narrowed, and their eyes met, "You're right, maybe I'm already dead, you wouldn't know that I was killed by others." It's like being buried alive in the ground, and you don't know the feeling of crawling out of your own grave!

With a hiss, he broke free from Nangong Cang Ao, tore open the front of his chest, and a scar came into view.

On the heart, the scar has faded. Nangong Cang Ao has seen it a long time ago. It is nothing to be injured on the body of a Jianghu, but Jun Zhanran is not from a Jianghu. He should be the younger brother of the current emperor, the uncle of the current prince.

The royal blood that was supposed to be in the court and be worshiped by people is now trapped in a wheelchair. Jun Zhanran pointed to his chest, "Some people are born here in a different position. The positions of ordinary people are different, only a three-point difference, I was stabbed in the body and did not die...

He chuckled, Nangong Cang Ao frowned and his heart ached, "This is not funny.

With a long sigh, Jun Zhanran looked into the distance, his eyes were like ice, "Three points, three points, I was buried in the soil as a corpse, what death is, I will never forget." He closed his clothes again , with a hoarse voice and clenched fists, "I will never forget the feeling of being buried in the soil, nor will I forget the blood that day!"

"I don't want to see blood, I don't want to hurt others. But unfortunately, someone wants my blood and my life." After leaving the palace, he still couldn't change the fact that he was a prince.

"Who is going to kill you?" Nangong Cang Ao's eyes were like torches, "The palace chaos is just an opportunity. As the fourth prince and not involved in government affairs, this should not have happened, but since it has happened several times, there must be a reason. Your life must be a hindrance to some people!"

"It's not something you should explore." Jun Zhanran knew it clearly, but he didn't want to say it.

Nangong Cang Ao turned his gaze to the scroll, and it fell to the ground during the fight, once again stained with flying ash and dust, "You have learned martial arts and have this scroll, there must be someone to help you at that time, Huang De already knew You exist, but you have not been taken back to the palace all these years, there is something strange about it..."

He didn't say it, but he might not have guessed that after all, Nangong Cang Ao was the Yingshuai who led the Yingxiao League and solved countless important cases.

"Nangongnian once said that Linglong's blood jade has a lot to do with the society. I know there is another mystery in the blood jade. The blood jade was stolen. The blood in the jade faded, and the blood jade was related to the scroll. As you said, it opened the scroll. The key is a pair of scrolls and a stick of blood jade. Both things are heavily tricked, what is hidden in this scroll that makes Emperor Pingkang so concerned?"

He counted them one by one, his voice was as deep as a rock, he didn't need Jun Zhanran to answer, Jun Zhanran also knew that he no longer needed him to answer for him, all the key points were already in front of Nangong Cangao.

"Huang De has already ascended the throne. Why does an emperor want nothing else but the scroll in your hand? Why doesn't he dare to snatch it, dare not issue an edict, and can only do it secretly? What else is an emperor afraid of? What else does he have to worry about? To get the scroll back is not for other reasons, but because the secrets hidden in the scroll can move the world! Shake the world!"

The voice was heavy, Nangong Cang Ao spoke faster and faster, and the more he spoke, the darker his eyes became, "The blood jade is exquisite, there is blood in the jade, the blood is not jade color, but human blood, only the blood color in the blood jade can open the scroll The secret in-"

He suddenly grabbed Jun Zhanran's hand, swiped his fingertips, and a few drops of blood fell on the scroll. The black box that had been burned, smoked, and soaked in water glowed with a strange red light, and there was a slight sound. There was a gap in the middle.

Uncover it along the cracks, and a roll of bright yellow unfolds in front of you, "The blood hidden in the blood jade Linglong is the key to opening the scroll, and the blood of the person in the jade does not belong to others, it is the blood of the fourth prince Jun Zhanran, which is the only Only your blood can open it!"

The imperial edict of the Ming Dynasty, the vermilion pen and black ink, and the yellow seal of a jade seal pressed below, the entire few lines are not as important as a few of them, and a familiar yet unfamiliar name suddenly jumps into view...

The four emperors Yuhuang Zhan was established as the prince.

Nangong Cang Ao hoped that his guess was wrong, that his guess was wrong, but the truth is already in front of his eyes.

Li, the fourth prince, Huang Zhan, is the prince, and the fourth prince, Huang Zhan, is the master of Wulou, Jun Zhanran, the current emperor's emperor, and the prince's uncle, who is the dead man in front of him.

After the words were finished, Wen Rufeng, who had heard everything behind them, was stunned, staring straight at the man in the wheelchair.

The owner of Wulou is actually the son of the former emperor? !Is it the fourth prince who died young?

The black snow is fluttering, and the black ash is slowly blowing with the wind under the summer sky. It does not disperse mysteriously. It blows on Jun Zhanran's hair. His face is as white as paper, his fingertips are bleeding, and he is sitting on a chair with a pair of indifferent eyes. His eyes flickered, and he didn't answer for a long time.

He has nothing to say, nothing to argue.

"Now, you know everything." A long sigh and a low laugh, "That's right, the human blood in the blood jade belongs to me, and the throne in this world should also be mine."

In his voice, there was no enthusiasm for the throne of the emperor, no nostalgia for the royal family, and no hatred. Some were just cold, indifferent, but utterly indifferent, "After I die, who will benefit the most? Put me to death, who sent someone to take my life during the palace chaos, I think you know even if I don't tell you."

Huang De, the current Emperor Pingkang, the eldest son of the first emperor!Nangong Cang Ao's eyes did not move, he had expected it, not surprised.

"Do you know how my legs were crippled?" What was born with a disability, what lost his parents since childhood, Jun Zhanran smiled slightly, "He is naturally not reconciled to my death, let alone rest assured, and the assassination has a second chance." Once, it is easy to have a second time..."

"Could it be—" Nangong Cang Ao's face darkened, with a hostility in his brows.

"As long as I become a useless person, he will feel at ease. At that time, I was too young to compete with him. This is the only way." After talking about the past, his voice did not fluctuate. Come here, I'll use my back to meet--"

The spine was damaged and he became a disabled person. Even if he is still alive, what is the use?A child who hasn't grown up yet, even if he doesn't die, he can't become a big climate.

Then he considered that if he went too far, the handwriting of the first emperor in the hands of the four princes might be exposed, so Huang De had to let go of this serious worry for the time being.

"This thing was my bargaining chip to protect myself many years ago, but now it is useless to me." The edict that can put him on the throne is right in front of him, and Jun Zhanran's eyes are still not hot.

Nangong Cangao has fire in his eyes, which can burn people, "So the women in the Wulou are all eyeliners sent by Huangde...

"It's not all Gao, there are ordinary people who don't know anything, and there are spies from other countries who see the strangeness and have doubts, such as Liu Shuangshuang. Smiling, Jun Zhanran's indifferent eyes don't make ripples, "Brother Huang must have never thought of that , his 'care' for me instead made other people know of my existence.

Slightly mocking, with piercing cold eyes, he glanced at the imperial edict in Nangong Cang Ao's hand, "This thing is just a trouble now.

This is the whole process?Who took him out of the palace, who buried him, who rescued him, and who taught him his martial arts?What happened to the pearl?

Nangong Cang Ao raised the imperial edict in his hand, he still had too many questions, a white shadow suddenly came from behind him, "Give it to me!

After this night, her delicate voice has become hoarse like a crow, her long hair is loose, her long skirt is scorched black, and her bare arm is shocking in the sunlight. It is Liu Shuangshuang.