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Prince... you?

"What did you call me?"

"Prince!"

The sound of 'Prince' was like pressing a switch, and countless pictures from long ago flooded into Gu Xiaofeng's sea of ​​consciousness like dynamic pictures.

Gu Xiaofeng's pupils suddenly shrank.

Suddenly, a bunch of chaotic voices rang out in my ears.

Sifang City was broken, General Chen died, all the soldiers under his command died in battle, the people were slaughtered, there was no living thing in the whole city, only the body of General Chen's daughter was not seen, she should have been taken away.

If it wasn't for the prince offering sacrifices to heaven and the ghost general returning to Beijing to escort him, Sifang City wouldn't be...

Before the prince succeeded to the throne, he thought that the world belonged to him, and those stupid people also regarded him as the sky, and they no longer had an emperor in their eyes.Liangzhou and Sifang City were destroyed one after another. It can be seen that the heavens couldn't stand it anymore, so they borrowed the hands of Wei Jun to destroy his prestige.

Chen Liang died well, and Chen Liang's death can also make the prince sober, knowing that even if he is accompanied by a ghost general, he can't cover the sky with one hand.

The prince and the ghost general are inseparable, as long as the ghost general is killed, the prince is not enough.

The ghost general has no respect, he should have been killed long ago.

The emperor just made people pick the ghost general's hands and feet, and the prince actually fought so wildly, if he is not abolished, I am afraid that the next time he fights will not be the imperial guards.

The ghost general must be killed, and the crown prince must be abolished!

Those sounds and pictures made his temples twitch with pain.

As soon as the picture turned, a little boy was walking on the dry field ridge frowning, followed by a boy with an innocent face who looked at everything strangely.

It has not rained for a long time, and the crops in the fields are about to dry up.

Some old and weak women and children knelt in the fields and kowtowed over and over again to pray for rain.

If there is no more rain, they will have nothing to harvest this year.

The family has already run out of grain, and has been eating bran and grass roots and bark for several months. If there is no harvest, they will not even have to eat bran next year.

The people were so hungry that they could hardly survive. Instead of distributing relief food, the government increased taxes for the purpose of building summer resorts.

If you can't pay the tax, you have to pay the male to offset the tax.

All men aged 13 and under 60 in the village were taken away. After these people went out, few of them could come back alive. Only a group of white-haired old people, orphans and widows were left in the village.

Even so, it is still impossible to escape the various taxes that have been suppressed in different ways.

The people who were driven to nowhere had no choice but to leave their homes and beg along the road. Those who had relatives and friends in the city went to seek refuge with relatives and friends, and those who didn't live anywhere.

Both sides of the official road are strewn with corpses, and the stench of corpses is hard to get rid of.

All the people in the world hated the man who sat high on the golden palace and his courtiers. No matter who mentioned that man, they would secretly curse the emperor.

The person who was scolded by the world as a faint king was his father.

The men in his family have hereditary scurvy, and the current emperor is no exception.

The celestial master calculated that the child conceived by the queen is the bodhi seed of the Buddha who descended to earth. Adding the child's cord blood to the medicine can enhance the efficacy of the medicine. blood disease.

When he was born, there was an auspicious cloud in the sky, and the heavenly master said that he had been raised well, so he obeyed the will of heaven, and the country would live in peace and prosperity, and he took the cord blood for medicine.

The emperor was overjoyed and immediately made him the prince.

But he was not happy for a few days, and he appeared to die prematurely.

The celestial master said that his fate was unstable, and he was oppressed by the imperial surname. Before he was an adult, if he was raised in the palace, he might not be able to support him, so he temporarily withdrew the imperial surname, and was raised by his uncle under the anonymity of the people.

Wait for the fate to be stable, and then take it back to the palace.

Although he was a crown prince, he grew up in the folk, with only his uncle, nurse, mother and son by his side, no one knew his identity, except for the medical officer who would come to take blood every one or two years, he had no connection with the palace.

All he saw and heard since he was a child was the suffering of the poor people, and the incompetence of the current emperor, and the court was dominated by a large number of treacherous villains.

He didn't grow up in the palace, so he didn't know whether the emperor's saying that a fatuous villain was in power was true, but the people were indeed forced to die.

He asked his uncle, and when he heard what he said, his uncle covered his mouth in fright, and told him that others could say those words in private, but he couldn't, because that person was his father, and he said those things , is a great treason.

Moreover, behind him is the safety of his mother's family.

Not long ago, my uncle hid in his room and cried all night when he received a letter from Jingli.

He read the letter quietly, only to realize that grandpa has always been displeased with the unhealthy tendencies in the court, but the emperor has always been afraid of grandpa's military power, so he didn't dare to do anything to their family, and now he wants his blood to continue his life. He will not touch his mother's family easily.

But Grandpa knew very well that since ancient times, few military generals who hold military power have had a good death. As long as the emperor has a thorn in his heart, their family will step on the tip of the knife.

In order to protect the old and the young in the family, my grandfather ignored all affairs in the court, guarded the border for many years, and rarely returned home.

But as long as their family is alive, those villains in the court will not be able to eat well and sleep well.

At the beginning of this year, they bewitched the emperor and tricked grandpa and uncle into returning to Beijing in the name of offering sacrifices to heaven. Grandpa and uncle were attacked and killed on the way back to Beijing.

The report from Jingli said that it was bandits who attacked Grandpa and Uncle.

Along with grandpa and uncle, uncle's 16-year-old eldest son was also killed.

Grandpa and uncle have been killed for a long time, even if they can't bring a large team back to Beijing, but all the soldiers around them are good fighters with one enemy against one hundred, how can they be killed by those bandits.

The only ones who could kill them were the emperor's underground guards, a group of ignorant and fearless killing machines born for killing.

The emperor gave grandpa and eldest uncle a splendid burial, and appointed the eldest uncle's youngest son an official and noble title, but the eldest uncle's son was only ten years old.

Ever since he left Beijing and raised him in the countryside, his little uncle has been by his side and has never been married. He returned to Beijing for the funeral yesterday, so he should still be on his way at this time.

He didn't know if his little uncle could come back.

In order to prevent people who want to kill the king from attacking him, they can't live in one place for long, so my uncle asked him to wait here for three months before leaving. go west.

That expression, said to be an exhortation, was more like a last word.

This kid was picked up by digging soil on the side of the mountain to relieve his boredom after his uncle left.

After the uncle left, only he and the old slave were left in the family.

He was different from other children since he was a child. He could see ghosts, read people's hearts, and was naturally more sensitive than others.

Picking up someone to go back, the old slave didn't ask much.

He was in a terrible mood, but this kid looked at everything interestingly. At this moment, a flock of birds flew over his head, and the corners of his eyes curled up with a smile.

He followed the boy and looked up, watching the birds fly away. He really didn't see what was funny, and there was only one thought in his mind, it's good to be a fool.

The little boy reached out and touched his frowning brow: "Don't frown."

He grabbed the little boy's hand from between his eyebrows and asked, "What should I do to keep my uncle from dying?"

Even my uncle couldn't answer such a question, let alone a fool.

He just asked, not expecting a response.

The young boy withdrew his gaze from the distant bird and looked at him: "Become stronger, if you don't get killed, you won't die."

"The ruler wants his ministers to die, but the ministers must die, how can we break it?" he asked.

"Who is the king and who is the minister?" The young boy asked back.

"The king is my father, and the minister is my uncle."

"Don't let him kill."

"If I block it, I will die with my uncle." He stared at the young boy.

"Become stronger, kill the king."

He looked at the serious look of the young boy, and was amused: "You are my father."

"If a tiger eats its son, what is a father?"

He was happy.

Only a fool would dare to say such outrageous words.

The little boy didn't understand what he was laughing at, and followed him silly.

He laughed for a while, then took the boy's hand and said, "Come on, I'll take you up the mountain to play."

It is impossible for the little uncle to suddenly become invincible in the world, and it is impossible for him to withstand wave after wave of assassinations by first-class killers.

But Jiang Yuelou was right, he could 'anti-kill'.

If the emperor wants his blood to be used as medicine, he will definitely send someone to watch him in the dark to prevent him from disappearing within the emperor's controllable range.

So there must be the emperor's eyeliner around him.

He stood on the cliff and yelled towards the valley: "Uncle, you must come back safely. If you can't come back within three months, I will go to Huangquan Road to find you. I swear by blood and never break my promise."

The young boy tilted his head to think about the word 'Huangquan Road'. After thinking for a while, he said, "I heard that there are many Bianhua flowers blooming in Huangquan Road. They are fiery red and very beautiful. If you go to Huangquan Road, I will pick Bianhua flowers for you."

He thought it was funny and asked, "Can you weave a wreath?"

The young boy shook his head honestly: "No."

"I will," he said.

The young boy's eyes lit up: "Then I'll pick flowers, and you will weave a garland, and you will also weave one for your uncle."

Hearing this, Zhenle uttered a voice, and the depression of several days dissipated, "Okay."

This little spirit emperor didn't know the ways of the world yet, he didn't tell the little spirit emperor that what he yelled into the valley would soon reach the emperor's ears through secret whistles.

The emperor wants his blood to continue his life. His life is the emperor's life. His life is very precious. The emperor is reluctant to let him die, so his uncle can't die. The flowers on Huangquan Road can only be picked next time.

The earrings became hot, pulling him back from his long thoughts.

Gu Xiaofeng pinched the earrings, turned his head to look at the Qingmo figure leaning quietly on the tree pole, his light-colored eyes were the same as the young boy in his memory, but he didn't have the innocent look when he was asked to weave a wreath with flowers from the other shore.

Gu Xiaofeng felt a little blocked in his heart suddenly.

Chen Lele was still pulling his sleeves, Gu Xiaofeng bent down, put his hands on his knees, and looked at the little girl in front of him: "You really don't want Sifang City to be slaughtered, but you want Xing Yan to die, but it's not entirely for Sifang City, but for Sifang City." It's because you feel that Xing Yan betrayed you."

Chen Lele's hand gripping his sleeve tightened suddenly.

Gu Xiaofeng: "Little girl, it's right to be possessive, but if you pass it, you will become a demon. If you don't control your demons, you will breed hostility. And hostility is the nourishment of Xing Yan. If you want to kill Xing Yan, it will actually breed in your heart." Xing Yan's hostility is nourished."

Chen Lele frowned: "Don't Xing Yan deserve to die?"

Gu Xiaofeng: "Of course he deserves to die, but you have to figure it out, if you want him to die, is it for killing harm or for your own selfishness."

"If he dies, Sifang City can be kept. As for what kind of thoughts I have, what does it matter?"

"It's about who you become."

Chen Lele was stunned.

Gu Xiaofeng felt that Jiang Lou was looking at him, raised his eyes, and met Jiang Lou's gaze, he did not look away, and continued: "Also, he is not Xing Yan. It is the person your father and I trust the most— —Ghost general!"

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