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body, staring viciously at the corpse in front of him, and slowly loosened his clenched fists, but those 'blood-stained' eyes became more and more red.

Xiao Luan, did you see that your son was killed by me, Xiao Yan, do you feel very sad and sad?However, this is not over yet, I will let you have a good taste, what is──

Mourning──Child──Pain

Xiao Yan tore off the mask covering his face, flung it on the ground viciously as if venting, then walked up to Xi Shuchen who was not far away, quickly glanced at the bleeding wound on his waist, and spoke very quickly. After reaching out his hand and tapping near his chest, he got up and left.

Under the moonlight, the robes of the deceased emperor were gradually stained red with blood, lying in the weeds like a puddle of mud. Maybe it won't be long before a group of inhumane wild dogs will gather here and kill his flesh. Eat up, drink up the blood.It's so tragic that a generation of kings ended up like this!

That night, after Xiao Yan left Tiefengpo, he went straight to Ghost Valley.After seeing Xiao Baorong, the two did not return to the small thatched cottage where they lived, but hired a carriage and drove straight to Jiankang, the capital of Daqi.

In March 501 AD, Xiao Baorong ascended the throne of God, called Emperor Qihe, only 3 years old.

It was early spring, but for some reason, the flowers and plants in the palace bloomed more beautifully than those outside the palace, and even the sound of birds chirping was more crisp and melodious.

Sitting in an octagonal gazebo, Xiao Baorong took a cup of warm tea from the stone table and handed it to his mouth, looking thoughtfully at the green lawn in front of him and the small pale white flowers growing in it, in a daze .

Although he didn't open his mouth to ask Xiao Yan, he knew that his brother was in danger.But why did that person let him be the emperor? Wouldn't it be better to do it yourself?Also, almost half a month has passed since that day, why didn't Xiao Yan take brother Yujue back to the palace?

These questions have been lingering in his mind, and he can't even sleep peacefully.

Xiao Baorong was thinking about it, his wrist shook suddenly, the tea cup tilted, and the water flowed onto the hem of his clothes.

"Emperor, Your Majesty!" The two pink-clothed court ladies who had been standing behind him all the time were shocked, looking at the tea stains that were slowly fainting, they didn't know what to do.Although Xiao Baorong was not good at talking and laughing, but his appearance was calm and gentle. It stands to reason that the two court ladies should not be afraid of being like this.

But the prime minister had ordered that if there was any incompetence in serving the emperor, the nine clans would be punished immediately, so the two of them panicked.

"What's wrong?" A deep and cold voice came, with a strong deterrent force, instantly enveloped the entire octagonal pavilion.

"Xiao, Prime Minister Xiao──" the two maids knelt down on the ground as if they had seen a ghost when they saw the person, and shouted verbally.

Xiao Yan wore a Qingyun brocade robe today, and stepped on a pair of black brocade boots embroidered with tiger patterns. With a heavy face, he slowly walked up the stone steps, squinting slightly as he watched Xiao Baorong put the tea on the table. Stains, coldly made a sound.

"How do you two court ladies do things? Didn't you tell you to serve the emperor well? Now the emperor's coat is soaked in tea stains, why don't you wipe it off quickly, what are you kneeling here for?"

"Yes, yes, the prime minister, the prime minister forgives the sin, the slave, the slave realizes the mistake, the slave will wipe it now—"

Xiao Baorong stared straight ahead, and did not look up at Xiao Yan's face, but he could hear the man's voice clearly tinged with anger.

"It's none of your business, I accidentally got the water up—" Xiao Baorong said, waving his hands, "You all go back first!"

Although the emperor opened his mouth, the two maids still looked up at Xiao Yan's cold face.

"Didn't you hear the emperor's words? The emperor told you to retreat, why don't you hurry up and do so?"

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty, Prime Minister Xiao, the servants will leave—" the two maids retreated tremblingly and left in a hurry.

Bao Rong didn't speak, and then slowly put the teacup back on the stone table, and then began to focus on the lawn again.

Xiao Yan sat down opposite him, looked sideways at Bao Rong's delicate profile, and the frost in his eyes began to melt slowly.

"I heard that the beauties I sent to the emperor's bedroom last night were all crying, and were driven out by the emperor—" Xiao Yan's tone became more serious every time he said the word "emperor", and the corners of his lips twitched. A faint smile said, "Why, does the emperor think that the beauties I have chosen are not beautiful enough, or is it that the emperor is not interested in women? If so, I will prepare a few male favorites for the emperor tonight , I don't know what the emperor thinks?"

Sleeper

Bao Rong didn't answer right away, but lowered his eyelids slightly, but there was a ripple in his seemingly calm eyes.

"I can give you the throne."

Xiao Yan's hand clasped on the stone table twitched violently, he got up quickly and stepped in front of Xiao Baorong, bent down and covered him under his body, with a trace of loneliness in his deep voice .

"Do you know how many people are coveting the seat you are making now? Those princes and ministers, princes and nobles, there is no one who is not greedy for it, but now you can say so easily to give up the throne to others. Why?"

Xiao Baorong's face was still calm, and he didn't know why he was so calm in the face of him now. After thinking for a long time, he came to an uncertain conclusion, that is - he was used to all of this, and he was used to being intimidated by him. Find your own peace in it.

"Not everyone aspires to be emperor."

"Among these people—does that include you?" Xiao Yan said slowly, stroking her smooth and delicate cheek with one hand, "Tell me, why do you hate being the emperor so much?"

The moment the cold fingers touched his cheeks, Xiao Baorong couldn't help trembling slightly all over his body. This strange yet familiar feeling made him unconsciously recall the thing he was being played with.

He hated Xiao Yan, but he couldn't hate him, and even a terrible thought gradually emerged from the bottom of his heart, that he was longing to be touched by this man?

Bao Rong shook his head reflexively, with unnatural shock spreading across his face.

"Why are you shaking your head? I'm asking why you hate being an emperor?" Xiao Yan frowned slightly, his eyes stained with displeasure, "But you shook your head at me? Or, you didn't want to answer this question at all, so you shook your head. Do you want to use this to perfuse me?"

"If you don't want to be an emperor, you just don't want to do it. There is no reason. Do you understand? I don't want to do it──" Xiao Baorong knocked Xiao Yan's hand off and shouted loudly as if losing his mind.

Xiao Yan didn't allow him to finish his words, and rubbed him into his arms, pressing his face tightly against his chest.

"Does being the emperor really make you feel so scared? Why can't you feel at ease with me by your side?"

"Uh...uh..." Xiao Baorong flapped his hands indiscriminately, rubbing his face against the man's chest, trying to open his mouth, but what he ate into his mouth was warm clothes.

"Now, you just need to be your emperor with peace of mind. You don't need to escape or be afraid. Leave everything to me." Xiao Yan said softly, and slowly stroked Bao Rong's hair with a big hand , but the smile on his lips made people feel cold, and there was even a faint hint of---deception?

Just when Bao Rong thought he was going to suffocate to death, Xiao Yan let go of his tightly locked arms.While Bao Rong was sucking in oxygen, he raised his hand and slapped Xiao Yan on the face.

There was a burning pain in the palm of his hand, he tightened his fist, and turned around quickly not to look at Xiao Yan.

It was clearly early spring, but Baorong felt that it was colder than severe winter, and even the breath he exhaled seemed to be condensed into a cloud of white mist.

"Your majesty, you are tired. I will take you back to the bedroom to rest!" Xiao Yan's voice was not angry at all, but the expressionless face made people feel even more frightened, as if before the storm came, the A short but frighteningly peaceful night.

Bao Rong didn't refuse, and after being escorted all the way back to the dormitory by Xiao Yan, he just sat on the bed, curled up like a newborn baby, until it was dark, and there was a low knock on the door outside the dormitory.

Immediately afterwards, there was a creaking sound of the door being pushed, Xiao Baorong sat up quickly when he heard the movement, and saw several eunuchs carrying a man wrapped in brocade came in.

Xiao Baorong has seen a lot these days, so he is not surprised.

After the eunuchs put the servants on the dragon bed, they knelt on the ground and said: "Your Majesty, today this beauty is personally selected by Prime Minister Xiao. The prime minister said, please enjoy it slowly."

"I got it, you all go back first!" After all, he is the king of a country, so Xiao Baorong's gentle tone also carried a trace of majesty.

"Yes, the slave will leave."

After the two eunuchs went out, Bao Rong didn't even look at Jin Bei beside him, and said lightly, "Go back, I'm not in the mood tonight."

After the voice fell, there was no reaction from the brocade quilt, only faint breathing could be heard.

"I don't need a servant. You go back and tell Prime Minister Xiao that he will not send anyone here in the future, and you will not come again in the future."

This time, the brocade quilt squirmed a little, but there was still no sound.

you lie down!

"Didn't you hear what I said? When I told you to get up, what are you still doing under the quilt? Xiao Yan, Prime Minister Xiao, do you do whatever he tells you? He told you to die, don't you Die too?" Xiao Baorong was so angry that he no longer knew what he was talking about. He only hoped that the person on the bed