Prince is a slave

Thinking of this, Yi Luojia smiled. He saved his life. With Lin Ruizhe's character of repaying every revenge and repaying every kindness, he should no longer be jealous of Su Yue.

In the end he was an outsider.

Yi Luojia thought it was ridiculous, since when did he become a moon old man?So selfless, so indifferent, he sent the prey he got to others.

...I'm really not reconciled...

He coughed a few times, and a sweet liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth.

He dipped a little with his finger and brought it under his eyelids.

It was bright red, extremely warm.

30

30. Broken finger, the past...

"How is he?" After Su Yue came out, Ye Yun, who was waiting for him in the lobby, asked, "How is he?"

Su Yue shook his head.

Cuiniang made a pot of tea for them, and said: "The sword that stabbed Sir is poisoned, the wound won't heal in a while, even the imperial physician can't do anything."

Su Yue lowered his head and said nothing, his heart was filled with Lin Ruizhe's shabby eyes and gritted teeth on Half Moon Island a few days ago.

At that time, Lin Ruizhe said to the corpse of the mainland infantry regiment, "I will never let Yi Luojia go."

He thought that Lin Ruizhe was an upright gentleman, and even if he wanted revenge, he would fight with swords and swords with dignity.But he didn't expect that person to be so insidious as to assassinate Iroka with a poisoned blade.

People's thoughts are really a pool of water that can never be seen through.

After returning to the mansion with Ye Yun, Su Yue was absent-minded in everything he did, often staring in a daze at the empty courtyard.Ye Yun came back from the court meeting every day, and took the initiative to tell him about Yi Luojia's situation. He heard that his condition was not optimistic for several days. .

He was even a little afraid that one day Ye Yun would bring back the news of Ping Xijue's death.

Su Yue felt that he should do something and strive for something, instead of sitting so stupidly, rigidly guarding in the sun, waiting for the final verdict.

But he found that he didn't know what else to do, he seemed...except for killing people, he couldn't do anything.

Nothing can be done.

"The poison in Ping Xijue is difficult to remove, and his body is like a jar full of holes. No matter how many medicine jars go in, it will leak out." Ye Yun said, "The housekeeper Liu in his house went to the hospital today. Going to the coffin shop on Baili Street, I guess it's time to start taking care of the funeral."

"...Cooking...funeral matter?" Su Yue looked at Ye Yun stiffly and repeated with difficulty.

Ye Yun nodded, resting her chin on her hand: "Really...he killed the entire mainland infantry regiment in a flash. I didn't expect the retribution to come so soon."

Su Yue looked at Ye Yun: "That poison... really can't be cured?"

"It can't be solved. The poison is very bizarre, and it doesn't seem like the method used by the Elbe people to poison." Ye Yun said, "If you want to crack it, it will be useful to find the poisoned assassin, but even if he Find out, according to Ping Xijue's current situation, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on..."

Yi Luojia was lying on the bed, coughing up blood and coughing badly for the past few days, and his throat was filled with a fishy-sweet smell.Sleeping on the side can't breathe smoothly, so I can only lie flat and use pillows to prop up my back.

When he was dying, he always had some vague dreams, and those dreams burned with a light and brittle color like fine snow, silently falling on the tile cracks of memory, and falling on his light golden eyelashes.

"Elbe has not been peaceful for the past two years." The person who spoke in the memory was his father, but the years had washed his facial features into a hazy color like smoke and sand, and Iroka couldn't remember exactly what he looked like. There is only a thin and tall shadow, which looks like a god in the sun.

"The king is so important that he is obedient to his words. The new laws of Elbe have been promulgated and implemented throughout the territory, and those low-level subjects have begun to look at no one one by one. ..." Uncle's voice softened, he quietly put his hands around his neck, and made a beheading gesture.

My father smiled, but narrowed his light blue narrow eyes dangerously: "You are worrying too much. No matter how arrogant and domineering the New Deal is, it will take at least another hundred years to threaten the power of the old nobles, and at that time , you and I are no longer in this world."

"I really don't understand." Uncle sighed, "All people are equal, and everyone is equal. Why does the king believe in such deceptive rumors?"

The father just smiled, and the expression on his face was very indifferent: "It doesn't matter what the king thinks. The important thing is the two sons."

Uncle was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his voice: "What do you mean...could it be..."

"This kind of king, let him die as soon as possible." The father said cruelly, "After he dies, it is up to the crown prince to decide whether or not to continue the New Deal."

"But the two sons are not like each other. The eldest son has a very close friendship with you. If he becomes the prince, you only need to do a little bit in the future to make the New Deal only an empty shell. But if you become the prince It's the second son..."

The father shook the amber liquid in the glass lightly, and smiled gently: "No, there is no Second Young Master, the only one who can walk to the throne... is Yi Tao."

The uncle was surprised: "You... what do you mean?"

But the father stopped talking, his eyes were looking at the heavy snow falling quietly outside the window, his face was extremely calm, he was very beautiful standing by the window holding a wine glass, with slender legs, tight waist, wide With straight shoulders, he was wearing a legally laundered military uniform, and his light blond hair was well-combed and meticulous.

"...Come on, Yi Tao...let me see, will the dog I have raised for many years look up to me?" He murmured, his slender fingers gracefully tipped over the wine glass, pouring the crystal clear wine inside. The fruit wine was poured out of the window, "Yi Tao, don't let uncle down... I... value you more than my own son, otherwise, why do you think Xiner's left little finger was broken? Hehe... "

"Snapped."

Suddenly, the Bogu shelf shook, and a small black copper gilt smoker placed on the farthest edge fell off the shelf. Iroka, who was hiding in the dark, fell down and sat under the dazzling light, with strands of blond hair awkwardly blocking the small In front of his face, a pair of light blue eyes widened, staring at his aloof father in disbelief.

There was a moment of dead silence, and none of the three spoke.

It's just that Yi Luojia could clearly see that his father looked at him with eyes so cold that they were like frozen rivers. The strange and unpredictable blue color was frozen at the bottom of his eyes, and there was a bit of obvious killing intent. .

In the end, the uncle smoothed things over with a smile: "Lorja, why did you come here to play? Your father is drunk, and I'm going to persuade him to go back and rest..."

Iroka was still sitting on the carpet, staring blankly at the tall and straight man.

As if never knew him.

"...Send him to his mother." After a long time, the father put down his wine glass and said coldly to his uncle, "This kid is getting more and more unruly, and he ran into my room casually. Tomorrow, I will be fined for one day without eating, and I will face the wall and think about my mistakes."

Iroka was still staring at his beautiful light blue eyes, but there was already crystal clear warm liquid swirling in the eye sockets, he clenched his teeth, his cheeks puffed up, trying desperately not to let the tears fall.

At last he held back, and he didn't cry until his uncle sent him to his mother's room.

But he quietly threw a freshly bloomed red plum in his hand into the snow.It was originally taken off by him to give to his father.

Not anymore.

It turned out that Yi Xin's little finger was broken like this.

Yi Luojia still remembers that day he and his younger brother went to play in the Wild Pine Grassland. On the grassland, galloping horses, goshawks soaring, and soft blooming flowers competed for splendor. From time to time, you could see a brown hare with erect ears and an alert face, staring at the round His eyes fluttered and jumped away.

Yi Xin and him were so excited to watch that they ran out of their parents' sight before they knew it.

Then they heard thunderous rumbling horseshoes, flying horse tails, and fluttering manes in the distance. The group of people rode tall horses, and their iron hooves trampled on the withered and scorched barnyard grass, raising choking dust.

"Catch them! Catch that little one!" Someone in the crowd yelled, but Iroka didn't know who was yelling. All the people in the group were wearing black clothes, covering their faces, with two eyes exposed. With a cold and fierce light.

"Brother!" While fleeing in a hurry, Yi Xin fell on the grass and shouted to him in panic, "Brother!"

He turned back with an almost ashen face, but those men had already carried Yi Xin onto the horse's back, the sound of their hooves was loud, and they traveled as swiftly and swiftly as lightning.

When Yi Xin was found, it was already two days later.His small body was wrapped in a warm brocade quilt, his face was dirty with dry tears, he was held tightly in his arms by his uncle, and sent to his mother whose eyes were swollen from crying.

The mother hugged her younger brother, kissed and patted her brother lightly, with crystal teardrops on her eyelashes, she kept muttering, "It's fine, it's fine..."

But when Yi Xin opened his eyes and vaguely saw his mother, father and brother, he just stared at those blue eyes, and after a long time, he said hoarsely: "Mother...it hurts... "

pain?Where does it hurt?

his father asked him nervously and concernedly.

But the little child can only repeat helplessly: "Mom... I'm in so much pain..."

He opened the brocade quilt that wrapped Yi Xin, and carefully examined his injuries. When his father saw Yi Xin's broken little finger covered with a thick layer of blood boils, the sound of a trapped animal pierced his heart and lungs, but he couldn't help it. The extremely dull roar exploded like a dull thunder