Prince is a slave

In Irocar's heart.

His father invited the best doctor to treat Yi Xin, and like an angry lion, he forced the best spies in all of Yibei to search for those mysterious masked men who framed his second son.

But the spies almost turned the whole of Elbe upside down, and couldn't find out who those masked men were.

Of course you can't find it.

Yi Luojia now understood that those people, of course, could not be found.

They were sent by his father, how could they find out?

Thinking about it carefully, when his younger brother was kidnapped, the eldest son Yi Tao was seriously ill and unconscious, and the imperial physician tried his best, but there was nothing he could do.In the end, the king can only pin his hopes on the witchcraft.

At that time, what did the king tell the king?

...requires...the flesh and blood of a royal blood sacrifice.The sacrifice needs to be as old as the son, and must be male.

Iroja, who didn't dare to think about it anymore, trembled, hugged her knees tightly, curled up like a wounded little animal.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Not knowing why, Yi Xin came over and looked at him in bewilderment.Then he stretched out his hand and touched Iroka's forehead: "Are you... sick?"

Yi Luojia's body trembled suddenly, his younger brother's immature palms were soft and white, with a unique milky fragrance for children, but... they were incomplete.

Behind the ring finger, it was cut off obliquely in an ugly and weird way.The hideous scars formed pale marks.

Like a foul, dark mouth.

The person who opened this mouth and devoured the younger brother's severed finger was their father who was as tall as a god.

"Yi Xin." He stretched out his hand, pulled his younger brother who was still a little unsteady, and hugged him tightly in his arms, using so much force that his whole body was shaking, "Yi Xin..."

He hugged his younger brother tightly, stroking Yi Xin's soft hair and warm back with his hand, and rubbed his face deeply against his younger brother's shoulder. Ask: "Does it hurt?... Does it still hurt?"

The little child was stunned for a moment, then clumsily patted his elder brother's back with the hand with the broken little finger: "It doesn't hurt anymore, Dad found a very good doctor to see me... I don't care at all. It doesn't hurt anymore...really, brother, I don't hurt, I won't lie to you..."

"I know...you won't lie to me." Yi Luojia hugged him, his body was still shaking, it was so cold that even his bone marrow was cold, "Yi Xin...you won't lie to me... ...only you won't... only you won't lie to me..."

"Brother, what's the matter with you? You are so strange today."

"Liars... are all liars..." Yi Luojia's pale lips kept murmuring, "I don't believe in anyone... They are all liars... Yi Xin... From now on, my brother will only believe in you... Okay? Only you It's..."

The voice became softer and softer, and the teeth were chattering because of the bone-chilling chill: "Only you...Only you...Only you can't lie to me..."

The heart was frozen cold, the cavity, blood, texture, everything was completely buried in that cold winter.

Only an empty shell remains.

Iroka's father didn't teach him anything, but this man taught him to be "calm", "hard-hearted" and "abandon emotion".It was these three sharp knives that gave him a firm foothold in the turbulent and bloody political purge in Elbe.

But it was also these three bayonets that killed the flesh-and-blood Iloka many years ago, leaving a skeleton named "Ping Xijue" to walk around in the world.

The author has something to say: Sorry, I am currently experiencing the construction of a new socialist countryside. The signal of the wireless network card is too bad. It takes a long time to browse the webpage, and it is difficult to reply.

Tiger touch tiger touch~ Don't mind everyone, I'm going back to Hangzhou tomorrow, everything will be convenient when I go back to Hangzhou, Hangzhou...Waving a small handkerchief...I miss you...

31

31. Beasts and beasts in clothes...

Skeletons are not supposed to have feelings.

There should be no liking, no love, and no obsession.

These emotions were too heavy, weighing on his creaking bones, it would only destroy the broken body.

"..." Struggling to get out of the nightmare, Yi Luojia coughed a few times, vaguely seeing a pretty figure swaying beside the bed, and he called out in a hoarse voice, "...Cui Niang..."

"Yes, I'm here." The little girl didn't expect that Yi Luojia, who had been in a daze, would suddenly wake up and call her name. She couldn't help being surprised and happy, and she knelt down in front of the sick bed in panic and asked. , "My lord, you, are you feeling better?"

Yi Luojia opened his clear water-blue eyes and said in a low voice, "...Go...get a pen and paper."

Cuiniang was stunned for a moment, although she didn't know what Iroja was going to do, she still took the pen and paper according to his instructions, and polished the ink to offer it.

"Help me up."

"My lord, the imperial physician has ordered that the poisonous saliva lingers in your heart, you can only lie down and recuperate in peace, and you must not move around."

Yi Luojia closed his eyes, with a very indifferent expression on his face, and repeated again: "Help me up."

Cuiniang had no choice but to follow the law.As soon as Yi Luojia sat up, he began to cough violently, not to mention the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and even the bandages binding his chest were showing red dots, Cui Niang was terrified and said in a voice: " Lord Pingxi, you—"

"It's okay." Iroka wiped the blood off his lips, took a breath, took the pen from Cuiniang, dipped some ink on the inkstone, and wrote on the spread out rice paper.

Due to his severe illness, Iloka's hands were trembling, and when he finally wrote to the end, his hand slipped, and the pen fell straight onto the paper, and the ink on the end of the pen wetted and stained the letter he had just finished writing. .

Cuiniang stared blankly at the ink blobs getting bigger and bigger on the paper, looked at Yi Luojia in a daze, and asked in a low voice: "My lord...what, what should I do?"

"..."

Yi Luojia closed his eyes, but his throat was full of fishy sweetness. He covered his mouth and coughed for a long time before his eyes became red and wet, and he said in a low voice: "...Forget it, Cui Niang, make a copy for me."

"Yes." Cui Niang hurriedly replied, and stepped forward to help Iroka again, "My lord, please lie down and rest, if you need anything, just ask me to come."

Yi Luojia smiled weakly, but his expression looked extremely tired: "Then it will be hard for you..."

"Where is it, these are what slaves should do." Cui Niang's eyes were red, and she supported Iroka to lie back, "My lord, take good care of your illness, and when you get better, this servant will cook your favorite drink for you." Spicy Fish Head Casserole..."

Yi Luojia lowered his eyes: "That's really good... I haven't eaten the most authentic fish head stew for a long time, you must remember to put more pepper and pepper."

"Well, I must remember."

Yi Luojia tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head again: "That's all. Let's put less, he... doesn't like spicy food."

"My lord." The tip of Cuiniang's nose was slightly red, "...if you really can't let Mr. Su go, this servant can go find him and let him accompany you well."

"No need." Iroja said lightly, "...I don't need sympathy, let alone praying to others. I have followed my father's teachings, and I have been a well-behaved noble all my life. Even in the end, I will Hope to keep going as well.”

"grown ups……"

Iroka cast his eyes out of the window, and the bright and delicate winter jasmine flowers in the courtyard were just in bloom. He looked at them, and a bitter and powerless smile gradually appeared on his pale face. He murmured: "...the nobleman of Elbe , must stand high, this is the dignity of the royal family... It has been like this since ancient times. I am also... no exception."

The letter written by Iroca dipped in ink when the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry was addressed to his uncle, Duke Wende.Uncle Wende was one of the pawns who followed his father to plot the establishment of an heir. He did not have a good relationship with Iroja, but they were both polite and tacit, and the atmosphere was quite delicate.

Uncle Wende, like his father, is the kind of old aristocrat who stubbornly sticks to the old ways. Back then, he obstructed the new coup in every possible way, and now he is also constraining the king, Yi Tao. Today's Holy Majesty rejects some new laws that "all peoples are one people", which means obliterating the reforms of the previous kings.

Iroka had been doing nothing all along, occasionally fighting for the king, and when he asked about political affairs, he used ambiguous excuses to dismiss them all, and no one could offend him.Both the old and the new factions couldn't figure out which camp Viscount Ping was in, but they couldn't do anything about him.

But now this letter...

As Cui Niang copied it, she couldn't help being frightened, and even her fingertips began to feel slightly cold.

"Did you finish copying?"

"The copying is over." Cui Niang put the letter into a thin bamboo tube and sealed it with wax, but she didn't even dare to lift her head.

"Do you know what to do?"

"...Give it to...Give it to Uncle Wende."

"It's good to know." Yi Luojia nodded, and said weakly, "Then let's go quickly, Uncle Wende's mansion is far away, you should eat something to fill your stomach first, and then go on the road."

Cuiniang panicked and said: "No need, my lord, the servants should go and return early."

Yi Luojia was silent for a while, then closed his eyes wearily, and said lightly: "...Okay, then go on your own. Be careful on the road."

"Thank you for your concern, sir."

Yi Luojia nodded: "Back off and call Lao Liu in. I have something to tell him."

Cuiniang went down slowly as instructed, and after a while, Steward Liu opened the door and came in, stood beside Yi Luojia's sick bed, bowed his head and said, "My lord, are you looking for this old slave?"

"...Come here with your ears."

Butler Liu bent down, and Yi Luojia whispered in his ear: "Old man