I became the apex of my nemesis by acting

The next day, the sky was just slightly bright, and there was no one around the bed, and everything around was as before.

Only the jade pendant next to the pillow proved that Xue Beiwang returned again last night.

He picked up the jade pendant and looked at it. The front of the jade pendant had a phoenix pattern, and the back was engraved with the emblem of Chen Guo. Although he knew that the person who came this time was from Chen Guo, he only regarded it as an ordinary courtier's confidant.

Now I want to come to Xue Beiwang's surname is the surname of the royal family of Chen Guo. This jade-like royal family would not dare to wear it casually. Xue Beiwang is in his early twenties, and the prince of Chen Guo was deposed. For the throne, the princes are intriguing. Use the royal family of Wu to help.

With everything connected, Xue Beiwang's identity is self-evident.

There was a knock on the door outside the house, he put away the jade pendant, looked outside the door and said please come in.

A graceful woman handed the bamboo slips in front of him, he pinched the small bamboo tube with two fingers, brushed the upper and lower wax marks with the pulp of his thumb, put it in front of his nose and lightly sniffed, then stopped to signal the woman to leave.

He took the bamboo slips and got up and walked to the dressing cabinet, took out the white jade bottle, poured water into a small porcelain dish, opened the silver bracelet, poured out the white powder and mixed it evenly, the sealing wax on the top was immersed in the water and fell off naturally, he took out the paper inside Soaked, a line of beautiful characters appeared on it.

"His Royal Highness is sick and has not been in court for three days, please return to the palace as soon as possible. '

Seeing what was written on the paper, I couldn't help but sighed, and threw the paper into the porcelain vase next to it, and the light blue water engulfed the air bubbles to completely swallow the small piece of paper.

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At night, on the carriage entering Beijing, Bai Chengjue wore an iron helmet with a human face on his head. The iron mask covered his entire face from back to front. The white neck was rubbed back and forth by the mask, leaving a circle of faint red marks.

The carriage stopped outside the palace gate, and the servant helped the man off the horse.

Before he got on the prepared sedan chair, he stopped and coughed violently, and the servant at the side hurriedly relieved him.

"Prince Min's body should be well maintained in the palace, why would he go to the palace for three or two days?"

The servant at the side hurriedly saluted and said, "I have seen King Zhao."

Under the iron face, the man smiled slightly, but his eyes were calm: "It's just a minor illness, King Laozhao is worried, His Highness is still waiting in the bedroom, Cheng Jue can't stay long, so I will leave first."

After all, the eunuch who came to meet him helped King Min get into the sedan chair.

As soon as the front foot stepped into the bedroom, there was the sound of things breaking inside, Bai Chengjue sighed softly under the mask, and stopped to signal the little eunuch who was beside him to step back.

Approaching the room, the little emperor leaned half of his body on the bed with his elbows on the ground, and it was wonderful and funny to get together.

He touched the upper lip corner of the mask with his fingertips, and said softly, "Yanqiu, the corners of your mouth haven't been wiped clean yet."

The little emperor who had passed his hair tie was sitting on the couch, his eyes were timidly looking at Bai Chengjue, and his voice was small and thin as if under his tongue: "Little...Little Huangshu."

Bai Chengjue sighed softly, walked to the side of the bed and sat down, took out the square handkerchief in his hand and wiped off the oil stains on the corners of his lips: "Your Highness is the king, you must not..."

The little emperor covered his ears with his hands, and with his dark and bright eyes, he looked at Bai Chengjue with grievance: "Don't be gluttonous or greedy for pleasure, the little emperor has taught me enough words, don't say any more, let's talk about these two My ears are almost callused..."

He raised his hand, slightly bent his fingers, tapped his forehead and said helplessly: "To Yanqiu, these lessons may be a draft, and he never took them to heart."

"I remember, I remember all of them, but if I didn't say I was sick and couldn't make it to court for a few days, how could the little emperor come back to see me?"

The little emperor leaned closer to the iron helmet on Bai Chengjue's face, saw the bloody scar on his neck, frowned in distress, and covered both sides of the mask with his hands, "This iron helmet with a human face cut the uncle's neck open, Gu Mingri In the early morning, I ordered that the iron lump be removed from my uncle's face, such a beautiful face should be shown to others, how can it be covered up all the time."

Bai Chengjue turned his head to avoid it.

"The matter of the mask is the death order issued by the former emperor, and it cannot be changed. You must not mess around in the court." He took off the iron mask on his head while talking, revealing a face exactly like the oiran of Baihua Pavilion under the mask. "If you want to see it, I'll take it off where no one else is."

The little emperor raised his hand to touch his wound: "But..."

But he grabbed his wrist: "It's just a small injury, but if you stop the court because of mischief again and report nothing important, I will not enter the palace again."

"Yanqiu knows."

Bai Chengjue said: "Do you still want to eat elbows?" Bai Yanqiu nodded like pounding garlic, he lightly poked Bai Yanqiu's lips with a smile, "Just say I'm hungry, order someone to set up a banquet."

It was getting late after he had dinner with Bai Yanqiu in the palace, and after accompanying Bai Yanqiu to review the memorials that had been delayed these days, he softly coaxed the little emperor to sleep.

When leaving the palace, the second watch gong sounded, and following the sound of the gong, the head wearing the iron mask bumped to the side, and a shallow bloodstain was cut on the neck.

His fingertips brushed against the stinging spot, and taking advantage of the candlelight in the sedan chair, his thumb pushed away the scarlet stain on his index finger.

After this mask was executed with a stick, the first emperor ordered that even if she was buried in the future, she must wear this mask to walk with her.

If it weren't for being reduced to a pawn in the hands of others, the majestic seventeen princes disguised themselves as women and drank and laughed in the brothel, so they would have the opportunity to take off their masks to breathe.

He chuckled, remembering the most hated words of the late emperor before his death, "This foxy face is very similar to that bitch, it is perfect for paving the way for Qiuer", and he clenched his palms tightly in the past memories , Looking at the dying sick face on the sick bed, he just smiled and fed her soup.

He said softly: "After taking this medicine, it's time to end." The late emperor was speechless, his cloudy eyes looked at Bai Chengjue in disbelief, he smiled and wiped off the medicine stains on the late emperor's lips .

"Father, there is no need to worry. After your funeral, the empress will be with you, and you will not be alone."

On the bed, the king, who was about to die, kept making uh-uh bubbles in his throat, opening and closing his mouth silently cursing 'a terrible death', but unfortunately his body could no longer move.

Until he swallowed his last breath, his eyes still stared at him angrily, as if he wished to drag him to hell together.

Everything in the past, along with this iron helmet with a human face, can still be vividly remembered after the passage of time.

"My lord is here."

"Ah."

The servant put the horse stool away, helped Bai Chengjue get off the horse, and entered the courtyard. He gave up and drove away the servant who was following him, and walked towards the master bedroom alone.

As soon as he opened the door, the sharp blade stabbed at him. He hurriedly dodged to dodge, leaving a shocking scratch on his arm. He held the knife and refused to let it go, and then slapped his back. , Driven by inner strength, he held the door with his hands and vomited a mouthful of bright red, which stained the inner wall of the iron face, and a strong fishy smell wafted into his nostrils.

Taking advantage of the gap, he twisted the copper buckle on his body and flicked his fingertips forward, hitting the copper bell beside the bed, and the whole room made a tinkling sound.

Before the assassin's blade was slashed toward his back, several black-clothed shadow guards charged through the door, blocking his every step of the way.

He took a deep breath, leaned against the door wearily, and silently watched the man forced from the house to the house. Even though the force was high, he was still under the siege of top masters, shadow guards, and guards in the palace. , at a disadvantage.

The moonlight poured down, the veil on the assassin's face was lifted by the sword, and a familiar face came into view——Xue Beiwang

Xue Beiwang hurriedly grabbed Mengbu, the sword pierced through his shoulder, the sound of flesh being torn apart was accompanied by the sound of the sword colliding...

Seeing this, Bai Chengjue blew the dog whistle, and saw a man in similar clothes and wearing an iron mask jumping in from the window. He saw the injury on Bai Chengjue's arm, and the dagger in his cuff slashed fiercely at the same position on his body. Quickly swap places with it.

Under the fierce fighting, no one noticed at all.