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Only the emperor and empress can enter the palace where the emperors are worshipped, and all civil and military officials are waiting on both sides of the tomb passage of the emperor's mausoleum, waiting for the ceremony to end.

From the founding Emperor Gaozong to Yu Hanyi who "died of illness" in Julong Palace, the portraits of all the previous emperors of Dalu are hung in this palace.The ever-burning lamp in front of the altar went on and off together with the luck of Dalu's entire dynasty, making people who walked into this palace feel a little solemn in their hearts.

Qi Shiyu bowed a few times before the altar, then looked at the portrait of Emperor Zhaolie and asked Shen Tingyun: "Mengmeng, this is your father, do you look like him?"

Under Qi Shiyu's order, Shen Tingyun looked up at the portrait of Emperor Zhaolie.

In the portrait, Emperor Zhaolie was still a man in his prime, and he could see his heroism back then.As long as he could remember, he had never seen the man in the portrait. Even though he was convinced of his blood relationship with the other party, it was still difficult for him to identify with the other party's identity.

His father was always the frail scholar who read at night by an oil lamp in the thatched cottage.

Shen Tingyun was stunned for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he suddenly realized that the face of the man in the portrait was really similar to his own.

It's no wonder that during the few months of sitting on the throne, no one has ever doubted his identity - this face, even if it incorporates his mother's complexion, is still the face of the Yu family.It's a pity that the prince couldn't see it, and he was worried that he would be found to be a fake for no reason.

A gust of wind closed the door of the palace, and the courtyard suddenly became chaotic.Countless soldiers swung towards the palace, and the secret guards of the dark pavilion and the forbidden army resisted desperately outside the palace, and the clash of swords and swords triggered an ear-piercing clang.

Blood splashed all over the plain screen window, and even the light reflected into the hall through the window was tinged with crimson.The smell of blood overwhelmed the sandalwood burning in the palace, and filled every corner of the palace in a blatant manner.

"Mengmeng, what do you think we should do?" Qi Shiyu seemed to have anticipated today's situation, but he didn't look flustered. The feeling of strolling in the courtyard reminded Shen Tingyun of the generous and loving prince in the past.

There are more and more corpses outside the palace, and the Mobei army will soon rush into the palace.

Shen Tingyun smiled inappropriately.

It's good that he can finally be freed.

He untied the crown on his head that symbolized the heavy imperial power.He hoped that at least when he died, he could still be himself.Not anyone's son, nor anyone's substitute.

His name is Shen Tingyun, he chose the name himself, and he has lived for himself in this life.

Qi Shiyu hugged him tightly in his arms, smashed the crown to the ground, and the decorated pearls scattered like raindrops.Qi Shiyu touched his face with his palm, and asked softly, "Mengmeng, die with your husband, okay?"

Shen Tingyun nodded, and leaned lightly on Qi Shiyu's shoulder.

He thought that maybe he should hate Qi Shiyu, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that he still loves him.

Both hated him and loved him.

Qi Shiyu exhaled gradually, suddenly strangled his neck, and said coldly: "But, my king's Mengmeng is already dead, and you pushed him down from the top of the building, don't you remember, Shen Tingyun?"

"That day, you quarreled with him and pushed him down." Qi Shiyu whispered to Shen Tingyun in a ghostly voice, "You remember, you clearly remember, you killed him, it was you Do it."

No, no!Shen Tingyun's head almost exploded in pain.

Definitely not me, not me!

Suddenly, like thunder piercing the sky, Shen Tingyun suddenly remembered more things about that day.

Xiao Ai hugged herself, and for some reason, tried to push herself off the fence.

But Xiao Ai forgot that her elder brother was selected as the personal bodyguard to protect the prince, which means that his martial arts skills are unmatched in the entire palace. He, a young man from a romantic place, has no ability to push Shen Tingyun down.

During the entanglement between the two, the fence on the roof suddenly broke, and just like that, Xiao Ai fell downstairs under her own struggle and resistance.

Indeed...the one who pushed him down was indeed himself.

The silk thread tied to every joint of Shen Tingyun broke in an instant, and he collapsed to the ground like a puppet with broken threads.

Tears hit the ground, leaving rain-like trails.

How could I let Xiao Mi fall down?Obviously he knows how to do light work, why didn't he jump down to protect Xiao Ai?

Is it because of disappointment?Disappointed that her younger brother, who is connected by blood, tried to kill herself for the sake of her honor, and disappointed that Xiao Ai became full of scheming... It turned out that at that moment, I really thought about Xiao Ai's death.

"You remember it, right?" Qi Shiyu bent over to wipe away the tears from Shen Tingyun's face, took out a pill from his sleeve, and put it in his mouth.Shen Tingyun swallowed the pill and looked at Qi Shiyu blankly.

Qi Shiyu knelt in front of him, hugged him into his arms, and said softly: "Tingyun, do you know that I don't like Mengmeng at all. But I promised him since I was a child that I would marry him. It's not that I haven't done things that are capricious and contradictory, but I don't want to break my promise to him. Maybe it's because I don't want to let down the old self. I want to use this thing to remind myself from time to time. You see, you are not from a He was such a bad person in the beginning, and there were times when he was naive."

Shen Tingyun's waist and abdomen hurt suddenly, he curled up into a ball, Qi Shiyu lay on his back, and continued to speak in a low voice.

"I'm definitely not a good person. I'm always scheming, scheming people's hearts, scheming power, full of doubts about everyone, and constantly weighing the pros and cons of everything I do. Now think about it. Isn't it just calculating? I calculated his origin, calculated his blood, even though the calculation is far less than my sincerity in wanting to treat him well, but I still calculated."

"I have never been able to repay the kindness I owed him in my life. You killed him, so I can only kill you, one life for another, and you owe him." Qi Shiyu said, "But I also I owe you, so I will pay for your life. Yu Hanyi's soldiers are about to attack, I think he should have something to say to me, and I will go to you when I finish talking to him."

"Jingyun, wait for me on the road. In the next life, we will be ordinary people. You will be the young master, and I will serve you as a servant for the rest of your life. Do you agree?"

Shen Tingyun's stomach hurt for a long time, his voice was intermittent, and he could only hear what Qi Shiyu said later.

He shook his head desperately, no, I'd better not see you in the next life.If there is a next life, you must be reborn in an ordinary family, herding cattle, farming, and living the most ordinary life.

As time went by, Shen Tingyun felt that the pain gradually weakened, and blood gradually vomited out.

Probably he was really about to die.

He originally thought that he would die at the hands of his nephew whom he had never met before, but he didn't expect Qi Shiyu to do something to him in advance.

That's okay... Shen Tingyun thought.It is better to die in the hands of the prince than to die in the hands of others.In this way, on the road to Huangquan, even if you hate him, you only hate him.

Shen Tingyun's tears flowed out again, this time mixed with some blood, scratched on his face, leaving two red marks.

He didn't know what it was like to die, and he was also very afraid.

Father, mother, Xiao Ai... Shen Tingyun thought of those relatives who left him.

He also once had a home. In a small town outside of Kyoto, a hundred-year-old sycamore tree was planted at the door of his house.

Every flowering period, my mother would pick up lavender tung flowers on the ground and put them in her hair, and my father would smile and read a line or two that he couldn't understand to praise his mother's beauty.The younger brother would hide behind him, trembling with fright at the beetle crawling on the tree trunk.

But each of them is gone, only myself is left.

Shen Tingyun exhausted his last strength, and gently placed a kiss on Qi Shiyu's lips.

Qi Shiyu never kissed him, and he didn't dare to touch the prince.The last time I had lip-to-mouth contact with the lord was at the Lanfang Banquet on a drunken night.

Although it was not glorious and decent, he did not regret what he did that day at all.Every time he was tossed by Qi Shiyu on the bed until he almost passed out, he would miss that night.It's a pity that the gentle prince will never treat him like that again, and there is Xiao Ai's life between them.

Qi Shiyu's eyes widened, and he looked at Shen Tingyun in disbelief.

The moment his lips and teeth touched, he felt an extremely familiar breath—the breath that he had repeatedly remembered and could never forget.

But Mengmeng is obviously dead...

"Your father treats you badly, why don't you run away with me." In the snowy night, the young Qi Shiyu stretched out his hand to Fang Meng.

Fang Meng refused without thinking: "No, my brother is still there, I can't leave him alone."

Brother, by the way, he also has a younger brother, whom he cherishes extremely, and who would rather be beaten to death by his stepfather and go back to protect his younger brother.But Yuehua never mentioned anything about his brothers to himself.

Twin brothers naturally have almost the same breath.So at the Danzhu River, Yuehua had a slightly different atmosphere, not at all because of the changes in age and experience, but because he was not Fang Meng at all.

Yue Hua lied to himself.

"Mengmeng! You are Fang Meng!" Qi Shiyu finally realized his ridiculous mistake, but it was too late.

"...It's my fault that I didn't recognize you." Qi Shiyu hugged Shen Tingyun tightly, but the person in his arms was like a kite with a broken string, and even his breath was weak.

Shen Tingyun's consciousness has been blurred, but Qi Shiyu's hoarse cry miraculously reached his mind.He was a little surprised, isn't the prince born face-blind, how could he recognize himself?

Xiao Ai, brother didn't tell the prince, he recognized it himself, don't blame brother...

Qi Shiyu hugged Shen Tingyun who had completely closed his eyes, weeping uncontrollably.

Yu Hanyi stood next to Qi Shiyu who didn't know when, and looked indifferently at the absurd farce in front of him.

He has taken back everything that belongs to him, and he is here to fulfill what he said to Qi Shiyu that day.

"Aifei, come back with me when you are tired from crying."