dim lights

At the climax of the moon, a man jumped over the guarding soldiers and entered the small building hidden under the banana leaves.

The man was dressed in a water-colored robe, his long hair was combed neatly, and even the footsteps entering the small building were orderly.

The man first knocked on the door of the small building twice, seeing no one answered, then knocked a few more times, the voice was more urgent than before, mixed with a bit of impatience.

"Ming'er, it's me, open the door." The man finally stopped knocking on the door, and shouted gently into the building, but fortunately, his voice was not as impatient as the knock on the door.The moonlight shone on the railing, illuminating half of the man's face.

This is a very handsome man, with a face like a crown of jade, a gentleman's arrogance and humility blended together, his appearance alone can make people know his extraordinary origin.The man is none other than Canghong, the eldest prince of Yingyang Kingdom and the future master of this country.

Finally, there was a sound from the unlit small building, and it was actually a man's voice.

"Get out! I won't see anyone!" The male voice was hoarse and low, with a bit of weakness. The owner of the voice should have been ill for a long time.

Cang Hong seemed unaware of the voice of resistance coming from the building, and glanced at the guards following him, who kicked open the door blocking him directly.

The door has been somewhat damaged. It seems that things like tonight's violent break-in will happen every three to five times.

Canghong got his wish and entered the small building.

There was a man in a wheelchair in the small building. His long hair was loose and his cheeks were so thin that he almost lost his face. It was impossible to tell whether his face was handsome or ordinary.

Cang Hong approached the man, kneeling in front of the wheelchair, with his hands on the man's knees, looking gentle and pious.

"Ming'er, why are you losing your temper again?" Cang Hong asked warmly.

"Canghong! It's all your and your father's fault that I've fallen to this point! Stop putting on a show for me here!"

Cang Hong ignored the man's furious appearance, held the other's hands, interlocked his fingers, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Ming'er, you must know that as a remnant of the previous dynasty, if you want to survive, you must gain everyone's trust. I agreed with my father to send you to the capital to save you."

"But I will never forget that when I came back from Kyoto, you were the one who blinded my eyes and crippled my legs." The man in the wheelchair said coldly.Only through the faint moonlight can I see clearly, it turns out that the man's eyes are invisible.

If Shen Tingyun still remembered the dark days in Kyoto, or Qi Shiyu could recognize the identity of other people by their appearance, they might be able to easily identify the man in the wheelchair.

He was the Cang Ming who was supposed to be killed by Wei Qingze's Mobei Army in the Imperial Mausoleum together with everyone in the Dark Pavilion.

Alone in a foreign land for more than ten years, he was dispatched to disrupt the situation of the Da Lu Dynasty. Once he returned to his hometown, Cang Ming failed to receive awards and honors. Instead, his elder brother who had admired him for many years had his legs amputated by himself, poisoning his eyes. Locked in the building, it is not as good as ordinary birds for people to enjoy, how could he not hate it?

He has already seen through now that he is just a tool used by the other party. After losing his value, he can't even do it alone.It's ridiculous that he had naively believed in the other party, thinking that when the other party's gentle eyes looked at him, what he said would be true.

Cang Ming calmed down for a moment, and asked, "I heard that there are guests today? It was a big battle, and I heard the guards talking across the small building."

"It's the priest and the leader's wife of the Zhu Ming Sect." Cang Hong said, "I tricked them into bringing the sacred object of the sect. The sacred object has been lost for so long that even Zhu Ming Sect's own people don't know what it is for. "

"What's the use?" Cang Ming didn't care, but asked following Cang Hong's words.He and Cang Hong had nothing to say for a long time.

Cang Hong: "The sacred object is called the Gold Extraction Vase, but what is extracted is not gold and silver, but Gu Kings. Gu Kings are rare, and can only be cultivated with the Gold Extraction Vase."

"What do you want to do with Gu King?" Cang Ming smiled.Canghong has ambitions, but compared with his old master, he is still far behind.

"King Gu can heal human flesh and bones. With it, your eyes and legs can recover."

Cang Ming suddenly used all his strength to push Cang Hong's hands that were holding him tightly away, waved his hands frantically, and hit Cang Hong, helpless and desperate.

"These legs, these eyes, are all useless by you! What's the use of trying to find the Ghost Gu King now!" Cang Ming roared, trying to get out of the wheelchair that accompanied you, but fell to the ground. Before, he was hugged by Cang Hong, unable to move any more.

Cang Hong kissed his temple hair, forcibly calming down the restless man in his arms.

"Father promised me that only by turning you into what you are now, can he be completely at ease and save your life." King Yingyang's throne did not come justifiably. The only prince under him, King Yingyang, neither dared to kill at will, nor dared to let him go, so he could only let his son find a way to solve it.

Cang Ming knelt helplessly in Cang Hong's arms, and said in despair: "The bronze mirror was broken, and you just remembered to put it back together again. But a broken mirror is broken, even if you have the ability to change the appearance After it’s fixed, don’t those cracks exist anymore?”

Cang Hong couldn't answer Cang Ming's question, he knew he was a cowardly person, he would only obey his father's orders, he didn't have the bloody spirit to kill decisively, so he couldn't even protect the one he liked.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine." Cang Hong said.What he said was not what Cang Ming wanted to hear, but what he wanted to see.

Cang Ming laughed softly.

"I remembered that when I was in Kyoto, in order to meet your so-called requirements, I planned to force a person who regarded me as a friend to become a hanging silk puppet to be slaughtered. Thinking about it, I will fall into a similar situation. It can be seen that the retribution is not good. I deserve it."

Cang Hong kissed him, as if he had never heard these words.

In the early morning of the next day, there was an extra letter in Shen Tingyun's residence, and the letter quietly appeared on the small table beside his bed. It was unknown who put it there, and when it was put there.

Shen Tingyun opened the letter, and was taken aback for a moment.There was nothing superfluous in the letter, it only said that we would meet at Jiaoxia Xiaolou tonight.

Shen Tingyun didn't know why he came, and he couldn't make up his mind whether he should go to the appointment, so he took the letter to find Qi Shiyu.Since it is considered exhaustive strategy Qi Junlang, he can naturally give the most appropriate opinion.

Qi Shiyu looked at the letter for a moment, and said, "Why don't you go and have a look. We are in the Yingyang Palace, and no one dares to do anything to us in theory. The person who wrote the letter is an enemy or a friend, and you can tell it at a glance... But To be on the safe side, I will go there with you tomorrow."