After death I became the canary of the cruel prince

Wen Junping clenched his fists, his heart throbbed, and his eyes were sore for no reason.

There are no bones of the dead, but now they come to erect a tomb for him.

I really can't see that the dignified war king is not only good at killing people, but also acting decently.

If he didn't hear this, but other people might be really touched by his appearance, and they really think that he values ​​love and righteousness, and he is here to condolence Zheng Liang.

A burst of anger rushed from the chest to the top of the head.

He walked in angrily, and just as he stepped in, his sleeve was pulled.

"Young Master, can you do Xiaodao a little favor."

When Wen Junping turned his head, he saw a little Taoist boy in a Taoist robe, looking at him with a smile, holding a stack of thick books in his hand.

His interruption brought Wen Junping back to his sanity, he glanced back at Bei Gongzhi, squinted his eyes, and thought to himself, "Wait and see."

Bend down to help the little Taoist hold up the books, and followed him to the bookstore at the back.

The Book Pavilion is just behind the ancestral temple. After putting away the things, Wen Junping was about to leave when the little Taoist priest stopped him suddenly.

"Wen Junping, the master needs you to do something."

Wen Junping froze.

"The prince set up an ambush on the only way down the mountain. Your task is to lead him into the trail."

"Prince... want to kill Bei Gongzhi?" Wen Junping's heart tightened, not because of excitement, but nervousness.

"Do you think the prince sent you there just to entertain Bei Gongzhi?" the little Taoist snorted coldly.

"As long as Bei Gongzhi dies, you are free. Don't forget your identity."

After finishing speaking, the little Taoist continued to sort out the books, as if nothing had happened just now.

Wen Junping walked out of the Book Pavilion, from here he could see the direction of the downhill, now it was noon when the sun rose early and the mist cleared, and he could see a piece of plain white pear blossoms at the bottom of the mountain in full bloom.

Wen Junping pursed his lips and jaw, and closed his eyes.

There is nothing to hesitate, Beigong's death is exactly what he thinks.

"Why are you here!"

Mu Li came over, obviously looking for him.

"My lord is going down the mountain." After a lukewarm announcement, he turned and left.

Wen Junping hurriedly followed him, and before leaving, he looked back at the Xuanluan sword surrounded by incense on the altar, feeling a pain in his heart.

The moment he decided to besiege the city and ordered him to be skinned, the friendship between them ceased to exist!

It is difficult to go up the mountain, and the road down is not easy. The road from here to the Taoist temple is almost a vertical steep slope, and you may fall down if you are not careful.

Wen Junping walked behind, thinking about how to lead Bei Gongzhi to the path, when his foot slipped inadvertently.

Oops!

His body fell forward, and just when Wen Junping thought he was going to fall and break his arms and legs, his waist tightened and he was barely able to stabilize himself.

Wen Junping looked down at the hand on his waist, it was big and warm, and there was a shallow scar on the back of the hand.

"Thank you, Lord."

Wen Junping broke free from his palm, his voice muffled, his head bowed and his mouth was thankful, but he couldn't feel the slightest trace of gratitude, instead there was a trace of alienation and indifference.

Looking at the empty palm, Bei Gongzhi frowned, feeling displeased.

"If I knew you were so useless, I shouldn't have brought you here."

Striding forward, even he himself didn't know what kind of anger this was.

Wen Junping continued to follow, the way down the mountain was too steep, but fortunately a little Taoist came over and gave him a traction rope, so he went down the mountain smoothly.

The next road to go is a lot easier. When I came here, I walked up the tall stairs and when I went back, it was very easy to walk.

At the foot of the mountain, the pear blossoms were in full bloom. While waiting for his entourage to lead the horse, Wen Junping walked under a pear blossom tree, and a pear blossom petal fell into the palm of his hand. He gently touched it with his downcast eyes, his eyes soft.

"It's such a beautiful pear blossom, but it's a pity that it won't last long before it will wither."

These words seem familiar!

Bei Gongzhi was stunned, and turned his head in disbelief.

The mountain wind swayed the branches, and the white dots fell down. The young man looked at the petals in his palm, his thick and curly eyelashes drooping, and his red lips let out a sigh, like a little fairy who took pity on the flowers.

Under the pear tree, it is as beautiful as a picture scroll.

"The pear blossoms on the other side of the mountain are blooming beautifully. My lord, I want to go and see, okay..."

His tone was soft with expectation and longing, and his tea-blue pupils were like crystal-clear lakes under the sun, lingling and sultry.

Bei Gongzhi stood upright like this, his deep eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ink that had been worn for a long time from the inkstone, making it difficult for people to see through his thoughts.

After a while, he walked over and held out his hand.

Wen Junping lowered his eyes and put his hands in his palms, pretending to be timid, and fell into his arms with his palms tight.

"allow."

He picked him up by the waist.

Wen Junping was apprehensive, and carefully raised his eyes to look at him. The man's stern and cold side face had no waves, and he couldn't see through it or understand it.

The man put him on the horse's back, then turned over and sat up, his body was close to his, his arms passed through his waist, and he grabbed the rein, and the breath in his nose sprayed on the top of his head, which was warm.

The distance between the two of them has never been so close.

Today, Bei Gongzhi is a little abnormal. He didn't bother to touch him before, and even said that you are someone sent by the prince, reminding him over and over again to recognize his identity.

This sudden encounter now made Wen Junping uneasy.

He urged the horse to go in the direction Wen Junping pointed out.

The pear blossoms were in full bloom all the way, but Wen Junping didn't care to appreciate them, and he tightly grasped the mane on the back of the horse's neck.

The ambush set by the crown prince is right here, Bei Gongzhi, don't blame me, blame karma!

"Do you know why this king brought you here?"

Suddenly a man's voice came from his ear, and Wen Junping shook his head.

"You look a lot like him."

Wen Junping could feel the man looking at him, suppressed the heartbeat that was so tense that it almost jumped out of his throat, and asked, "Who do you look like?"

There was silence behind him, and the wind whistled past his ears. Although the sound was not loud, Wen Junping still heard those two words clearly.

"Zheng Liang."

On the ground, the man buried his nose in his hair and took a breath.

"Since they are so similar, then replace him and stay by my king's side."

Wen Junping's eyes widened. He, what is he talking about?

"Come to my king's bedroom tonight, and serve him in bed."

Wen Junping's brain short-circuited for a moment, and he was overwhelmed by repeated repetitions one after another. He turned his head and tried to determine whether he had heard wrong by looking at the man's expression.

"Whoosh!"

In the woods, a hidden arrow shot at him and destroyed the pear blossoms on the branches.

Wen Junping's pupils tightened, and he shouted out almost instinctively.

"careful!"

Bei Gongzhi hugged Wen Junping tightly and jumped off the horse. In an instant, countless swords shot the horse to death.

Shadows stirred in the woods, Bei Gongzhi guarded Wen Junping behind him, and scanned around.

"Come out."