Lord, I will write novels to support you

Zhu Wenqi sat in the main hall of the East Palace, with the confession letter that Zhu Changcun asked Zhang Huan to show him.

Zhu Changcun sent a message, saying that he gave Zhu Wenqi two choices: one is to sign the confession, give up his position as the crown prince, and go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to look for him; , take his head.

There was no trace of blood left on Zhu Wenqi's face, his lips were ashen, and his trembling hands tightly held the teacup.

With a crackling sound, the teacup shattered directly in his hand, and the porcelain shards pierced his palm and fingers, and dark red blood flowed down his wrist, staining the confession letter red.

Several servants came forward in a panic when they heard the movement, and wanted to call the imperial doctor to treat the wound for Zhu Wenqi.

"roll--!"

Zhu Wenqi directly threw the blood-stained pieces of porcelain on the servant, and shouted loudly, "Go away!"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has always been gentle with others, regardless of high or low, he can treat people with humility.

It was the first time that all the palace guards in the palace saw such a ferocious prince, they all panicked in fright and retreated outside the palace in a mess.

In the empty hall, only Zhu Wenqi was sitting alone on the carved chair. Apart from his own panting, there was only the dull sound of dripping blood.

A pair of thin hands gathered Zhu Wenqi's dripping blood, gently wiped the dark red blood with a handkerchief, and wrapped it up carefully.

"Brother Zechen, go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to find my father." Zhu Mu's eyes were already blurred by tears, and he spoke with a strong cry, "Uncle Huang was poisoned by me. Take it all on me, and help my brother keep the crown prince."

Zhu Wenqi looked at Zhu Mu with a pair of dull eyes, and was not moved by Zhu Mu's words to save him, but sneered loudly, "Do you think that you can keep my position as the heir apparent if you take the crime away? Zhu Mu, don't be so naive, even if you die in front of your father right now, he won't let me go."

Zhu Wenqi's word "death" has a strong accent, as if telling Zhu Mu clearly that he doesn't care about her life or death at all.

Zhu Mu was frightened by this strange and creepy prince, and put down his hand, "Brother Zechen, do you... really like me?"

Zhu Wenqi removed the blood-stained handkerchief she wrapped around her hand, and slowly threw it in front of Zhu Mu, "never, never."

Zhu Mu shook his head as if his soul had been taken away by someone, and took half a step back, his heart ached so badly, he raised his hand to grab the skirt of his clothes, but he still couldn't find his own breath.

Zhu Wenqi looked coldly at Zhu Mu's swaying thin body, with no emotion in his eyes, "If you weren't Zhu Changcun's daughter, I definitely wouldn't look at you more."

"Why..."

Zhu Mu knelt on the ground, as if his heart had been dug out and he lost his mind.

Yao Bing stepped in from the gate of the palace, and stopped at the gate, not knowing whether he should go forward or not.

Zhu Wenqi stood up, bypassed Zhu Mu, and walked slowly towards Yao Bing, "Why did the emperor get that article?"

How the situation has developed now, Yao Bing expected, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince already knows very well.

When the prince tried to suppress the novel that was spread among the people, he was doomed to fail.

In this game, if you make a wrong move, you will lose everything.

Regardless of objections, the prince closed Qifeng Bookstore, investigated the Ministry of Punishment and half of the Inspectorate, and ordered all members of the palace not to hide Xiao Ke's essays, which is to show his fear and guilt to the public.

Yao Bing is an old man who follows Zhu Wenqi. What he wants is not that Zhu Wenqi will become emperor one day. He only hopes that the rest of his life will be safe and smooth for the people he is loyal to.

"Your Highness," Yao Bingchao bowed deeply to Zhu Wenqi, "paper can't contain fire, you can stop Mr. Xiao Ke's article from spreading in the palace, but you definitely can't stop it from spreading like a prairie fire among the people. The singers are all the score adapted by Xiao Ke's man, and what the common people discuss after dinner is when the prince will go on the road of no return..."

"What the people want is orthodox. Your suppression of public opinion is like drinking poison to quench your thirst..."

Zhu Wenqi looked at Yao Bing, his eyes were calm, how could he not know what the situation is now, he was just unwilling.

Yao Bing sighed, choked with sobs and said: "Your Highness, if you keep the green hills, you will not be afraid of running out of firewood. Stop it in time. I have arranged a group of dead servants to escort Your Highness to escape from the capital overnight, and wait for a new opportunity to come back. His Highness, Cheng Quanchen's painstaking efforts."

Zhu Wenqi sneered and shook his head, "The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit, where else can the orphan escape?"

"In this world, apart from the East Palace, there is no place to be alone."

Yao Bing burst into tears when he heard the words, and knelt down in front of Zhu Wenqi with a plop, knocked his head on the ground, and shouted "Your Highness".

A series of announcements from the palace people outside the palace sounded, the gate of the palace opened wide, and thousands of northern soldiers surrounded the East Palace mightily.

Zhu Changcun led the way and walked slowly into the main hall of the East Palace.

Zhu Wenqi watched the well-trained soldiers surround him layer by layer, and there was never any difference in his eyes.

It's just that when he saw the figures of Zhu Wenzhen and Tang Ke following Zhu Changcun, Zhu Wenqi's lifeless face, which was like a dry well, finally showed a strange expression, which was panic, shame and anger, mixed with unwillingness.

If he loses, he loses.

Even if Zhu Changcun took Xiang Shang's head with a knife at this moment, he didn't care.

But the last thing Zhu Wenqi wanted was for his brother to see him in such a mess.

He must not let his brother see him being forced to admit defeat.

When Zhu Mu heard his father leading the army coming in person, he staggered to Zhu Wenqi and opened his arms to protect him, "Father, please let Brother Zechen go."

Before Zhu Mu finished speaking, there was a sudden chill on her neck, and the cold blade rested on her shoulder.

Zhu Mu opened his eyes full of tears, turned his head and looked at the person holding the knife behind him, with trembling lips, "Brother Zechen..."

Zhu Wenqi didn't even look at Zhu Mu, he just stared straight at Zhu Changcun, "Let the orphan out of the palace."

Zhu Changcun glared at Zhu Wenqi angrily, raised his hand and gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Everyone spread out! Be sure to protect Zhu Mu's safety!"

Zhu Changcun gave an order, before the soldiers had time to stop, the Suifeng sword had already been unsheathed, and after a short clanging sound, Zhu Wenqi's sword had been lifted into the air.

The blade of the Suifeng sword touched Zhu Wenqi's neck, and Tang Ke stared at him, "Admit defeat, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Zhu Wenqi stared at Tang Ke for a while, then laughed loudly, "Why did I choose you as an assassin in the first place!"

"Zecson."

A cold voice brought Zhu Wenqi back to reality, Zhu Wenqi turned his head, and looked at the eyes of his elder brother looking at him.

For the first time in his life, he read sympathy for himself in his brother's eyes.

What he hates and needs the most is his brother's sympathy.

Zhu Wenzhen took a step forward and came to Tang Ke's side, "Zechen, let go."

"Hahaha--"

Zhu Wenqi raised his head and laughed loudly. Amidst the laughter, he suddenly raised his hand, grasped the blade of Suifeng Sword, and cut through the pulsating blood vessels on his neck.

Tang Ke's moves are invincible in speed, but he never expected that His Royal Highness, who was originally greedy for life and fear of death, would choose to kill himself at this moment. When he regained his senses and took back his sword, it was too late.

"Zecchen—!"

Zhu Wenzhen yelled and rushed forward, hugged his brother tightly, raised his hand and pressed his neck hard, trying in vain to stop the gushing blood.

Lying in his brother's arms, Zhu Wenqi raised his hand to touch his brother's cheek for the last time, but failed, and his arm suddenly fell down.

He smiled at his brother, showing two small canine teeth.

"Brother, I'm sorry..."

In the main hall of the East Palace, there was silence, only Zhu Wenzhen's heart-piercing cries remained.

Zhu Changcun's youngest daughter, Zhu Mu, hanged a beam in the side hall of the East Palace that night when the prince committed suicide, and left a suicide note, confessing that she was tricked by the prince to poison the current emperor, and attached the antidote to the suicide note.

Since then, both Zhu Changcun's daughters have become victims of the majestic palace.

The old general asked himself to depose the title of king of Zhenbei, stationed in the north, died alone, and never set foot in the capital for the rest of his life.

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, Xiao Ke will end with a quarrel with his father-in-law

(Actually, I quite like Ze Chen, a little pervert... Although he is bad and damn, but he is three-dimensional, yes...