morbid trapping

"Boom."

The knife in his hand fell to the ground.

The military officer couldn't make a sentence and had to shake outside.You have to say it upside down.

"Mr. Li was arranged by me, and he should be at Yanmen Pass now. Liu Yong told me that there is an emergency, and I want to save his life.

Liu Yong and I are good friends.He showed me the picture drawn by Mr. Li.He was a talent, and it would be a pity to die.Just hide his name and let him go..."

Mu Jian grabbed the military officer by the neck and said sternly.

"How long have you been there?!"

Words squeezed out from the military officer's neck, "Quick, almost two months..."

Mu Jian's face sank, he stood up and rushed outside.

Li Yu knelt in front of him, "Your Highness! The emperor has passed away, and you are dressed in a dragon robe. You cannot leave the capital right now!"

"Go away!"

Li Yu kowtowed violently on the ground.

There was a bang.

"Your Highness! It's been almost two months, and any injury should heal. He hasn't come back, but he doesn't want to come back, Your Highness!"

Mu Jian stopped abruptly.

This sentence gave him a feeling of being in the bottom of the sea.It was dark, and cold, and still sinking.

Almost two months.

When he was struggling with his death, Li Dezhuang didn't even give him any news.

He just wanted him to think.

Is he already dead?

The sudden surge of anger caused blue veins to burst out on Mu Jian's forehead.

He suddenly took off the jade pendant from his waist that he had cherished for nearly two months, and he was reluctant to let even a speck of dust fall on it, and threw it to the ground.With a bang, the jade pendant exploded.

He roared: "This one is in line with his wishes, isn't it?!"

Those kneeling on the ground did not dare to speak, nor did they dare to raise their heads.

Du Yanqiu stood aside, looked at Mu Jian, and said nothing.

Mu Jian gritted his teeth and trembled.

The scarlet eyes were covered with mist.Flickering in the candlelight.

He paused every word, gnashing his teeth.

It seemed that every word was filled with his flesh and blood.

"What the hell am I doing wrong to him?"

We have known each other since we were young.

How many springs and autumns they have walked together, and how many nights they have been together.

So long……

Counting it down, these years, these days, are so long.

Mu Jian grew up in the cold palace and the magnificent palace city.I am used to seeing the slaughter in this palace, and I have also seen the beauty and splendor of the imperial palace in the capital.

But in his eyes, that is not as good as Li Dezhuang.

He is like the bright moon, like the dawn.

With a half-life gentle smile, warm the sporadic temperature under Mu Jian's skin.Like a little candle in the dark night.

Mu Jian carefully guarded that piece of warmth, and gave all his enthusiasm to the person who lit his life.

But he doesn't want to.

Mu Jian's heart ached, and his whole chest was filled with bloody pain, and he looked at the fragments of jade pendant on the ground that reflected the candlelight with hatred.After staring at it for a while, I went to pick it up again, picked it up, and put it back together again.

A handful of fragments were covered by the palm of the hand.

Mu Jian lay on the table crying like a child.

The moon he wanted was never to shine on him again.

The emperor died, and the country mourned for three days.

Everyone said that the prince was benevolent and filial, kneeling on the mourning hall, neither eating nor drinking, his face was pale, and half of his three souls and seven souls were gone.

When they came out of the mourning hall, they were still supported by the servants before they walked out.After being ill for two days, he appeared in the court hall, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe.In the corners of his eyes and brows, there was no longer the slightest hint of a young man's smile.

Everyone thought that it was the Dragon Throne Throne, which was extremely high.

Only Li Yu knew that Mu Jian was because of Young Master Li.

The emperor died, and went to funerals everywhere, and went to the table.

Yanmen Pass is no exception.

However, Mu Jian read the brochure handed over by Yanmenguan several times, but Li Dezhuang was not mentioned in a single word.There was not a word, but to ask if he was well.

It was as if Li Dezhuang had really died and disappeared from this world.

Mu Jian was sitting on a chair in the imperial study room, and there was a tall memorial on the table, waiting for review, but there was only the Yanmen Pass book spread out in front of Mu Jian, and he must have looked at it without moving, without saying a word.

Li Yu walked in from the outside and knelt down to salute, "Your Majesty, Concubine Li is looking for someone to talk about setting up a queen."

Mu Jian cooperated with Du Yanqiu at the beginning.

Not only did he want to protect the glory of the Shangshu Mansion, but also let Du Yanqiu ascend to the throne of the queen mother after the event was completed, so that he could enjoy wealth and prosperity forever.

Mu Jian didn't care about these trivial matters and said casually.

"If you want to seal her, then kill her after sealing her."

Du Yanqiu knew too many secrets.

Can't stay...

Li Yu said "yes".

There was silence in the royal study.

After a long time, Mu Jian stretched out the paper, picked up the pen, and slowly wrote one line after another.When finished, put it in an envelope.

Another piece of paper was displayed and a letter was written.On the envelope, use different markings to distinguish them.

He put the letter on the case and pushed it forward.

"You go to Yanmen Pass. Just ask him, if he likes me, doesn't he say a word?"

Li Yu was dumbfounded.

He wants to persuade...

After thinking about it, he swallowed the words back to his stomach.

In the past few days, Mu Jian stayed in the imperial city, held national funerals, ascended the throne, and arranged various affairs.

Tolerance until today is the limit.If he doesn't go again.I'm afraid that the emperor will leave the imperial city, the supreme position, fly to Yanmen Pass, pinch Mr. Li's neck and ask, "Why don't you come back!"

Mu Jian: "If he says yes, you will give him the first letter. If he says no, you will give him the second letter."

Li Yu took the order and rushed to Yanmen Pass without stopping.

Day and night, he ran away and killed several horses.

Although it is early summer, the north is still full of spring.

Li Yu ran for five days and finally arrived at Yanmen Pass.

This place is different from the capital.

The capital is prosperous and lively, with the majesty and solemnity of an imperial city.People on the street seemed to be smiling, but they always felt framed by something.

But not here.People here are free and easy, and the expressions on everyone's faces are flying.

Even Mu Jian who didn't need to know Li Dezhuang came here, Li Yu could tell that Mr. Li would definitely like this place.No wonder he didn't want to go back to Beijing.

Li Yu led the horse, inquired about the location of the General's Mansion, and went straight there.Let the concierge make a notification, and after a while, he saw General Liu.

He had grown taller and stronger.But the 12-year-old doll already has the demeanor of a young general.

Li Yu cupped his hands, "Little General Liu, I'm here to see Mr. Li."

General Liu frowned slightly, "What Mr. Li, we don't have Mr. Li here. This is the Liu family! Everyone's surname is Liu!"

This is meant to be concealed to the end.

Li Yu sighed, thinking that this job is really difficult to do.

He was about to speak again, when he saw General Liu's face suddenly changed, he looked in one direction, his expression flustered.

Li Yu turned his head following his gaze.

At the other end of the long street, a man in black clothes was galloping towards here on a fine horse.

Just looking at the horse from a distance, one can see that the horse is bright and smooth, and it is a rare BMW.Even those who don't know how to run can praise the running figure.

But after all, it is not as dazzling as the people on horseback.

The angry horse in fresh clothes was like the rising sun in the sky, so dazzling that it was almost impossible to look directly at it.