Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

"Snapped!"

The teacup shattered, and milky white milk tea spilled all over the floor.

Huancai panicked and rushed forward: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Come here... Your Majesty, he..."

The bloody Emperor Dajiang stared at Huancai: "Get out, get out!!"

Huantai rolled and crawled out amidst the roar of Emperor Dajiang.

Jiang Xian pressed the handle of the knife in shock, and the long sword sank into his lower abdomen.

His face was as white as a ghost, but his eyes were fixed on Emperor Dajiang without blinking.

Then, he took a step back, raised his hand and drew out his sharp sword, and the warm blood sprayed Emperor Dajiang's face again.

Emperor Dajiang didn't realize it, his eyes were fixed on the wound that was gradually congealed, and there was a faint light in his eyes.

"Father, do you trust my son now?"

Jiang Xian stumbled in shock, found a chair and sat down, raised his head, the veins in his neck were bulging because of the pain.

Blood was like a meandering river, dripping from his lower abdomen, down his thighs and onto the white carpet.

The swaying flowers of longevity are in full bloom.

Emperor Dajiang's mouth was dry, and he tried his best to suppress the desire to taste the bud: "When did my son cultivate this immortal body?"

"Back to father, this time I met an eminent monk in Huaigu City. He is proficient in Buddhism, and after his enlightenment, I can be like my son, injured and not dead."

Jiang Xian was shocked that the wound on his lower abdomen was completely clotted.

Emperor Dajiang said with concern: "My son, my father should teach you the imperial physician!"

"Don't..." Jiang Xian hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop Emperor Dajiang, "Father... the fate of Buddhism is rare, so don't reveal the secret!"

The movement touched the wound, and Jiang Xian closed his eyes in shock.

After a while, Emperor Dajiang stepped forward, lifted Jiang Xianjing's robe and looked at the wound, the wound was really shocking.

Emperor Dajiang frowned: "Son, why are you bothering? How could your father not believe what you said?"

After finishing speaking, he pretended to be calm and asked lightly: "Where is the eminent monk?"

"It's just outside the hall."

Ah Xiang came in quickly, and seeing Jiang Xianjing's appearance was still calm, he respectfully saluted Emperor Dajiang before going forward to check Jiang Xianjing's injury.

"Amitabha, my lord, you have lost your blood and energy, how long will it take you to recover from such a serious injury?"

Jiang Xian shook his head in shock: "This king knows how to cultivate himself, but my father's serious illness is hard to heal, so please show me, master?"

"Yes, yes, I have been very tired recently, and I ask Master to give me some advice." Emperor Dajiang couldn't wait.

Ah Xiang looked at Jiang Xianjing, and flicked the whisk: "Amituofu, the way of the world, Buddhism is boundless..."

Jiang Xianjing sat on the chair for a while and then got up to leave.

His mind was dazed, and his dark robe covered the mess inside.

The moment he sent the saber into his lower abdomen was not fast.

Not to mention blocking, Emperor Dajiang didn't even have the slightest hesitation in his eyes.

Liangzi waited anxiously at the gate of the palace, but Jiang Xianjing did not ride a horse, but came out alone.

The sunlight made his figure longer and longer, lonely and lonely.

For some reason, Liangzi looked at Jiang Xian shocked like this, and felt a sense of sadness in his heart for no reason.

I remember the last time I felt this way was when I was ransacked when I was a child.

The whole family died, and I was left alone standing in the heavy rain helplessly.

"My lord..."

Liangzi went up to meet him, Jiang Xian lowered his eyebrows in shock: "Let's go..."

The carriage creaked on the bluestone floor, Jiang Xianjing suddenly opened the curtain: "Don't, don't go home yet."

The place I want to go the most, the person I want to see the most, but I don’t have the courage to face it.

-

Duan Chenghong hummed a little tune, drinking and eating meat leisurely.

Sure enough, there is no one in this world who can resist the temptation of immortality.

He even thought of a countermeasure.

Exile in the northwest is tantamount to letting the tiger go back to the mountain.He needs to be more concealed, and it's best not to look for the children in Jiangling.

"Bring me some more wine." Duan Chenghong impatiently threw the empty jug against the wall.

The cold, damp sky was silent.

"Come here, are they all dead people? Saying my name will scare you to death."

Finally, the cell door was opened.

The figure under the pitch-black outfit seemed familiar: "This king was entrusted by Shouye and the people of Huaigu, and came to see you off."

Duan Chenghong narrowed his eyes slightly, and giggled for a while: "My lord, are you going to lynch..."

Long sword unsheathed...

Duan Chenghong pressed the broken neck: "You are not Jiang...you are..."

-

At dusk, it started to rain lightly outside.

Qian Zuisheng was reading a book in the study, and for some reason has been distracted today: "Come here..."

Wei Su responded, "Master?"

"Has the prince ever returned?"

"Never."

"Is there any news from the palace today?"

"Master, the person sent by the last general to inquire has returned, saying that the prince will leave the palace in the afternoon."

"Tomorrow Duan Chenghong will be distributed?"

"Yes."

Qian Zuisheng nodded, quietly watching the rain curtain outside the window, the feeling of irritability surged into his heart again.

It was already past dinner when Jiang Xian came back.

Ryoko stood on tiptoe to hold an umbrella for him.

Jiang Xian squeezed Qian Zuisheng's cheek after rubbing his hands to warm himself up, "From now on, eat by yourself when you're hungry, don't wait for me."

"Where did you go this afternoon?"

Jiang Xian was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Wei Su meaningfully.

Qian Zuisheng didn't ask Emperor Dajiang what he did to Duan Chenghong, but where he went.

This is not a good sign.

"I..." Jiang Xianjing paused intentionally, "Yashe has a newcomer... That guy Lei Wufei dragged me to drink..."

Sure enough, Qian Zuisheng stopped talking and said nothing.

At night, Jiang Xianjing deliberately waited for Qian Zuisheng to lie down before going to bed.

Qian Zuisheng was angry and ignored Jiang Xian's shock.

The angry man and the romantic ghost had nothing to say all night.

After the morning court the next day, Jiang Xianjing was left alone by Emperor Dajiang.

Emperor Dajiang was furious.

Ah Xiang stood aside, looking helpless.

It is true that Jiang Xian presented Ah Xiang in surprise, scratching the itching place of Emperor Dajiang, and Duan Chenghong's exile instead of beheading was a certainty.

But as long as Emperor Dajiang didn't speak, anyone who killed Duan Chenghong would be arrogating and challenging the imperial power.

"Nizi, can't you wait for a day? I'm not dead yet, so you can't wait to take over?"

Jiang Xian couldn't stand up in shock, his forehead was hit by a teacup and said, "Father, my son was wronged."

"Are you wronged?" Emperor Dajiang held his forehead and turned it around several times, "How dare you say that? The guards in the sky prison said that they only let you go after seeing your badge."

Jiang Xian was taken aback for a moment: "Father..."

Ah Xiang bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the time has come."

Emperor Dajiang no longer talked with Jiang Xian in surprise, and waved his hand: "Go back, you are not allowed to walk around without my edict."

"Yes……"

Jiang Xian got up in shock and touched the wound, and couldn't help but "hiss".

Emperor Dajiang's face turned pale: "These mornings, don't show up, report your illness!"

Before Liangzi could speak, Jiang Xian ordered in a low voice, "Go back to the mansion..."

Qianzui's voice was very different last night, her breathing was obviously heavy, and she still had a faint smell of medicine on her body.