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Xiao Lingming's hands that were about to pick up the paper trembled. He twirled the thin paper with his fingertips, and felt pain at the base of his tongue, "...Song Xian."

The Son of Heaven bent his knees slowly, and knelt down in front of Xiao Lingming. He held Xiao Lingming's face in his trembling hands, and said word by word, "Isn't it the father who left it for you?"

Song Xian looked at Xiao Lingming's eyes that were always watery and misty, hazy and affectionate. He stared intently, as if trying to pick something out of them, "I'd rather you write it to me..." he said Wan gave Xiao Lingming a hard push.

Xiao Lingming was extremely weak after the drug took effect, and at this moment he was in great grief and pain. He was easily pushed by Song Xian and staggered, and fell to the ground. a tug.

The thing in his hand could no longer hold it and fell to the ground.

The Son of Heaven knelt on the ground in the same embarrassment, the unshakable gentleness and handsomeness on his face was completely changed, and he pointed at the pile of old things with a very sullen expression.

"What am I?" Song Xian stared at Xiao Lingming and asked through gritted teeth.

"What is I with you, and what is I with my father? You are the child that my father always misses, and you are the East Palace that my father is completely satisfied with, and the treasure of the emperor. What kind of thing is I?"

Song Xian even smiled lightly, as if he thought it was extremely funny, "He is the emperor who was forced to stand up for you, to show that he would not forget his righteousness. A son he never cared about."

"In ancient times, there was a farewell graciousness to resend the words. I only hope that there is an oath in the words." Song Xian squeezed the tip of Xiao Lingming's chin and forced him to lift his face. is you."

Song Xian's brows and eyes softened a little bit strangely, and with a voice and abnormal expectation, he said every word, full of affection, "Ming'er... you and the emperor are really close friends." Now, the separation of yin and yang makes brocade books hard to entrust." After speaking, the new emperor's face suddenly darkened, "The first emperor defied the world, and took his parents and children as wives and concubines. As for me, I coveted everything owned by my father, even my brothers. It's really a big joke!" After he finished speaking, he stood up abruptly, shaking his sleeves to leave, but just as he took a step, he was grabbed by the sleeves with a trembling but subtle force.

The force was extremely light, so light that Song Xian could break free with a struggle, but he stopped his steps willingly, so willingly that he felt it was absurd.

Song Xian turned his head halfway, facing the pale face of Xiao Lingming who was kneeling on the ground, he looked extremely weak.Song Xian glanced at the hand that was holding him, raised his hand from Xiao Lingming's and slowly pulled out his sleeve.

Xiao Lingming's complexion turned pale following Song Xianming's actions. Thin beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose and forehead, his brows were frowned, and he took a quick but difficult inhalation. Trembling, he looked at the profile of the emperor, and said in a hoarse voice with difficulty: "... Ling Yi is the maiden name of Qinghe Princess."

The gentle nine words fell into Song Xian's ears like thunder.

——Lingyi, Xiao Lingyi...

——Lingyi, Lingming!

Song Xian twisted his neck stiffly inch by inch, and was about to speak with a flick of his teeth, but Xiao Lingming's face turned pale after saying this, and then he vomited a mouthful of blood while clutching his chest.

The blood pierced Song Xian's eyes sorely, his mind was blank, he didn't have time to think about anything, he knelt down mechanically and hastily, his knees hit the ground with a blunt sound.But he didn't feel the pain at all, and he supported Xiao Lingming who was frowning and sweating, "Quickly pass on Qian Yun!"

The palace people waiting outside the palace moved immediately when they heard the emperor's angry shout, but no one dared to step into the palace, only Li Fu pushed open the palace door and broke in.

Leaning in Song Xian's arms, Xiao Lingming glanced at Li Fu who was rushing over, but tightened his hands tightly on the emperor's clothes, as if speaking was a matter of doing his best for him, he Looking at Li Fu, the words were addressed to Song Xian, "The rest...the rest, go, ask Li Fu...he will tell..."

Song Xian's tears fell on Xiao Lingming's bloody chin one by one, turning red, "Don't say it...you don't say it...it's not important...it's not important!" Then he suddenly raised his voice and turned his head, " Is Qian Yun dead? Why haven't you come yet!"

But after he finished shouting, he was surprised to find that the person in his arms had closed his eyes, and was lying quietly in his arms as if he had fallen asleep.

Song Xian looked at the blood on Xiao Lingming's face and neck, rubbing against his palm, he saw in a daze the day the late emperor passed away, Li Zhi carried Xiao Lingming back from the steps of Hanyuan Palace covered in blood on his face.

He was so normal back then...

——What did you think about at that time?

——As long as he can wake up, it’s fine, the rest doesn’t matter, he’s alive, by my side, it’s fine that I can touch and see him, at that time, I didn’t think about the rest anymore.

……

Xiao Lingming fell into a coma for three full days before slowly waking up. When he woke up, he had a splitting headache, his throat was dry, and he coughed twice while clutching his chest. After sitting up for a while, Li Fu, who heard the movement, helped him up. live.

Xiao Lingming frowned and swallowed the mouthful of ice water Li Fu handed over, and only after the icy cold swayed in his lungs did he recover completely, "Is...is it because of that thing..."

Li Fu took a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his lips for him, "Well, and you don't use incense as often as in the past, after this attack, it will be more difficult than usual."

Xiao Lingming was silent for a while. He held the tea bowl and slowly turned it twice in his palm, and then he said shyly, "Song..." He changed his words again, "Where's the emperor? He..."

Li Fu didn't answer the question, only to see that he put away the veil and ordered, "Bring up the things sent by His Majesty."

Obtaining his order, not long after, the palace servants carrying trays came in one after another. Xiao Lingming was puzzled at first, but when the two rows of clothes were brought before him, he suddenly realized that these were the emperor's clothes.

Xiao Lingming's hand lightly landed on the silky satin surface, and stroked the ferocious dragons that he was very familiar with inch by inch.

After a while Xiao Lingming shook his head dumbly, "Song Xian..." He got out of bed and asked in a low voice, "What time is it and where is he?"

Li Fu replied: "The sage is about to go down, are you going to the Hanyuan Hall?"

Xiao Lingming thought about it for a moment, then shook his head, "No, Gu... I have to go to Mizhu Temple first..."

Li Fu was stunned for a moment, but she immediately understood, bowed and said, "Yes, I'm going to prepare the sedan chair."

This Mizhu Temple is the most mysterious and bloody place in the Great Yuan Palace, where the ancestors were worshipped, the priests prayed, and the concubines were buried.

Emperor Sheng Wenwu passed away for a long time, but the thick bloody atmosphere left by the people in Mizhu Temple who sacrificed to him has not dissipated.

It was the first time Xiao Lingming set foot in it, and surrounded by the portraits of esoteric gods and Buddhas on the wall, he was choked by the strong smell of incense candles mixed with blood, and his heart beat like a drum.

As soon as he lifted his clothes, he stepped onto the highest lotus golden steps, and reached out his hand to touch the Dayuan jade plate enshrined under the red candle.

Obviously he made up his mind to come here, but Xiao Lingming suddenly retreated when the situation came to an end.He closed his eyes, raised his head slightly to look at the ferocious Buddha who fell from the top of the lotus treasure, and finally took a deep breath and slowly turned the pages of the book.

Xiao Lingming's pale fingertips flipped through these dark silk papers that have been passed down for hundreds of years, and the lives of countless people were easily overturned by him with a single finger.

Xiao Lingming's smooth movements froze for a moment until turning to the First Emperor's Dynasty, and then he turned the page as if he had made up his mind, as if accepting his fate.

The three characters belonging to him are completely different from the rest of the neat characters, with iron hooks and silver hooks, showing their sharpness.

Pa—a tear fell on the corner of the page, and Xiao Lingming gently wiped it away with his hand.

Li Fu quietly appeared behind Xiao Lingming, "This old slave watched the late emperor write it down with his own eyes."

Xiao Lingming's lips parted slightly, and the paradoxical atmosphere mixed with blood and incense in the Mizhu Temple still melted into his heart, "...There's nothing I can't be unwilling to do, right... Li Fu."