Every world I die young

"Go out!"

On the soft and slippery caviar paper, there were two short lines of ink on white paper, which could be seen at a glance. It was clear and dazzling. Mu Jiayan was stunned for a moment, and then became furious uncontrollably.

The two lines of words on the paper, the ink marks pierced through the back of the paper, almost every scribble and every punctuation turned into the sharpest blade, piercing into his heart, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow, but there was no blood.

"The lineage of the eldest son of the emperor is suspicious. He is suspected to be the son of Yun Chenhan, the commander of the imperial army."

"The empress sneaked into the sky prison and used lynching in the interrogation room. Mr. Huo was seriously injured and was on the verge of death."

Each word was like a blood-stained knife, Mu Jiayan only felt a splitting headache and his eyes turned black, he covered his head tightly, grunted, and clenched his teeth.

The fog that had lingered in front of his eyes for several months was forcibly torn apart, but Mu Jiayan felt that his eyes were full of blood, and the pervasive blood red tormented him almost to the point of madness.

I don't know how long it took before Mu Jiayan slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, and a desperately painful and mournful emotion gradually spread in the imperial study room.

He blinked in bewilderment, raised his hands, and the black handwriting was twisted and deformed in his eyes, as if he had turned into the most cruel and vicious ghost in the eighteenth floor of hell, clamoring to rush at him, vowing to pull He will fall to Hell forever.

Why?Why does he lose his memory...

The white caviar paper fell to the ground and was covered with dust, and could never return to its former snow color.

Mu Jiayan was like a child, just watching in a daze.

The noble and proud little emperor squatted on the ground and pursed his mouth for the first time, with tears in his eyes.

Those feelings that were buried deep in my heart and never dissipated, like a torrential flood, swept across the barren atrium fiercely, and the crackling broken stones and bricks were engulfed and smashed heavily to the softest part of my heart.

Mu Jiayan closed his eyes, stretched out his hand and pressed firmly on his heart, allowing himself to be submerged in despair, his head was bloody and bloody, even blood and bones were dug out together.

who is it?Who was so cruel to him?He is the emperor, he is the Ninth Five-Year King...

He should have everything, he should get his, but...just, why, did he come to this point?

Wrong, all wrong!It was wrong from the very beginning, he shouldn't have been tempted by him.

The little emperor, who was only in his early 20s, opened his eyes in confusion, and tears fell drop by drop on the ground, leaving deep marks on the precious cloth, which were fleeting.

In this palace, there has never been anything that can stay. Under the cold and bloody abyss, especially if you want to have human feelings, it is delusion, wishful thinking, and... just a dream.

right?So he is just not greedy enough, it's just that his desires are hard to fill.

Then if he gave up and didn't want it, wouldn't he lose it again.

A drop of teardrop hit the paper, and by coincidence, the last two words were blurred.

Mu Jiayan was like waking up from a dream, his eyes were full of astonishment, staring at the blurred words.

Dying, dying, dying... dying...

Yes, he is not dead, he is still alive!

Mu Jiayan's eyes suddenly burst into a bright light, and Mu Jiayan reached out to wipe away the teardrops fiercely, and the gold-plated wristband drew a bloodstain on his face.

The burning pain stimulated the nerves one after another, Mu Jiayan suppressed the pain in his heart, and said almost indifferently: "Anyi, come in."

As soon as the words were finished, less than a cup of tea, a hidden guard suddenly half-kneeled in the imperial study.

Mu Jiayan's gaze was extremely cold, and all the emotions tumbling in it were like being in a lake in nine cold days, frozen into a thousand years of black ice in an instant.

It seemed that the whole body was frozen, Mu Jiayan smiled stiffly, and his voice was hoarse and piercing: "An Yi, go to the prison."

"Yes."

……

In the sky prison, Mo Yinglan gasped heavily with a pale complexion, and blood kept spilling from his mouth, which couldn't be stopped. Of course, Yunying would not "kindly" stop the bleeding.

Yunying looked at him lingering indifferently, not only was there no fear in her eyes, but a distorted smile filled her eyes.

Her cheeks were rosy, her temples were wet with fine sweat, she was slightly out of breath, and her towering chest rose and fell.

Yunying threw down the short whip that was full of flesh and blood, and vigorously shook her sore and limp wrists, watching the bloody scene in front of her with a smile.

"In this way, you won't be able to grab Ben Gong..." She looked at it with satisfaction and muttered to herself.

"No, no!" Yunying's eyes suddenly turned cold, "It's just that this is not enough, His Majesty will only like you... Must, must..."

She was talking incoherently in a sentence, and her eyes that shot wildly were suddenly paused.

In the corner, against the wall was a hood covered in dark brown blood.