The rebirth of Jiangshan is hired

"why?"

Mu Qiu's expression didn't move, and his tone didn't seem surprised at all, he just quietly raised his head and looked back.

Looking at his overly calm expression, Song Zixuan's eyes became more gloomy. He looked at him and said lightly: "You should know——If I really want to save your life, I will use my blood. If It’s not that I voluntarily saved you, you have to kill me.”

"Yeah...of course I know."

Mu Qiu smiled, sighed very softly, lowered his eyes and said: "The Third Prince is still His Highness's elder brother to the outside world, and now His Highness is in the position of Prince, if he presses His Highness every step of the way again, he will not even follow him." If Bu Rao wants to take the life of His Highness the Third Highness, it will only be a slap in the face, and it will even leave people with the impression that the prince is violent and mutilates his siblings."

He intentionally bit the word "Prince" very clearly, and Song Zixuan's complexion sank again. After staring at him for a long time, he suddenly sneered: "You do have a bit of backbone—your highness actually I really told you to push you to the position of prince, but now you have no chance to save your life because of him, don't you feel regret?!"

"Whether I can live or not has nothing to do with His Highness being a prince."

Mu Qiu smiled lightly, lowered his head and poured himself a cup of tea, but he didn't drink it, he just held it in his palm and slowly warmed it up: "It's not my credit that your highness has come to this point, but the third highness himself—could it be? Has the Third Highness still not been able to see through this point?"

"you--"

A stern look flashed in Song Zixuan's eyes, but he didn't know how to refute—couldn't he be just like that, if he hadn't been attracted by these two people so impatiently that he made a mistake step by step, alarming his father time and time again, maybe his father The emperor would not be so anxious to give up the position of the prince.Although he is destined to be unable to take over the crown prince, as long as he can survive until the old guy dies and has not been selected, he can use Yuxi to make a comeback.

That jade seal...

Thinking of the news that someone came to report today, Song Zixuan's eyes became more hostile, and he stared at him fiercely: "You have the ability to find all the jade seals... I really want to know, Where did you hear this secret?"

"It's just a dream. My father told me the location of the thing in the dream, and told me to get it, so as not to help the evildoers."

Mu Qiu replied lightly, but before the end of the sound fell, the other party suddenly lifted him from the chair, grabbed his collar tightly, and panted heavily: "You bastard—you deserve to be called!" His father! How could he help you bastard, you are just a dog of my Mu family - a dog who eats inside and outside!"

When he finally spit out these words recklessly, Mu Qiu's gaze completely turned cold at the same moment.

He quietly looked back at the man in front of him who was almost out of breath, raised his elbow and bumped into his vagus acupoint lightly, causing Song Zixuan's body to feel sore and numb unconsciously, and he loosened his grip when his vision was dark.Mu Qiu supported the table to stand still, and at some point, there was an extra dagger in his hand, which was firmly attached to his heart.

"How dare you—you can't hurt me!"

Song Zixuan's eyes were a little red, and he looked at him ferociously, almost like a trapped animal: "If you hurt me, tomorrow's messages will spread all over the capital. Even if your highness really gets that seat in the future, as long as I never rebel, he He will also be charged with the brutal crime of murdering his brother!"

"I didn't want to hurt you, I just wanted to know if I dare to do it."

Mu Qiu lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, threw the dagger aside casually, leaned on the edge of the table and sat back in the chair, closed his eyes and sighed very softly: "With your heart, it is impossible for me to be so cruel. Fate, just be honest for the rest of your life. Let us take a gamble to see whether I will be unable to hold on first, or you will be unable to restrain your wolfish ambition first..."

Song Zixuan stared at him with gloomy eyes, and finally sneered very softly, and slowly flattened his clothes: "Okay, if you have the spirit, why can't I accompany you. It's just to kill you, I No matter how anxious you are, you can afford to wait."

"Not necessarily."

Mu Qiu looked at him, with a slightly cold smile in his eyes, showing a rare chill: "Yuxi is just the beginning—brother, I just don't want to steal your things, so even though I always follow His Highness, I never really want to take it." What have you ever robbed for His Highness... If I really want to rob, you won't be able to stop me."

Song Zixuan suddenly shivered violently, looked at him in disbelief, and his breathing became heavy unconsciously.

At the beginning, this person in front of him took away all the love and care from his father - he met his father's increasingly alienated and disappointed eyes day after day, and could only watch that bastard spend his whole day in love with each other, being taught and taught by his father hand in hand .Finally, one day, his father died, and this person was brought into the palace by the emperor. He wanted to keep people around him, and take back all the things that did not belong to him over the years, but this person chose his useless one. stupid brother.

He thought that if he insisted, his father would follow his will, but unexpectedly, his father actually handed Mu Qiu over to Song Zichen.But now, he wanted to personally taste the bitter fruit planted by the one-stroke defeat.

"I can call you dead right now..."

Song Zixuan looked at him, his tone gradually became cold, and his chest heaved violently: "You are the only person I want to kill the most in all these years, you should understand... If I kill you now, you may not be able to hide Pass."

"That's okay, the big deal is that I will take my brother to the funeral and go to see my father together."

Mu Qiu lowered his eyes and smiled faintly, his expression was calm and unwavering, but what he said made Song Zixuan feel cold, and instinctively took a step back.

He really wanted his own life - this dog picked up by the Mu family has actually learned to bark his teeth at him.

This kind of cognition made him almost become angry from embarrassment. He instinctively wanted to yell at him, but he lost his confidence for no reason.While he was struggling, Mu Qiu raised his eyes to look at him, and said word by word: "I saw my grandfather, and I personally sent my father away. The inheritance of the Mu family is in my hands. Brother, am I really a member of the Mu family?" It seems that you can’t decide what to do with your dog.”

"Shut up!"

Song Zixuan finally became angry from embarrassment, shouted sharply, walked back and forth a few steps angrily, and managed to suppress the anger in his chest.Looking at him, there was more blood in his eyes, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "In the future, when you die, I will personally come to see you off..."

"Since that's the case, Mu Qiu will naturally wait for elder brother."

Mu Qiu got up and bowed lightly, but what he said made Song Zixuan feel like something was stuck in his chest, unable to spit it out or swallow it, so he could only flick his sleeves, turned around and strode away.

Looking at the back of him leaving angrily, Mu Qiucai finally let out a very long sigh, turned around and looked at the sword left by his father, barely managed to walk over, closed his eyes and knelt down , quietly kowtowed three heads.

After all, he still made the choice to be sorry to his father—but he actually had no other choice.He wanted to live on, and wanted to stay with His Highness for a few more days. Some things cannot be completely ended with the death of one person.Now that they have come to this point, each of them can't retreat half a step.

When he went to see the emperor at that time, the old king avoided everyone and asked him if he would not dare to die if Chen'er became the crown prince.

At that time, his answer was that the way of heaven is impermanent and manpower is exhausted, but he knew better than anyone in his heart that the answer was actually certain.

If, when he died, His Highness still had to fight with others to protect himself, and fight in the shadows of swords and swords to fight a bloody road to the throne, maybe there was still a way to vent the gloom and violence in his chest.But now it has become inexplicably smooth. If he leaves at this time...he can't guarantee that his Highness will change his temperament drastically because of this, and what kind of successor monarch he will become.

He can't afford to gamble, let alone lose, so he can only try his best to live.

There was the sound of very light footsteps behind him, but with obvious hesitation, he stopped in the middle of the walk.There was a helpless and gentle smile in Mu Qiu's eyes, holding on to the table and trying to get up, but was firmly supported by a pair of hands, and she hugged her tightly into her arms trembling slightly.

"Your Highness, I'm fine..."

Mu Qiu responded with a smile, quietly leaned on his shoulder, and closed his eyes wearily.Song Zichen couldn't speak, just caressed his back which was drenched in cold sweat over and over again, and tears hit his clothes.Mu Qiu smiled perplexedly, raised his hand to gently wipe away those tears for him, but his chest shrank suddenly, and a fishy and sweet smell filled his throat.

No - at least not at this time...

Mu Qiu's heart felt cold, and he hurriedly turned away from the side, covered his mouth and coughed twice, and his palms turned bright red.The strength in his body seemed to be drained suddenly, and he couldn't stand upright and fell down, scaring Song Zichen to his wits, he hugged him tightly in a panic: "Mu Qiu——Mu Qiu!"

"I'm fine—Your Highness, help me sit down first..."

Mu Qiu struggled to speak, but was interrupted by another mouthful of blood.His heart became more and more heavy, and there was some dull pain in his heart, and the fist hanging by his side was unconsciously clenched tightly.

It was because of emotion - the deeper he became emotional, the weaker the toxicity of Sansheng Wangchuan, and it even made him vaguely use some internal energy.But at the same time, the toxicity of Zui Hongchen could no longer be suppressed.

But how could he explain all this to his highness...how could he open his mouth and tell his highness that in order for him to live, the two of them must find a way to separate?

"Mu Qiu, Mu Qiu—"

Song Zichen was so frightened that his hands were trembling, he hurriedly half-kneeled in front of the couch, carefully wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, his voice was almost choked up: "Don't spit, Mu Qiu——don't spit..."