Multiple crimes

There was a dead silence in the bedroom, so quiet that only the sound of his own breathing could be heard.Yuan Ziyou just stood like this, from noon until it was dark.

After Youshi, there was a commotion outside the house, and Yang Kan broke in after a while.

"Your Majesty! It's done!"

"It's done?" Yuan Ziyou looked at him dully.

"Everything is going according to plan, and the person has been sent to the prison."

Yuan Ziyou came back to his senses: "Ah, it's done. Okay, okay..."

"Your Majesty, are you going to issue an edict?" Yang Kan got up and asked.

"What did Yan Shuo say?"

"Mr. Yan is now in prison."

"Then send it."

Yang Kan turned around to leave, Yuan Ziyou called him: "Wait, take me to Mingguang Palace."

"Your Majesty? The Mingguang Hall is still being cleaned up."

"It's okay, I'll go and have a look."

The two walked outside the east gate, and saw a person lying face down on the ground from a distance, soaked in blood, and could no longer see his original appearance.Yuan Ziyou's heart tightened, and his breathing slowed down.Xi He stepped forward and knelt on one knee and said, "This subordinate is not doing well, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Yuan Ziyou took two deep breaths, calmed down and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The subordinates didn't expect Yuan Tianmu to follow, so they had to find some excuses to force him to stay outside the hall, but he saw the clues and almost ruined the big thing."

Yuan Ziyou looked at the corpse carefully again, and only then recognized it was Yuan Tianmu.After careful questioning, he learned that Yuan Tianmu and Er Zhurong came to see him together and were blocked outside the east gate. Er Zhurong did not doubt that he entered the palace alone, but Yuan Tianmu became suspicious.It so happened that two petty officials walked by with the condemnation edict drawn up in advance, and the guards behind them were afraid that the matter would be exposed, and all of them looked flustered, which made him ring the alarm.Xi He didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately ordered to do it.

Yuan Tianmu was brave by nature, and the swords in his body didn't hurt his vitals, but he didn't run for his life at this critical moment, he rushed straight into the door with a roar, and was immediately stabbed into a hornet's nest by the guards who were chasing him.Even so, he still struggled and crawled on the ground for a certain distance, until his throat was cut by Xi He's sword before he died.

Yuan Tianmu's voice alarmed Er Zhurong, and everyone who was ambushing in the hall saw that something was going wrong and had to act in advance.However, Er Zhurong was prepared, and jumped onto the throne in the blink of an eye to take Yuan Ziyou under his wing. If it wasn't for Yan Shuo's sharp eyesight and quick hands, the assassination plan might be in vain, and the consequences would be disastrous.

Yuan Ziyou stepped over Yuan Tianmu's body and followed Yang Kan into the Mingguang Hall.The hall was as usual, there was no trace of fighting, only two pools of dark red blood on the left side of the dragon chair.

"Whose blood is that?"

"Back to the emperor, it belongs to Er Zhurong."

"What about the rest?"

"Our men were unharmed."

"Ah."

"Is the emperor going to visit the prison?" Yang Kan asked.

"No need." Yuan Ziyou raised his hands and gathered his clothes, suddenly feeling a bit of coolness, "I'm tired, let Yan Shuo go to the bedroom to see me after he finishes his work."

It was Ye Yanshuo who returned to his bedroom and learned from the maid that Yuan Ziyou didn't have dinner, but he didn't say anything.He ran all night by himself, but he didn't get a drop of water, and the tension in his heart still hasn't let up.

"What's going on outside now?" Yuan Ziyou leaned on the couch with his clothes closed, his eyes were downcast and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"There are Li Yu's people watching in and out of the city, and those who want to spread rumors and cause trouble have been dealt with."

"Where is the army?"

"The Xiurong Army is currently in charge of Er Zhuzhao, and there is no change yet."

"Have you not received the news of Er Zhurong's death?"

"The edict of conviction was sent to the military camp in the west of the city immediately, and it was Er Zhuzhao who personally accepted the edict."

"He is so ruthless..." Yuan Ziyou smiled miserably, "I thought that even if someone really wants to betray him, that person should be Yuan Tianmu... this kind..."

Thinking of Yuan Tianmu's stabbed body riddled with holes outside the Mingguang Palace, he suddenly couldn't continue speaking.

"Er Zhuzhao did not betray him." Yan Shuo said.

"He adored him so much, I thought he would at least come after me for revenge."

"What he worships is only the eldest son of the Erzhu family, the invincible myth."

"He really hasn't failed, he's still a myth."

"He's not anymore. He's no longer invincible, he's become cautious, he has a weakness..." Yan Shuo calmly looked at Yuan Ziyou's profile, "You are his weakness."

Yuan Ziyou looked back at Yan Shuo blankly, and moved his lips slightly for a while: "When did you know?"

"The time we fled to Shangdang may have been earlier." Yan Shuo sighed softly, "You already knew that."

We all know it, and Er Zhuzhao knows it too... only he himself doesn't know it.

"Er Zhuzhao said that because you value civility over military affairs and intentionally crowd out officials from the north, some people in the army have long wanted to kill you and make a new king, but Er Zhurong refused." Yan Shuo's voice was so light that he couldn't hear it clearly. "Many times someone wanted to take advantage of his absence, but they were suppressed by Yuan Tianmu. For this reason, the people below have a lot of resentment towards them... Yuan Tianmu and Er Zhu Rong are brothers, if Ruo Er Zhu Rong is determined to protect you , no matter how unwilling he is, he will not hurt your life."

Yuan Ziyou looked down at the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, Yan Shuo stood up: "He's seriously injured, even if he doesn't kill him, he won't live for a few days, should we give him a treat?"

The knife was coated with poison, which could paralyze and erode a person's muscles, and within a few days his whole body would rot and die.Originally, he could have killed him on the spot with the poison, but Yan Shuo was afraid that Yuan Ziyou would die like that if he couldn't accept the man.Perhaps he also wanted to see him one last time and speak to him.

However, Yuan Ziyou didn't say anything, just turned his back slowly, and said in an extremely flat tone that couldn't hear the emotion: "Let's deal with it as you please, don't tell me any more."

At that moment, Yan Shuo felt that Yuan Ziyou was calm, docile, and tired like never before.

The place where Er Zhurong was imprisoned was dark and cold, only a few oil lamps were flickering to bring out a little vitality.Yan Shuo opened the cell door and walked in. The man leaned quietly against the corner. The wound was simply bandaged, but the blood couldn't stop flowing out, soaking the bandaged robe and the straw mattress under his body.

Going to the front and squatting on the bed, Er Zhurong still didn't move.The messy hair was covered with sweat and blood on the side of the face, the eyes were closed tightly, and even the heaving of the chest was barely there.

Just when Yan Shuo almost thought he was going to die, the man suddenly opened his eyes.

"I didn't expect that I would be carried in your hands... Cough..." Er Zhurong grinned weakly, and then coughed up another mouthful of blood, his whole body convulsed in pain.

Gritting his teeth and pressing the wound on his abdomen, he raised his pale face: "Is it Yuan Ziyou's idea?"

"It's my idea, the emperor doesn't know yet."

"Hehe, I knew...he couldn't do such a thing..."

After coughing out of breath for a while, he suddenly showed a distorted smile: "I'm dead, and he can't live either."

Yan Shuo looked down at the blood spurting out from under his palm: "If you don't die, he won't be able to survive. He won't allow the world of the Yuan family to be ruined in his own hands."

"I'm not talking about this...heh..." Er Zhurong frowned while laughing, his shoulders against the wall kept trembling, as if he had reached the limit of his patience, "He can't do without me...he will miss me, will I want to die..."

Yan Shuo stood up sullenly, moved his lips but couldn't make a sound.

Er Zhurong raised his head reluctantly: "You came to kill me... If you don't kill me, I won't live long."

Yan Shuo didn't speak, and took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to him: "Drink it, and the pain will be gone."

Er Zhurong no longer had the strength to reach out to pick it up.Yan Shuo pulled out the cork, bent down to support his chin, and pressed the bottle mouth to his mouth.

The man didn't resist, he opened his mouth and let the cold liquid flow down his mouth and into his throat.After a dry cough, he closed his eyes again and lowered his head.

Waiting for death is an extremely long process.Yan Shuo stood quietly in front of Er Zhurong, seeing his breathing gradually slowed down, a morbid blush appeared on his cheeks, like a drunk taking a nap.

Even in such an embarrassing state of dying, the man is still astonishingly beautiful.The bright red blood set off his pale skin, and there was still wet venom at the corners of his lips, adding a touch of glamour to the desolation.If Yuan Ziyou saw this scene, he couldn't bear to let him go.

Yuan Ziyou is obsessed with blood and bright things, he has always known.

"What on earth do you... take him for?" Yan Shuo asked blankly, asking the question that had been in his mind all along.

There was a dead silence all around, and the man seemed to have lost his voice.

People are gone, what's the point of thinking about it?Yan Shuo smiled self-deprecatingly, turned around and walked to the prison door.Just as he was about to raise his hand, there was an inaudible murmur from behind him.

"Things without conscience..."

Yan Shuo turned his head abruptly, only to see Er Zhurong's right hand clutching his abdomen hanging down by his side, his fingertips trembled slightly, and then there was no more movement.

A few steps back to the corner to check the man's breath, this time he is really dead.

Today in the Mingguang Palace, Yan Shuo was ready to die with Er Zhurong.

It only takes a second for a master to compete.Yan Shuo had expected that Er Zhurong would take Yuan Ziyou as a hostage, but he didn't expect his reaction to be so fast.The moment the knife was pressed against his neck, he knew that he had little chance of winning.The best result was just to stab the opponent's abdomen with the dagger at the same time as the opponent's hand was raised and lowered.

However, Er Zhurong was still a step behind.When he found out that the person on the chair was not Yuan Ziyou, he failed to cut his throat immediately, but was stabbed at the vital point by the other party first.

It's just because it's not the blade but the back of the knife that clings to Yan Shuo's throat.