White Moonlight's Substitute Road

The steward of the Qin Tianjian watched the sky at night and let out a deep sigh.

The little follower next to him asked him why he sighed, and the steward said, "The broken army and the stars are moving, the court is so turbulent this year. The crown prince and the first emperor have traveled west with cranes. I just looked again and found that the turmoil is far from over."

The little follower also became worried: "Could there be any more troubles? This, what should I do? Will there be chaos in the world in the future?"

The steward said: "There is no need to worry too much. Although there is a bit of chaos, the Ziwei star is always bright, and there will be someone who will turn the tide to reverse the chaos. This world will not be chaotic. It's just that the chaotic process makes people Worried, I don’t know who will be involved? I hope those upright adults in the prison will be safe in the end.”

Within a few days, the manager's words came true.

There was another wave of chaos in the court, and some people were in bad luck.

These people are not a few adults in the prison who are worried about their affairs, but Tang Qian, who has been selected as the heir apparent and will be enthroned in a few days.

No one was able to explain exactly what happened, but it was probably the original date of enthronement that was delayed by the regent.

King Yi, who couldn't sit still, did some tricks, angered the regent, took him directly to prison, and deprived him of the qualifications of the crown prince.

In this way, the candidate to succeed the great unification will change again.

Tang Qian grabbed Guan Chang's robe and wept bitterly: "Boss Chang has wronged me, you let me see Uncle Huang."

Manager Chang had enjoyed a lot of benefits from this King Yi before, so he didn't want to be too unfeeling at this time, so he said kindly: "The prince is in a fit of anger, and this old slave thinks that His Highness should not make trouble. You can stay here with peace of mind. In a few days, take the opportunity, this old slave will plead with the prince for you again."

Tang Qian froze immediately upon hearing this.

Now that the matter has come to this, it is impossible for him to think about the position of the Son of Heaven any more.

To be able to get out of the prison alive and spend the rest of his life in a idle job is a luxury.

Director Yu looked at him like a deflated ball, sighed and said, "Your Highness is indeed reckless. How can His Highness not see things clearly? You hurt Lord An."

As soon as Tang Qian heard these three words, he was lit like a fire letter, and said angrily: "What's wrong with hurting him? Why can he influence the emperor's uncle's decision? If it is postponed, it will be postponed. This is the enthronement hall. It's not playing tricks. It's just a face that the emperor can see. If I knew that I was in the dungeon at that time, if I tried to offend Si Que, I would definitely ruin his face."

Seeing that he is so obsessed with obsession and repentance, Manager Chang can only sigh to himself in the end, thinking: If Tang Qian had ruined that person's face at that time, he would really have no such troubles now.Because, maybe he has no chance to worry.How can the dead have troubles?

An Chi was not seriously injured.

Speaking of him staying in the Prince Regent's Mansion every day, Tang Ke dragged him to the temple fair one day to play, and was attacked as a result.

No one knows where the Regent emerged from. His movement speed was so fast that ordinary people couldn't see it with naked eyes, and a black whirlwind almost destroyed the entire Temple Fair Street behind him.

But An Chi was still injured by the hidden weapon of the assassin's dart to a little bit of flesh on his shoulder.

It's really just a little bit, not even bloodshot.

But Tang Ling angered everyone, and even Tang Ke was banned from entering the gate of the Regent's Palace again.

He carefully carried An Chi all the way back to the bedroom, untied An Chi's clothes layer by layer with a sullen face, and checked the injury on his shoulder.

If that counts as an injury.

Although the wound was small, Tang Ling treated An Chi carefully.

Gently approached and dried the medicine juice on the wound.

Suddenly the regent blushed, and then he seemed to realize it, and turned his head quickly.

He was worried all the way and anxious all the way before, and he had no time in his mind to think.

At this moment, he was relieved, and only then did he see the snow-white skin on An Chi's shoulders, and when he got closer, he could smell the faint herbal fragrance on it.

Everything that happened before jumped out from the depths of the hazy memory.

The regent almost fled in panic.But as soon as he stood up, he remembered that An Chi's clothes were not pulled properly, and he might catch a cold.

So, he cautiously groped over to put on the clothes that he had just half taken off for An Chi.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he clearly saw the hand that was stretched out, but when he stretched out, he accidentally touched the smooth and moist skin.

As if being burned by fire, Tang Ling subconsciously withdrew his hand, but was grabbed by the wrist.

An Chi gently held Tang Ling's hand, placed it next to his cheek and stroked it gently.

"Tang Ling..." he murmured in a low voice.

The regent froze for a moment as if struck by lightning, then turned around abruptly and hugged the man tightly into his arms.

The night fell, and the stars twinkled.

There were no lamps in the chambers of the Regent's Palace.

The two snuggled quietly on the bed in the darkness.

"How did you survive then?" An Chi asked softly.

Tang Ling held An Chi tightly in his arms, and could still feel the warmth of each other's bodies through the robe.

This feeling made him feel at ease, at ease, happiness and satisfaction that he had never had before.

That's enough, nothing more is needed.

Therefore, when he heard An Chi ask about that year, he no longer had the resentment and unwillingness of the past.

At that time, he was framed by the prince. Although the old emperor didn't catch any real evidence when he arrived, he broke into the palace of the concubine in the harem.

It is impossible for the old emperor to give him any chance to defend himself.Even if he defended, the old emperor would not believe his words and doubt the prince.

Therefore, punishment is inevitable.

The old emperor punished him to guard Xiling.

Xiling can also be regarded as the imperial mausoleum, but apart from the founder of the country and the generation of courtiers who followed him, the rest of the royal family were not buried there.

The mountain where the West Mausoleum is located is called Luojian Mountain. The imperial mausoleum is in front of the mountain, and in a deep cave behind the mountain, what is buried are the corpses of the last generation of the royal family and nearly a thousand loyal subordinates who were killed in the previous dynasty.

Benchao is a ruthless person, and he killed people when he killed them, and didn't take it to heart.

Unexpectedly, many years later, the hostile soul in that pit turned into a demon and became a monster.

The family members and the exorcist eminent monk used the sacred stone talisman array in the cave town of Houshan to temporarily subdue the hostility of those demons.

Later, the eminent monk suggested that the mausoleums of Mao Zedong and the first generation of brave generals of this dynasty should be buried in the front mountain, and the souls of those unwilling people from the previous dynasty should be trampled under their feet for generations to suppress.

The effect is there, but for the mausoleum guards guarding the West Tomb, Luojian Mountain is an eerie place after all.

No matter how powerful the emperor's aura was, he could still hear the unwilling cries of those ghosts from the previous dynasty in the middle of the night.

Tang Ling became the guardian of the tomb.

But he didn't expect the prince to be unwilling, and he was still upset that he didn't kill Tang Ling.

So, under the pretense of being ill, he drove an express car all the way to Xiling.

Then someone tied Tang Ling up and sent him to the Houshan Devil's Nest in person.

The Houshan Devil's Cave is guarded by a talisman array, except for the royal family and the people of the An family, no one else can approach it.

Therefore, Tang Ling was thrown into the magic pit with thousands of bones by the prince himself.

At the last moment of his fall, he saw An Jin's face.

She should have discovered the prince's change and came after him.

He saw the expression on her face was startled at first, but turned cold at the last moment.

At that time Tang Ling was puzzled and resentful.

Now that he thought about it, he realized that An Jin must have hated what Tang Ling did to An Chi in Zhilan Palace...

When he fell into the devil's lair, wasn't An Chi also wandering on the line of life and death?

What An Chi asked now was naturally how he survived after falling into the devil's lair.

Tang Ling thought for a while and said, "It's you!"

"Huh?" An Chi was puzzled.

"It's the drop of blood you fed to Si Que. The blood has the power of a red dragon."

An Chi moved his body to make himself more comfortable in Tang Ling's arms.

He chuckled lightly and said, "A single drop of blood does not have the power to resist the entire power of the cold demon. You said that on purpose to make me happy, and then you forgot that you mistook me for your sister?"

His words immediately made Tang Ling's heart rise in his throat.

"I..." He tried to explain, but found that he had no face to explain.

The same face, the same cloak, but a completely different breath.

Why is he so stupid?

He couldn't explain it, so An Chi continued: "Or, you just like my sister. Now hugging me like this, and kissing me like that just now, is it just because I have a face exactly like my sister's?"

The regent almost turned over and knelt down, he hugged An Chi tightly, wishing he could embed him in his body.

"No." He said in a panic, "it's not like that. I like you."

It was you who made me feel happy in the sound of the piano on a moonlit night, and it was you who came on the moon when I was in the most pain.

Even in the most difficult days in the Devil's Den, he hummed the tunes they played together to relieve the pain and gain hope to persevere.

But he was stupid and stupid, he couldn't say what he was thinking, he just put his arms around An Chi and kept saying "no".

"Okay," An Chi said softly and warmly, "I believe you."

Tang Ling, who was trusted, did not relax. He felt depressed because of the time he missed because of his stupidity.

He lowered his head and kissed An Chi's forehead and cheeks, his movements were gentle, with the piety of a pilgrimage.

An Chi let his intimacy hold Tang Ling's big hand with one hand, and asked him, "Does it hurt? Is it hard?"

A little cursed birthmark had already tortured him to the point where he was almost out of shape.

It's unimaginable what it feels like to fall directly into the center of the cold demon power formed by thousands of unwilling ghosts.

"Fortunately," Tang Ling said, "It was difficult at first, but then I got through it. This magic power permeated my body, and I can gradually manipulate it."

An Chi calmed down, and pressed his head against Tang Ling's chest, trying to listen to the clamoring power of the cold demon inside.

He probably understood that Tang Ling's "get over it" must have been through so much pain and despair.

What saved his life was not only the little blood in Si Que's body, but also the small part of Tang Ling's blood from the previous dynasty, and the cursed birthmark that hadn't completely disappeared.

Today, these are not the most important.

An Chi asked Tang Ling, "Will you abolish Tang Qian?"

"Yes." Tang Ling replied bluntly.

An Chi asked again: "Then will you become emperor yourself?"

"No." Still without hesitation.

"Then who will you choose as emperor?"

This time Tang Ling hesitated: "...I didn't think about it, what do you think?"

"How about Tang Ke?" An Chi suggested.

"...Okay." Tang Ling replied.