Splendid Twins

As soon as he finished speaking, Gou Huan suddenly laughed, his breathing became rapid, he vomited blood again, and his body seemed to have been drained of all strength, and he leaned back weakly.

Behind him was a cold, blank tombstone. The surface of the tombstone was smooth and without a trace of any marks, just like his mood at the moment, empty and desperate.

He half leaned forward, barely raising his head, his face extremely pale with blood foam on his lips, and spoke with difficulty:

"Master, when a man is about to die, his words are good. I only want to ask for a sincere word. What is the purpose of your trip here? There is no need to say those hypocritical words... "

Upon hearing this, Master Chan Liao paused for a moment, his eyes deep and compassionate, and then he spoke slowly, his voice not loud but clearly audible:

"Your actions are biased. You are trying to continue the fate of the country by sucking out the souls of people. Such actions are actually against the will of heaven and violate the laws of nature. Therefore, I have come here... to end this cause and effect."

Gou Huan heard this and a mocking sneer appeared on his lips: "Why didn't you come before, but you came just because she found out?"

There were complex emotions flashing in his eyes, "Do you want to witness my end with your own eyes? If I still have a breath left, would you stab me a few more times so that I die more easily?"

There was a hint of joking in his words, but it could not hide the sadness underneath.

After he finished speaking, he nodded gently, as if he had compromised. "Well, when I return to dust, if you don't mind, please turn my dry bones into dust and let them fly away with the wind. I am trapped in the imperial mausoleum for this life. If I can be free after death, that would be my greatest wish..."

Upon hearing this, Master Canliao clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and saluted. He said in a deep and deep voice:

"Amitabha, may the donor be liberated in the next life and be free from suffering."

I don't know when it started, but the sky was gradually covered by thick clouds, like a heavy lead curtain, swallowing up all the sunlight. The whole sky became gloomy and dull, causing people to involuntarily feel panic in their hearts!

Gou Huan's fingertips danced lightly, as if he was weaving an ancient spell. A wisp of deep black spiritual energy quietly overflowed from his palm, curling and entwining in the air, revealing an ominous aura.

Master Chan Liao stood on one side, his eyes deep and calm, as if he was already accustomed to this scene. He gently turned sideways, avoiding the invasion of the ominous aura with an aloof attitude.

At this moment, the sky seemed to be unable to bear this oppression any longer, and heavy rain poured down, accompanied by deafening thunder, as if the gods were venting some unknown anger! !

At this moment, deep in the palace, the little emperor was sitting in his study, practicing calligraphy with great concentration. Every stroke revealed his inner calmness and tenacity.

"Crack!"

A loud thunderclap sounded. The sudden wind, rain and thunder instantly broke the tranquility of the palace and also disturbed the little emperor's mind!

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the chaotic world outside the window. Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable panic and uneasiness in his heart, as if something important was happening quietly...

"Chang Xuan!"

The little emperor's voice echoed in the empty hall with a barely perceptible tremor. His intuition told him that perhaps... something had happened!

He gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, his fingertips turning slightly white due to the force, and his eyes passed through the window frames blurred by the rain, trying to penetrate the heavy haze and see the place that made him uneasy.

Before he finished speaking, an nimble figure leaped down from the beam and knelt on one knee with a respectful and secretive attitude.

This person was wearing a mysterious mask with gold and red patterns, which covered most of his face. Only his eyes were exposed, flashing a sharp light.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been tempered by the years, with a sense of vicissitudes that had not been expressed for a long time:

"Master, what are your orders?"

"You... go to the imperial mausoleum quickly," the little emperor said with some hesitation, but more determination, "see... if there is anything unusual..."

He hadn't finished speaking, but it was enough for Chang Xuan to understand his meaning.

However, in this tense atmosphere, a loud noise suddenly broke the silence in the room.

"Bang!"

The palace door was suddenly kicked open by a powerful force, with such force that it shook continuously.

Lu Yuan stood at the door with a solemn expression, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He first looked down at Chang Xuan who was kneeling on the ground, stayed for a moment, and then slowly turned to the little emperor.

The little emperor was frightened by the loud noise and trembled all over. Then his face turned pale, his eyes widened, and he stood there in a daze, unable to react for a moment.

After a long while, he gradually came back to his senses. He looked up at Lu Yuan's expressionless face, and couldn't help feeling an inexplicable chill in his heart!

He immediately realized that this was a sign that his uncle was about to get angry!

"Uncle Emperor..."

The little emperor's voice trembled slightly, trying to find the right words to explain his uneasiness and guilt, "I... I'm a little scared..." His words revealed an indescribable fragility and dependence.

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at him deeply, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said in a low and meaningful tone:

"What are you afraid of? With the Dragon Guards here, what else does Your Majesty need to worry about?"

This sentence sounds like comfort, but it also carries a hint of irony.

The little emperor's heart tightened, and he naturally heard the hidden meaning in Lu Yuan's words.

Commander of the Dragon Guards - Chang Xuan.

This person is... the person left behind by his father. Although the emperor's uncle and his father are brothers, the gap between them is like an abyss that is difficult to cross. At certain moments, the brotherhood has been completely devoured by the flames of hatred. It is no exaggeration to say that the two are mortal enemies.

In that palace fight, the emperor's uncle settled old scores and consolidated his power. Surprisingly, he showed leniency to Chang Xuan, not only sparing his life, but also allowing him to continue to serve as the commander of the Dragon Guard.

Now, Chang Xuan's appearance means that there are changes in the palace, but the regent king is unaware of the inside story! !

"Uncle, I, I didn't hide it on purpose..."

The little emperor hurriedly explained, with a hint of anxiety and fear in his voice.

In this palace full of power struggles, any trace of concealment could become a fatal handle.

However, Lu Yuan did not give him a chance to continue. He gently raised his hand, interrupted the little emperor's words, and turned his gaze to Chang Xuan who was kneeling on the ground, with a tone of unquestionable majesty:

"Why don't you go and check for your master? Perhaps you are needed there."

Chang Xuan moved slightly when he heard this, but did not stand up immediately.

He lowered his head, his tone respectful and complicated: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

After saying that, he no longer hesitated, quickly stood up, and disappeared into the rain in a flash.

After Chang Xuan left, Lu Yuan turned his gaze to the little emperor again, his eyes deep and complex. He stood there quietly without saying a word, but the air was filled with a depressing and tense atmosphere.