The princess is killing like crazy again

"Worrying too much?" Emperor Xiao frowned.

Xiao Yurong had never suffered any grievances since he was a child. He would get whatever he wanted, and if he didn't like someone, he would treat that person like a dog and do whatever he wanted.

Unfortunately, her father and brother protected her, so when she made a serious mistake, they only punished her by making her copy a book, and that book was even copied by Li Yaozhi, her companion. If she was punished by making her embroider a flower, she would still beg Wang Fuxuan to help her embroider, which was simply ridiculous.

As for Xiao Yurong being overly worried, no one could imagine what she was worrying about.

"I heard that Rongrong fell ill after the boy from the Li family came to Zhaoyang Prefecture. He has been taking care of her these past few days." Emperor Xiao said, "The Li family is a wealthy family. Can that boy do it?"

Xiao Yuxie replied: "Since Li Yaozhi is the princess's study companion, he must understand Rongrong's thoughts."

Li Yaozhi was waiting outside the house at this time, being very polite and not disturbing the family. Eyes watch the nose, nose watch the mouth, mouth watch the heart.

"When choosing a companion for Rongrong, we should have chosen one from among the girls of noble families, but Rongrong chose the companion portrait prepared for Yusheng, and chose Li Yaozhi." Emperor Xiao looked at Xiao Yurong who was still sleeping, "Since my son has chosen him, let him enter the palace as a companion."

Speaking of these old stories, Emperor Xiao sighed, "The Li family was reluctant, but they still let him enter the palace. Although he was a man of both literary and military skills, he was like a puppet, with more gentleness than sincerity. No one is perfect, but he was so perfect that he was not real."

"This fake person framed by a noble family has been so devoted to my son over the years, which is admirable. What happened now?" Emperor Xiao lifted the messy hair in front of Xiao Yurong's forehead and asked lightly.

"Father, do you think Rongrong's illness is related to Li Yaozhi?" Xiao Yuxie asked.

Emperor Xiao asked back, "Your sister would make a scene for a long time whenever something went wrong. The only people who could affect her mood were those few people. The imperial physician said that she was worried too much. Have you ever seen her get sick for this reason?"

Xiao Yu paused and said, "In this case, let Li Yaozhi not come to Zhaoyang Mansion these days. Let's discuss it again after Rongrong recovers."

"Hmm." Emperor Xiao said indifferently, "Choose a few more doctors to take a look. If the illness continues, I'm afraid it will hurt your body."

Emperor Xiao meant that Li Yaozhi should not come to the princess's mansion again until Xiao Yurong recovered from her illness, but Xiao Yurong still had nightmares.

In her dream, there were constant sounds of fighting and clashing of weapons, which kept her awake all night. They were all memories of her past life.

On the day when the army was defeated and the city was captured, some fled and some died. Xiao Yurong felt hopeless, so he committed suicide to die for his country.

Anyway, the people she cared about were either dead or injured. They either all died or betrayed her.

She set the princess's house on fire and committed suicide with a sword.

In the midst of heavy snow, raging flames, and a tenuous moment of life, she vaguely heard a slight voice calling out.

"Your Highness - Your Highness -" The voice was getting closer and closer, familiar, and so anxious.

Someone picked her up, and she saw Li Yaozhi's tearful eyes and heard Li Yaozhi calling her "Your Highness" with sobs.

In a trance, she also heard the sound of a wheelchair. Was it Wang Fuxuan? Oh, and she also saw the cold and hard lower half of his face. That was Cui Qining. He should be very happy that his revenge was achieved. After all, she, the culprit, was finally dead.

And then there was Liu Pinjue's voice, which was sometimes far away and sometimes near. I couldn't hear what he said clearly. I only heard "Qingqing" which covered up Xueluo's voice.

Xiao Yurong wanted to say something, but she was too cold, too painful, and too tired to say anything. Even breathing was difficult, and the blood seemed to be rushing to her mouth and nose.

Her body temperature was constantly dissipating, and Li Yaozhi covered the wound on her neck with his hand, but blood kept flowing out from between his fingers.

Why are you crying? If you want to kill me, why are you crying? Xiao Yurong wanted to ask him this.

No, even though Li Yaozhi had fanned the flames, he probably didn't want to kill her. Xiao Yurong thought about it with her groggy mind.

But it didn't matter anymore, because she was going to die anyway. Xiao Yurong closed her eyes.

Xiao Yurong didn't know what happened afterwards, but she seemed to have heard gossip among the people, and the key words she extracted were nothing more than the new emperor ascending the throne or something like that.

When Emperor Zhaoyang died, the eldest son of the Li family committed suicide.

What... In his chaotic consciousness, Xiao Yurong became even more confused.

Li Yaozhi committed suicide. Was this a true event in her previous life, or was it just an imagined ending in her dream?

"Boom--" A loud thunder struck, and Xiao Yurong, who was trapped in a nightmare, was suddenly awakened. He gasped to calm himself down, but the sounds of burning, killing and looting in the dream still faintly echoed in his ears.

There was a thunderstorm, and the withering peonies in the yard were blown down, leaving only a patch of fallen petals on the ground.

Outside the door, there was the sound of drizzling rain and the sound of guqin. The sound was melodious and graceful, like the rustling of wind blowing through green bamboos, rippling in the ears and gradually drowning out the sounds of crying and fighting.

Those annoying voices were calmed down. Xiao Yurong listened to the familiar piano music and felt as if something was blocking his throat and his eyes were sore.

Didn't the emperor tell him not to come? Xiao Yurong turned sideways and closed his eyes.

The tune changed and it was the Spring Banquet again.

Long-lived woman, spring banquet.

Li Yaozhi really hoped that she would live a long life, but it was a pity that she died.

The clear and peaceful sound of the piano echoed for a long time in the lonely rainy night. In the low clouds of the summer night, with hairpins in disorder and hair in disarray, the past events silently changed with each season.

Suddenly, there was a faint rumble of thunder and the sound of a musical instrument, as if she was crying quietly in her dream.

Was it her dream or the heavy rain that wet the pillow?

For several days in a row, Li Yaozhi would play the piano outside Xiao Yurong's bedroom in the middle of the night.

A few days later, Xiao Yurong recovered from his illness.

It is still necessary to recuperate after recovering from a serious illness. Xiao Yurong has not been to the Imperial College for these days and missed the end of the course.

Xiao Yurong herself did not think so. She was too lazy to look at Liu Pinjue's expression. What bothered her was that there were no classes in the Imperial College, and she was still Liu Pinjue's last disciple and had not yet graduated.

Wang Fuxuan has left his post, and Li Yaozhi should have left his post a long time ago, but he was delayed because of his study partner Xiao Yurong. Not long ago, Liu Pinjue also held a leaving ceremony for him.

Now all that’s missing is Xiao Yurong.

Xiao Yurong didn't want to attend Liu Pinjue's class and wished she could pretend to be sick for a longer time. However, if she wasn't well, she wouldn't be able to do anything on her own. Emperor Xiao wouldn't allow her to do something like a search while she was sick.

Just as he was feeling worried, a voice came from outside the door: "Sir, the princess has gone to bed..."

"What? Did she order no one to enter?" another voice said.

Speak of the devil, and he will appear. Xiao Yurong said, "The master is here."

She stood up to greet him and invited Liu Pinjue in, and the two sat opposite each other.

Xiao Yurong asked someone to pour tea and asked, "Sir, why did you come to visit me in person?"

"I heard that my student has just recovered from a serious illness. Since I am his teacher, I should come to visit him." Liu Pinjue said calmly.

"Sir, you're joking. Others come to visit when they are sick, but you choose to come after you recover. You are really different." Xiao Yurong said sarcastically.

Many people came and went to visit Liu Pinjue, and when they came to her, they would wait until she recovered. Xiao Yurong was sure that Liu Pinjue had no good intentions to visit her.

Liu Pinjue remained calm, "The imperial physician said that you worry too much and often dream of the sound of weapons. In front of you, Li Yaozhi played the zither in the middle of the night, and in the back, Cui Qining ordered the Jinwu Guards patrolling the surrounding area to stay away and inspected the area in person. Your father, brother, and uncle are also looking for medical treatment. As a teacher, I really can't think of any use for me."

Xiao Yurong was too lazy to argue with Liu Pinjue about this question, so he asked, "Sir, are you here just to visit?"

"Not really." Liu Pinjue picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Dreaming about the sound of weapons is mostly experienced by soldiers who have just returned from the battlefield. It's strange for you, a noble girl."

Xiao Yurong was startled. He almost forgot how perceptive this person was. He offered tea to cover up: "What I dreamed about is not something I can decide."

Liu Pinjue smiled but said nothing.

The two people fell into silence. Xiao Yurong felt more and more guilty. The hand holding the teacup began to sweat. Being stared at by Liu Pinjue, it seemed that all his thoughts were exposed.

After a moment, Liu Pinjue said slowly, "So, why did you collect evidence of corruption against those officials?"

Xiao Yurong suddenly raised his head and looked at Liu Pinjue. He even knew about this so quickly?

Xiao Yurong lowered his head again, "I just want to get rid of harm for the country."

"Really?" Liu Pinjue did not expose him and sipped his tea calmly.

After a pause, Xiao Yurong calmed down and smiled: "If I ask for military power from my father in order to gain fame, how would you view me, sir?"

"Military power?" Liu Pinjue raised his eyebrows, showing some interest, "What's the use of it?"

"Of course, he will hold the military power and have great influence over the government in the future." Xiao Yurong answered frankly.

Liu Pinjue's eyes were like thick ink, full of mockery, "Princess, you really have an owl's heart and a crane's appearance, who can tell?"

"In troubled times, I am like a floating duckweed. I have made many plans just to protect myself, but you are spying on me like this." Xiao Yurong pretended to lament, "This is what makes me sad."

"Xiao Qingqing, do your father and brothers know that you have such ambitions? Do they know the fangs that are about to show out from under your delicate skin?" Liu Pinjue supported his head with his hands and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Xiao Yurong covered his mouth with his hand, pretending to be surprised, "Why do you miss me so much, sir? My father and brother have taken good care of me, and I want to do something to help them so that they don't have to work so hard. It's reasonable."

"Sir, you think of me so much because you think I have ambitions to rule the country?" Xiao Yurong tilted her head and leaned forward. "Sir, don't you think I want to be the emperor? No, if I ascend to that position, I should be called a goddess."

These words were extremely treasonous. If anyone heard them, the entire clan would be executed. Yet Xiao Yurong actually dared to say them in front of Liu Pinjue.

Liu Pinjue once again looked at his student in front of him. From the moment he accepted her as his disciple, he had almost known all the good and bad things about her.

Revengeful and selfish. A bit naive and foolishly kind, but it's a pity that he is more cold-hearted.

To put it bluntly, Xiao Yurong has nothing to offer except her beautiful appearance. She is just a skeleton in disguise.

Now, it was much more interesting. Flesh and blood seemed to have grown out of the rotten bones, although it was cold, smelly, and ambitious.

He had said long ago that she was smart, and if she put in some effort, she would have made rapid progress.

"Do you know your uncle Huo Zhao? Whenever someone submitted an impeachment memorial to the emperor, he would go into the imperial study, take the memorial away and burn it," said Liu Pinjue.

Seeing Xiao Yurong's calm eyes, he knew that Xiao Yurong also understood these things. "Although the Cui family is loyal to Chu Le, they are not loyal to your father. The Li family does not care about the rise and fall of Chu Le, but the rise and fall of the family. The Wang family is also interesting. If there is any profit to be made, they will definitely tear off a piece of flesh and blood."

Xiao Yurong listened to him carefully: "Sir, why are you telling me this?"

"Who is the orthodox one? Aren't your father and brother the orthodox one? Then why are the aristocratic clans so arrogant?" Liu Pinjue said calmly, "If your father and brother purge the clan in the future, then they will be traitors and villains who will be infamous for thousands of years, and the treacherous and corrupt will be in power. But if the clan is powerful and strong, then your father and brother will be a tyrant and a tyrant emperor."

Liu Pinjue said: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit."

"Power is not a gift from heaven. It is fickle and will belong to whoever can seize it." Xiao Yurong lowered his eyes and said, "Since the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, why can't I get involved in government affairs? Am I the only man in the world who can stir up trouble?"

Liu Pinjue looked up at her wearily, "You are quite arrogant and thoughtful."

"Whoever can ascend to that chair will be the legitimate heir." Xiao Yurong curled the corners of his lips, "If I succeed to the throne, you will be the imperial teacher."

"Heh." Liu Pinjue laughed and reached out to flick Xiao Yurong's brow, "Sit still."

He stood up with his hands behind his back, "In your opinion, why are the aristocratic families so powerful?"

"The aristocratic families have a deep foundation, passed down from generation to generation, and they change emperors all the time. It was when Taizu pacified the chaotic times that he founded the Chule Dynasty. How many years has Chule existed, but how many years have the aristocratic families existed? Although the royal family is orthodox, it is weak." Xiao Yurong sat upright.

"Yes, you have learned your lesson." Liu Pinjue looked at her with satisfaction. "Not only are there internal troubles, but there are also external troubles. The surrounding barbarians are eyeing us covetously, and the princes of the fiefdoms are ambitious. If the royal family falls, then the chaotic world will begin again."

Xiao Yurong frowned slightly, "Since the mountains and rivers are broken in the chaotic times, why are so many people thinking about the coming of the chaotic times?"

Liu Pinjue pressed her shoulders and walked in front of her. "Chaos is the ladder to power. Power is a game. The winners write the history books."

"If you want to seize power, it's too early." Liu Pinjue sneered lightly.

"I will take a shortcut. Sir, you may want to see if I can get it." Xiao Yurong smiled.

"If many heroes rise up in the future to fight for the world, do you think you can compete with them?" Liu Pinjue raised his eyebrows.

"To end the chaotic world, we need a monarch who can open up the chaos." Xiao Yurong raised his eyes and looked at Liu Pinjue, "Sir, do you think that there are so many talented people in this world, how many of them can be compared to you?"

Liu Pinjue was slightly startled. They tried to pull each other back and forth, and he took the opportunity to clear the fog for Xiao Yurong and enlighten her. It was a back and forth exchange.

Although Xiao Yurong's words seemed like flattery, they actually laid the ambitions of both parties clearly on the table, transforming their relationship from teacher and student to monarch and subject, and into possible rivals in the future.

Over the past few years, among all the kings, princes, generals and ministers, only Xiao Yurong believed that troubled times were inevitable and that he would be one of the heroes vying for supremacy.

"Xiao Qingqing, I underestimated you." Liu Pinjue laughed. The smile at the corner of his lips was as chilling as the red leaves in the morning rain, with hidden murderous intent.

"If that day really comes." Liu Pinjue grabbed Xiao Yurong's wrist and pulled him in front of him.

He said: "The only two people who can compete for supremacy in this world are you and me."