Your Highness - Blooming

Hall of Xuanhe

"It's cold, it's cold, Your Highness... cold... help me!" The saint king dreamed that Xian was slowly sinking into the bottom of the lake, surrounded by monsters and ghosts, they were eating Xian's body... "Zi Fu, Zi Fu... "The Holy King murmured.

"Your Majesty." The palace maid waited softly by the bed.

The holy king suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the maid beside him, and ordered her coldly: "Open the secret room!" Seeing the maid turned and walked to the study, the holy king raised his eyebrows and curled his lips into a smile, "20 years, you and this king We only met each other eight times in the dream, do you really hate me!?"

In the secret room, three beggars were imprisoned. To be precise, they were not beggars, but the clothes hadn't been changed for a long time, they were tattered and unkempt, and looked no different from beggars.Even the flies circled around them as if mocking them.

"His Royal Highness!" the Holy King clasped his hands and walked slowly into the secret room. One of them trembled when he heard the voice, and screamed like crazy, while the other guarded him tightly behind him, and the only one left was sitting upright. It seemed that he didn't notice the man in the yellow robe in front of him at all.The holy king standing against the light stood in front of him, and the shadow shrouded him as if declaring his sovereignty, and an inexplicable sense of oppression hit his face. "Heh, how did our grand prince, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who calls the wind and rain, be reduced to such a state!" the Holy King asked with a smile.The lights in the secret room were dim, and it was impossible to see his expression at the moment.

"If you want to kill, you have to do what you want!" The man couldn't help but said.

"Hmph! Wouldn't it be too cheap to let you die so happily!" The Holy King turned and walked towards the man who had been screaming since he entered the door, and stretched out his hand to stroke his head.

"Third Brother!" The person who had been protecting him stretched out his hand to stop the Holy King.

"Fourth! What? You can't even touch your people?" Sheng Wang glanced at him, ignored him, and pulled out the shivering man, "Thirteen, look, how much your fourth brother loves you!" !" Stretching out his hand, he patted Shisan on the shoulder and comforted him: "Little Shisan, come and tell third brother who you want to kill today!" The Holy King sat on the table, and suddenly dragged Shisan to his knees.

"Third Brother, Thirteen doesn't want to kill, I don't want to kill! Third Brother..." His Royal Highness Thirteen has been locked up in this secret room with the other ten princes since his father passed away at the age of seven. At that time, he didn't know anything It's called imprisonment, and every time his third brother comes to the secret room, he will ask him who he hates and wants to kill whom?In the beginning, he would point at anyone at random. At that time, everyone was terrified and tried their best to please him, for fear that he would be the next to die.Seeing that there are fewer and fewer people in the secret room, Shisan thought that all this was caused by himself.Now there are only two people left, the first prince is the elder brother of a compatriot, and the fourth prince is the person I like, but it's a pity that he is really good to me?Or are you just as flattering as those before?

"Huh? Then if they don't die, you will die for them!" The Holy King played with the exquisite dagger in his hand, lowered his head and gently patted Thirteen's face with the blade.

"Third brother!" The fourth child fell to his knees with a plop, and tried his best to block the thirteenth, "Forgive him, he is still young and ignorant, I am willing to replace him, kill me!" Looking at the old man With four red and swollen eyes, and a look of death, the Holy King remembered his mother and concubine...

"Which hand is better to chop off?" The imperial concubine looked at the holy king lying on the long bench, twisted her orchid fingers and leaned on the reclining chair pretending to think.

"Mother Concubine, he has hit his ministers with both hands, and he should chop them up!" The eldest prince ran up to the noble concubine, hugged her arms and swayed coquettishly.

"Young concubine, please spare my son! He is still young and ignorant, and he offended the eldest prince. I, a mother, failed to teach him well! I would like to be punished on his behalf!" The umbrella clashed with the eldest prince, and the two were entangled in the imperial garden. Later, the eldest prince told his concubine mother that the imperial concubine was still not relieved after beating the holy king for more than ten boards, and threatened to chop off his arm so that he could no longer beat others.Fortunately, the virtuous son Fu arrived in time, and after some reasoning, the imperial concubine's anger was calmed down. The imperial concubine punished his mother and son to kneel outside the hall of Shengde for more than ten hours before giving up.

"Fourth, you and this king have a good friendship in the past, and today this king will spare you!" The holy king put away his dagger and got up to go out the door. Thirteen couldn't believe that the person in front of him would not kill today, he slowly Climbed to the eldest prince's side to try to please his only elder brother.However, in the next second, the eldest prince grabbed the shackles that were used to imprison them and put them around Shisan's neck, strangled Shisan forcefully and shouted, "Don't be afraid, Thirteen! I will accompany you, brother!"

For a moment, the fourth prince panicked and rushed forward to fight with the eldest prince. However, the eldest prince had already become popular with martial arts since he was a child, and strangled his own brother to death with his hands and feet.Then he flew and slammed into the wall at the door, hot blood spattered on the Holy King's cheek.The Holy King looked back at the corpse at his feet, then at Shisan and the fourth child. He never thought of killing Shisan, but who would believe it now?

"Third brother! Are you satisfied?!" The fourth child's eyes were red, his face was expressionless, and he looked up at the Holy King. "Twenty years ago, the hall of Shengde was burned down, causing the princes to fake their deaths! Then they ascended the throne in my name! The virtuous concubine (Holy Queen Mother) was killed, Zifu fell into the lake, and now the prince is dead too! Are you satisfied? Oh, and me, I know so much! It should be killed, right?" After saying this, the fourth child raised his head and laughed, and couldn't help but bury his head in the thirteenth Crying on the chest. "Third brother! Third brother, third brother! If Zifu is still alive, what should he do when he sees you killing innocent people so indiscriminately? Is this really what you want? Have you never thought about why Zifu left the palace? After Concubine Xian's death, you had a bloody fight with the First Prince, and even deliberately revealed Zifu's identity to attract the First Prince to hunt him down... How disappointed must he be to leave you so cruelly?"

"It's not like this! No! Zifu...he always hoped that the king would ascend to the throne of God! He said that he would accompany the king for the rest of his life! It's not what you said, it's not..." The holy king ran away like crazy In the secret room, the dormitory was smashed to pieces, and she threw herself in front of the mirror, looking at herself in the mirror wearing a golden dragon mask.Gently wiped away the blood left by the eldest prince and took off the mask, a scarlet burn occupied his right eye, which was the scar left by deliberately scalding himself to frame the princes 20 years ago. "Come here!" Seeing the shivering court lady standing behind the curtain in the mirror, the Holy King beckoned.The maid silently stepped forward and knelt at the feet of the Holy King, not daring to look up into his eyes. "Are you afraid?" The Holy King raised the maid's chin and forced her to look at him.

"Not afraid." The maid replied in a low voice.

"Don't be afraid! Why are you trembling?" The holy king pushed the maid away, stood up and raised his foot to kick her, then seemed to think of something, "Who is this king?"

"Your Majesty." The palace maid replied stiffly, knowing that she would not escape the dead end today.

"Very good! What about the title of the king?" The Holy King couldn't wait to ask again.

"Haowang Palace..." The maid received a heartwarming kick before she could finish her sentence.

"You bastard, get out!" The Holy King walked into the study and sat down in front of the easel, staring at Zifu's unfinished portrait in a daze...

"Drink the soup and rest early." Nan vacated his room for the mother and son, brought a bowl of hot beef bone soup to the table, stood at the door and watched the woman sip it, as if tasting Careful like fine nectar and jade dew. "What's this child's name?" Looking at the little man sleeping soundly on the bed, Nan couldn't help but think of that man. He was also such a small one when he first saw him...

"Yu'er, his father passed away early, and he never had a serious name." The woman put down the soup bowl and followed Nan's gaze to the bedside, "It's late at night, you have been tossing me for a long time, you should go to bed early. I will leave early tomorrow morning, so I will not drag you down!"

drag?Nan didn't understand why he said dragging, but he didn't want to know.I was so sleepy that I couldn't keep my eyes open, so I moved the quilt and spread it in the corridor to lie down together. Not long after, someone knocked on the door again.

"Open the door, open the door, the yamen handles the case!" After Nan opened the door, a group of officers and soldiers broke into the lobby, and the leader showed his token and ordered a search.Nan suddenly noticed something, looked up and saw that the woman had walked out of the room, but the child was not there.

"Take it away!" The general gave an order, and all the generals escorted the woman out.When passing by Nan, the woman turned her head and gave him a hard look, her expression was very much like someone...

"You don't save my queen mother and concubine today!? Good! Remember this king! You also remember it well for this king..."

"Didn't you always hope that this king would be on the throne? What is this injury? You are immortal..."

"Look, these idiots think you're a monster! Are you scared now? They're going to burn you to death..."

These scenes... hideous features flashed through my mind frame by frame.It's the Holy King, his proud disciple!

"What are you doing? How can you let a beggar in?" Nan Yi was shocked by the shopkeeper's scolding, "Guest officers, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The commotion caused by the officers and soldiers just now caused everyone to be helpless. Sleep peacefully, and stand in front of the fence to watch the excitement.The shopkeeper taught Nan a few words and went back to his room to continue to sleep, but Lian'er squatted at the door of Nan's room to help tidy up the bedding on the floor.

"Auntie, I'll come by myself, you go to bed!" Seeing Nan's complexion, Lian'er didn't dare to say anything more.Nan Juan rolled the quilt and pushed open the door to see the sleeping child, and then remembered that he was still here, but how could he sleep so soundly after such a big commotion?He walked quickly to his side and stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, only to see that his face was pale, but his body was burning badly.Nan injected a little spiritual power into him, and seeing that he no longer had a fever, he brought hot water to wipe his sweat off his body.

In the middle of the night, Nan sat at the table and looked at his hands. He hadn't used spells for many years, but he felt powerless to save the child just now. He thought, "Your Highness! I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for your reincarnation!" He curled up his knees and wrapped his hands around his legs Squatting on a chair, buried his head between his legs, and fell into a drowsy sleep...

330 years of Qingfeng

Jiuqi Mountain Cliff

"The eldest prince said, catch him alive!" A group of officers and soldiers surrounded Xian, Xian himself was not afraid, but at this moment his hands were bound by the ring of immortals, and he couldn't use his mana at all.Seeing that they are about to succeed, and that he will be taken back to the palace again, waiting for his fate... Xian raised his hands and pulled out the wooden hairpin that binds his hair, and stabbed it hard on the horse's back, and the horse jumped up instantly in shock He ran towards the cliff and shook off Xian, "Shoot the arrow! Don't let him escape!" the prince ordered.At the same moment, thousands of arrows were fired at Xian, and his body fell from the cliff into the lake... Xian saw a group of monsters eating his body, sucking his condensed energy for thousands of years!Half of his body was buried in the Lake of Ten Thousand Demons, and Xian tasted the taste of death.In a daze, he saw the person sitting on the throne, the person who said he loved him so young and said he wanted to watch the peach blossoms bloom with him!It's a pity that everything has changed... Xian slowly closed his eyes...

"Mother, thirsty..." Hearing a faint voice, Nan suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the bed, "Are you awake?" He poured a cup of tea and brought it to the bedside, and helped him to drink it.

"Where is this? Who are you? Where is my mother?"

"This is the Tongzhai Inn. I'm a guy here. Your mother sold you to work here." In just 20 years, I can't even blink my eyes when I've learned to lie.

"Alright, if you sell me and have money, I won't be arrested as a beggar!" He didn't seem disappointed, on the contrary, he was very happy.

"The beggar is going to be arrested? What does this mean?" Nan was a little puzzled. Just now the shopkeeper also scolded him for not letting beggars in. Speaking of which, it was the first time he had seen a beggar in the past 20 years.

"Are you a foreigner? How come you don't know about the imperial order?" Yu looked at Nan in disbelief, "Even a foreigner knows that there is no begging in the world! You..."

"Oh, that's it...it's nothing, it's still early...you can go to sleep again!" Nan ignored him and left the room quickly.

Qingfeng 320 Eight Years

The holy king was suspected of cooperating with the virtuous son Fu to persecute the former king. The eldest prince led a heavy army to search the virtuous mansion and found this unfinished portrait. All the officials said that this painting was the former king.There is nothing wrong with wanting to commit a crime, so the two were thrown into prison.

Looking at the portrait, the Holy King went back to 22 years ago in a daze. At that time, he had just become an adult and received a title, and shared a house with his mother and concubine.Although he is still not valued by his father, at least his life is no longer as miserable as before.In the same year, under Xian's painstaking guidance, the sage king's blockbuster on the [-]th birthday of the late king was finally recognized.However, this is also the source of tragedy...

"Throne! Ha... Didn't you always hope that this king can sit on the throne? Look, this king has done it..." His slender fingers stretched out to the scroll, and the fingertips were frosted on the person on the painting, "But the world thinks that the person on the throne It’s King Hao! It’s King Hao who brings them wealth, the one who bows down, and the ministers call for King Hao! It’s King Hao! Not this king! Who is this king? This king is a holy king! He was born of a beggar! So This king is also a beggar! An out-and-out beggar!" The holy king roared with tears streaming down his face, stood up abruptly, pulled out the long sword hanging on the wall and pointed it at the portrait, "This king has been begging you for eight full years, In the end, you are also the father who loves this king wholeheartedly, right? Hahaha, a person like this king is only worthy of being a stand-in after all..." The holy king swung his sword to split the portrait.

"Third Brother..." At some point, King Hao stood at the entrance of the study room with Shisan's body in his arms and called softly. He was obviously frightened by the Holy King who just lost control.

"What are you doing?" The Holy King came back to his senses, dropped the sword in his hand and looked at King Hao. When he saw the thirteen corpses, he understood a little.

"Let me go!" King Hao knelt down with a plop, "Thirteen has been trapped in this secret room for too long, you can see that his face is pale! I want to take him to bask in the sun..."

"Are you crazy? He's already dead!" The Holy King was a little annoyed, his concubine was dead, Zifu was gone, and now even his only good brother had to leave...

"I'm not crazy! Do you want to imprison me forever? Third Brother!?" King Hao looked up at him, his scarlet eyes fixed on the Holy King, "This imperial city has trapped me for half my life, I've had enough! Seeing that the Holy King didn't waver at all, "Okay! If you can't get out today, you can kill me with the sword under your feet!"

"Why do you force me to die..." The Holy King finally compromised. King Hao was the only one who didn't care about his identity. He never thought of killing him, but he indirectly killed the person he loved the most.No matter what they do now, there is an irreparable gap between them, and now they can only obey his will and let him go.

Seeing the back of King Hao leaving, the Holy King remembered when he was a child, the chubby King Hao always dragged him to steal food in the imperial dining room, so he was reprimanded a lot.Later, Queen Hao's mother and concubine learned that the Holy King was struggling, so she always made some cakes and gave them to King Hao. After going to court, the two gathered around a table to taste.Those best childhood memories are replaying in my mind frame by frame...

"Your Majesty." There was a man standing at the door, his tall figure doubled by the moonlight.

"You're here, is Zhu'er feeling better?" This was one of the two servant boys of the Imperial College back then, and one of them had his legs broken by the eldest prince, and that was Zhu'er.The other who later became a general was Lie in front of him.Shengwang still asked him if Zhu'er's legs had improved as he had seen him before.

"What's the matter?" Lie never liked to talk too much with him, in the past and now.

"There are corpses in the secret room that need to be dealt with, and besides... the fourth brother, please take care of me." Since the Holy King ascended the throne, the court ladies and eunuchs have changed countless times, but he was the only one left because he felt that he owed them too much. ...

Lie dragged out the body of the eldest prince from the secret room, stood at the door and carefully examined the holy king, the saber that fell at his feet, and the portrait hanging on the easel.Slowly walked over to take down the painting and rolled it up...

"What are you doing!?" Seeing that he seemed to be taking the portrait, the Holy King couldn't help feeling a little flustered, and rushed over to fight for it.Lie turned around, the corpse on the shoulder was shaken by inertia, and slapped the Holy King hard with a cold slap.

"Huh! This slap probably won't wake you up, Your Majesty." Lie stuffed the scroll into his sleeve and strode out of the hall, turned his head and said with a sneer, "Since Your Majesty believes that this portrait is not me, I will take it and deal with it together." ! So as not to make people feel chilled!" His last sentence seemed to be addressed to the Holy King, and it seemed to be addressed to himself...