Prince, your face fell off

There is snow falling, plain white.

The snow covered rice paper, the sky and the earth were so bleak, and the cinnabar in it seemed more and more beautiful.Duan Yun looked at the blood red blooming on the woman's white clothes, his eyes were wide open, he saw the point of the knife piercing the woman's thin body, the blood kept gushing out, dripping into his eyes, soaked a piece of blood red, and then trickled down slowly , like tears.

"Mother Concubine..." Duan Yun stretched out his hand to catch the woman's pale face, and there was a pain on the top of his head. He was dragged out of the woman's arms, Xuechen was dragged out a long mark, and the woman's body fell limply. Into the snowdrift, Duan Yun stared blankly at the person lying in the snow, the pool of blood spread from under her, dyeing the snow red.

"Mother Concubine..." Duan Yun grabbed the snow on the ground and struggled desperately, but there was nothing but the cold touch of the snow particles and the pain of the cut palm.

His neck was strangled, and he opened his mouth, and the bitter liquid medicine was poured into his mouth. He shook his head in horror, and could do nothing but make himself choke.The medicine juice slid down his throat, and his stomach was convulsing. He wanted to vomit, but someone pinched his mouth and forced him to swallow it.

His heart seemed to be clenched and pulled by one hand. He was thrown into the snow, panting with his mouth wide open, like a fish about to die of thirst.There was blood red in front of his eyes, and he thought he had come to Shura Hell for a moment.

Duan Yun struggled on the ground as he dug his fingers at the snow on the ground, then pressed his chest, curled up, his eyes opened wide, looking at the cold blades in the hands of the assassins around him and the indifferent faces, his body gradually lost strength, only heavy breathing remained. Sound like a broken bellows.

When the sky and the earth turned white, Duan Yun prostrated himself on the ground, and in a trance, he saw a person standing quietly under the tree, wearing black clothes and black hair, with a pale face and eyes full of smiles.

"Save...I...save..." Duan Yun stretched out his hand towards the other party, his eyes gradually lost sight, he crawled forward almost desperately, his body formed a ditch in the snow.

The young man was still smiling, his brows soft. When the surrounding assassins saw the young man appearing suddenly, they rushed towards him with their knives in hand.Duan Yun watched the young man press his lips, and made a boo gesture to him, and after that, the sky was full of blood red.

The broken limbs fell, soaking the snow red, the young man walked slowly, still with a smile on his face, took out a square handkerchief from his arms, gently wiped the blood on his face, softly He said, "If you want me to save you, yes, I will make a deal with you. Do you think you have anything you can exchange for?"

Duan Yun was already out of breath, huddled into a ball in the snowdrift, his lips were black and purple.But he still reached out and grabbed the corner of the boy's clothes, "Okay...okay..."

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When people are in despair, they always make some irrational choices. Duan Yun opened his eyes and looked at a section of pitch-black hair.A familiar breath came from his side, looking at someone who was giving the needle, Duan Yun smiled lightly.

The deal... did he regret it?Of course he regretted it, but it was beyond his control.

The bright yellow curtain swayed, and the figure of the maid outside the curtain could be seen faintly. The imperial doctor in front of him slowly inserted the last silver needle into the acupuncture point on his body. Seeing him open his eyes, his lips moved slightly, and he whispered something rascal.

Duan Yun lowered his eyes, but his lips were bitten, causing a slight pain.He suddenly raised his eyes, and saw Mo Shang took out something from his arms, opened his mouth, and threw it in directly, the extreme sweetness spread in his mouth, the sweet person groaned, and Duan Yun's whole face wrinkled It seems that what he hates the most is sweet things, not to mention that these things are so sweet that they are inhumane.Just as he was about to spit out what was in his mouth, his mouth was blocked by Moshang, his lips were pried open, and the sweetness on the tip of his tongue was slowly swept away, leaving only a little sweetness in the end.

"You actually wanted to play tricks. You didn't pay for helping you this time." Mo Shang stretched out his hand, pressed Duan Yun's slightly red and swollen lips, and said softly.

Duan Yun looked at the ordinary face that belonged to the imperial physician, turned his head, and said calmly, "How is Duan Xu doing now?"

"In the main hall, I just moved a little bit. Duan Xu probably won't be able to be the prince." Moshang pushed the hair from Duan Yun's ear to the back of his ear, and sighed, "I have been thinking about what reward I should ask you to pay me." , I just finally thought of it."

"What do you want...?" Duan Yun grabbed Moshang's clothes and tried to sit up, but was pressed on the bed by the other side's shoulders, "When you settle all the revenge you want to avenge, accompany me to Sichuan Hit it." Mo Shang caressed Duan Yun's side face carefully, and chuckled, "You will pay me for the rest of your life."

Duan Yun raised his eyes and stared at Moshang, because Moshang had disguised his eyes, and his eyes were distorted black, Duan Yun reached out and grabbed Moshang's hand, his fingers were weak, but he still held onto him firmly finger, after a while, he said lightly, "...OK."

In the main hall, Duan Xu looked at the furious Emperor Qianyuan with indifferent eyes, and remained silent from beginning to end.

What should come, will come after all, just because he was not prepared in his last life, it doesn't mean he will stay put and wait for death in this life.

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"Who is he?" Gu Jin frowned as he looked at the child who came out of the yard.

"It should be the No.17 son of Emperor Qianyuan, Duan Ling. Concubine Shu is gone, and it seems that he is not living well." Wei Jiao stretched out his arms to hug Gu Jin's waist, put his head on Gu Jin's shoulders, and rubbed against each other. "If possible, I would like to bring him to Huaiyang."

"...What are you doing?" Gu Jin tilted her head slightly, looked at Wei Jiao, only to see that the other party showed a mouthful of white teeth, and smiled sinisterly, "Sacrifice the flag."

Gu Jin: "..."

When the news came that Duan Xu was abolished as crown prince, Emperor Qianyuan had been seriously ill for three days.Duan Xu was thrown into the prison for his outrageous rebellion. Emperor Qianyuan ordered him to be demoted as a commoner, exiled to the northwest, and would never be able to return to Beijing.

When Wei Jiao heard the news, he exchanged a glance with Gu Jin, knowing that the time had come to get out.In the past three days, they haven't heard any news about Chunyuke and his group.Wei Jiao felt a little relieved, thinking they got out safely.The most important thing now is to get out of the palace quickly.

Gu Jin originally thought that Wei Jiao was joking when he said that he took Duan Ling out, but on the day of leaving, Gu Jin looked at the fainted little one behind Wei Jiao, and the corners of his lips twitched, "You don't really want to Take him back to sacrifice the flag?" If you want to do it, don't make such an unfavorable little guy.

The matter of Huaiyang's rebellion has already been settled, and it is only a matter of time before the war with the imperial court. At that time, as long as the other vassals do not want to be suppressed by the Duan royal family, they will probably get involved. Now Duan Xu is in the prison, Emperor Qianyuan is seriously ill, Duan Yun Poisoning, Duan Ye... is simply unreliable.The Qin family will definitely rebel along with Qin Suyi, the Gu family...there is no Gu family anymore.

Daliang's vitality is probably going to be exhausted.

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The night is very good today, dark clouds are rolling, there are no stars and no moon, there is a gust of wind, the palace lanterns in the hallway are swaying, and the light and shadow are flickering.

Chunyuke had long hair hanging down her waist, and a silver-white mask on her face, which just covered half of her face. She was dressed in white, embroidered with the parameters of the Book of Changes, and held a dust whisk in her hand. The sleeves of her clothes fluttered as she moved.

"Master National Teacher."

All the court ladies and eunuchs knelt down to salute.Mo Shang still looked like an imperial physician, with a medicine box on his back, followed Chun Yuke, heading straight for Emperor Qianyuan's bedroom.

The bedroom door was pushed open, Chunyuke stepped straight in, waved, and everyone in the bedroom retreated.The door behind him was closed, the lights flickered, Mo Shang looked at Chun Yuke's back, chuckled, went to the side and closed all the windows, he extinguished the lights one after another, and the hall suddenly darkened.

Emperor Qianyuan lay stiffly on the bed, motionless, only the sound of his heavy breathing rose and fell, his hair was gray, and his eyes were cloudy.Looking at Chun Yuke's figure, he was suddenly excited, "Immortal... Immortal Master... What's wrong with me?"

Chunyuke calmly walked to the bedside, looked at Emperor Qianyuan's haggard appearance, and sighed softly, "What else can I do? Naturally, His Majesty's time has come."

Looking at Emperor Qianyuan's constricted pupils, Chunyuke reached out and took out a red pill from his bosom, "This is the last taste of the longevity pill. After taking it, His Majesty will be able to ascend to Taoism. Do you want it, Your Majesty?"

Emperor Qianyuan looked at Chunyuke and frowned fiercely, "You...you are not a fairy teacher! Who are you?"

Chunyuke wrapped her hands in a handkerchief, opened Emperor Qianyuan's chin, and threw the medicine into it.Emperor Qianyuan blushed instantly, and the veins on his forehead were swollen. He opened his mouth to call someone, but he couldn't utter a word after a long while.

Chunyuke took off the mask, smiled and watched Emperor Qianyuan's expression getting more and more frightened, he sighed, "Brother Emperor, don't you know me? I've missed you so much for so many years."

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Chunyuke slowly stuffed Emperor Qianyuan's mouth with a handkerchief, looked at Emperor Qianyuan who was shaking like chaff, and sighed, "Brother Huang has lived so well for so many years, I am so envious."

Chunyuke leaned over and stared closely at Emperor Qianyuan's eyes. After a long while, she sighed softly, "Brother, do you still remember that young lady from the Wen family?"

Looking at Emperor Qianyuan's terrified expression, Chunyuke said quietly, "She is dead, and the Wen family's direct line is completely gone. Are you happy?"

Chunyuke lit the incense burner slowly, a face was imprinted behind the smoke, ethereal and distorted. "Brother Huang, would you like to know how I survived back then?"

He leaped from a cliff ten thousand feet high. He was determined to die, but he didn't want to wake up again. It wasn't the Underworld of Hades, but the Guqin in a bamboo house. The cheap master when he was studying saved his life.His face was completely disfigured, his veins were broken, and he couldn't even seek death.

Then, reborn.It took him eight years to let Duan Xuan die, and then Chun Yuke came back to life.

"Brother Huang, the 450 members of the Wen family are probably waiting for you below." Chunyuke poured a cup of tea slowly, "If you see my grandfather, remember to say hello to him instead of me."

Emperor Qianyuan trembled all over, the effect of the medicine was taking effect, but he couldn't move his whole body, he could only see Chunyuke's strange chuckle, and his snow-white robe, as if ecstasy.