evil prince

In the end, Heliantuo released the captured uncle back to his distant hometown, and let him go back to live in his old age, which was regarded as a reward for his many years of service to the country and the people.

Some courtiers who have been following the uncle of the country, the emperor also gave them the rewards they deserved. Those who were willing to stay continued to be reused, and those who were not willing to leave with rewards showed the greatness of the emperor's grace.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty seemed to start to look at Helian Chiyan with admiration for the fact that Helian Chiyan had saved the little prince, but the prophecy of the witch god still made them feel resentful, so the Queen Mother once again proposed that Helian Chiyan Suggestions for staying in the imperial mausoleum.

The so-called king is no joke, Helian Tuo did promise to send Helian Chiyan to the imperial mausoleum when Helian Chiyan was five years old, but now Helian Chiyan didn't want Helian Tuo to renege on his promise, so he agreed in front of the officials thing.

"I agreed to move in at the beginning, but now why did you ask me not to see my Yan'er for nine years?" Heliantuo asked in a deep voice, looking directly at the witch god with cold eyes, the chief culprit who wanted to separate their father and son.

"I just said it according to the will of heaven. Unless the fourth prince lives in the imperial mausoleum and does not see the emperor for nine years, he will surely kill his father and king in the future. This is the will of heaven." The witch god said calmly and calmly.

"Ridiculous! I..."

"Father, Yan'er is willing to do what the witch god said, whether it is true or not, Yan'er does not want to kill his father and king, so let's stay in the imperial mausoleum."

The imperial mausoleum was built not far from the capital city, built against the mountains, covering a vast area, with an unusual majesty, majestic and lonely in that uninhabited place, majestic and majestic, but at the same time revealing a sense of desolation.

The imperial mausoleum has never been so lively. This is a solemn and solemn place. It has always been quiet and it is strictly forbidden to disturb the purity of the dead. At this moment, the ceremony and music are singing together. imperial mausoleum.

On that day, Heliantuo's usually cold and sharp eyes were filled with reluctance and worry.

On that day, Helian Chiyan's clear and charming eyes hid a firmness that no one knew about, a firmness that he would one day firmly grasp the person in front of him.

It's night, the moon is at the mid-heaven, the cool night breeze is blowing, the warmth of the day is gradually fading, and the scattered stars seem to be tinged with a bit of coldness.

There is a hazy mist among the dense flowers and trees, which is light and thin, light and scattered, lingering and lingering.

The large and bright petals are clustered together, and the night wind suddenly blows, and a few petals hang down in the air, fluttering, and the ground is full of chaos under the moonlight.

The young man in only a thin white plain clothes shuttled among the flowers and trees alone, his steps were light and fast, and he was still chanting words: "Dry, empty, false, ke..." His light body brushed across the flowers and trees. The flowers of the tree brought a few fallen petals, and even a few pieces of pink fell on his plain white clothes, adding a touch of beauty to his simple elegance.

His body went back and forth several times in the shadow of the tree, his thin body twirled a few times in the air, and flicked his fingers towards a delicate flower in front of him, and continued to mutter, "Shengshengmomo, Keke Yu Yu, break the imperial flower tree..." In the blink of an eye, what was originally a field of flower trees turned into a narrow path, the gray mist dissipated in an instant, and the eyes were suddenly clear.

The young man pursed his lips and smiled proudly. He flew across the path and came to a stretch of bamboo sea. He slightly closed his clear eyes and heard the soft sound of wind in his ears. The unusual breath, the smile on his lips was even bigger.

Following a gust of cool wind in his hair, a sharp silvery white cold light suddenly hit his neck, exuding a menacing aura in the quiet and peaceful night.

The young man turned around suddenly, and at some point in his right hand, there was a soft sword as tough as silk and as thin as a wing. The tip of the sword pointed directly at the throat of the person behind him who wanted to get close. There was a light and elegant smile on the corner of his mouth, " Master Feng, Yan'er won this time."