After usurping the throne, he died

??The carrion from the rotting corpse in front of him slowly fell off, turning into a gray-white skeleton, leaving only the red string jade pendant around its neck swaying in the wind.

??The mouth of the skeleton opened and closed: "I just want to see how many times it takes for him to..."

?? What will he do?

??Mu Xiang didn't hear the next words clearly, but woke up from the dream because of the churning in his stomach, and got up suddenly and threw up on the bed.

??Mu Xiang vomited extremely embarrassingly, with tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, and his eyelashes wet together, matching his pale complexion, he looked extraordinarily fragile.

"Drink some water." A hand stretched out in front of Mu Xiang, holding a cup in it.

??He took it in a daze, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Shi He, but it seemed that he had changed into a different set of clothes. Although this one was also white, it was more plain than the previous one.

??Shi He noticed his gaze: "Your Highness vomited all over me in front of me, and I just changed."

??Mu Xiang nodded dully, and after drinking two sips of water, he lay back on the bed: "I..."

?? He was startled before he finished speaking. He didn't expect his voice to be so hoarse.

?? "Evergreen stabbed you with poison on the dagger."

??"Ok……"

?? Unexpectedly, although Mu Xiang almost lost his life, he didn't pursue Chang Qing's crimes immediately, but just looked forward with some empty eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

?? "Your Highness, please remember to deal with the wound as soon as possible."

"..." Mu Xiang came back to his senses, "It's good that I'm not dead."

??Shi He: "..."

?? He called: "Call Imperial Doctor Shen."

??Shang Xi had been waiting by the side, respectfully said: "Here."

??Shen Zhuomo quickly came to the cave with a small box and bowed his head: "I have seen Your Highness."

??Mu Xiang looked at Shi He in confusion: "What did the national teacher ask Doctor Shen to come for?"

?? Shi He said calmly: "Cut meat."

??Mu Xiang suspected that he heard it wrong. He looked up and down at Shen Zhuomo: "Whose flesh?"

??Shen Zhuomo looked at Mu Xiang with eyes, nose, nose and heart, but he didn't dare to answer, but Shi He explained Mu Xiang's doubts: "Naturally, he cut His Highness's flesh."

??Mu Xiang: "..."

??He doubted for a moment whether he was still in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

??Could it be that Mu Yu has already come out of the cell, and now this kind of meat-cutting is just thinking of torturing him.

??Shi He opened the box Shen Zhuomo was carrying, and found a suitable knife from it: "His Highness refuses to obediently deal with the wound in time, so naturally, this is the only way to deal with it."

??Mu Xiang silently looked at the bandaged wound on his arm, "It..."

?? Shen Zhuomo reminded understandingly: "Your Highness, it's not this way."

??Mu Xiang was stunned for a while, and suddenly remembered that on the day of the palace change, a small wound was cut on his arm when he subdued Chang Qing.

?? Later, not only was he drenched in the rain, but he also soaked in the bathtub for nearly half an hour with his injuries, and then fell asleep without doing anything.

??Shi He looked at Shang Xi: "Help Your Highness up."

??Shang Xi hurried forward, but was waved back by Mu Xiang. He slowly propped up his body with his arms and sat upright on the bed.

??Shi He: "Your Highness, give me your hand."

?? Mu Xiang was stunned for a second, then raised his hand hesitantly, and placed it in Shi He's palm.

??Shi He: "..."

??He moved his hand to Mu Xiang's wrist and held it: "Doctor Shen can do it now."

??Mu Xiang couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, his whole body tensed up, and all his attention was focused on the place where Shi He's skin touched.

??His palm seems to still have Shi He's body temperature, which is different from the usual coldness. Shi He's skin is warm, with a little warmth.

??Because he is too thin, his wrist can be completely surrounded by Shi He's palm.

??Shen Zhuomo stroked Mu Xiang's loose sleeve robe, and a sharp knife stuck out from the crimson wound.

??Mu Xiang shuddered.

?? I don't know if it's because of the pain caused by the touch of the knife tip, or because Shi He's slender fingers slipped lightly inadvertently on the wrist.

?? Itchy and numb.

??"pain?"

??The strength of Shi He's hands is completely different from his slender and elegant appearance. When holding Mu Xiang, he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

"...Hmm." Mu Xiang looked away from Shi He's hand and looked at his own wound.

??Shen Zhuomo is an imperial physician, but he has no experience of cutting flesh, so when the first cut was made, not only Mu Xiang frowned, but he himself broke out in a cold sweat.

??Shen Zhuomo secretly raised his eyes to look at Mu Xiang's face, and secretly complained.

?? Why did the national teacher entrust this kind of hard work to him?It's still the kind that if you don't do well, you may turn around.

??Shi He didn't know if he received his help-seeking gaze, so he directly took the handle of the knife in his hand, and sat on the side of the bed slightly: "Your Highness, I have offended you."

??Shen Zhuomo stepped aside as if he had been pardoned, and heaved a sigh of relief.

??Mu Xiang pursed her lower lip: "Move."

??Shi He lowered his eyes, continued to hold Mu Xiang's slender wrist with one hand, and gently picked up Mu Xiang's wound with the handle of the knife in the other hand, and scraped off a piece of flesh sticky with pus.

??Mu Xiang couldn't hold back a muffled snort, and a layer of fine beads of sweat floated on his forehead.

??He is very afraid of pain.

??When I was young, I lived in my concubine's mother's house. The eldest son who was the same age as me loved to bully him the most. He liked to grab his things, tripped him when he was walking, and sometimes had people throw stones at him while he was studying. .

?? He should have been as knowledgeable as the children of various aristocratic families, like Mu Yu, and knew how to advance and retreat in etiquette...

?? But from the day he was born, he was denied the right to live by an unknown prophecy that "may endanger the prince's safety".

?? If his mother and concubine were not the queen at that time, he would have died in the imperial city as soon as he was born.

??So I lived under the fence since I was a child, no one said anything about the pain and suffering, and I could only lick the wounds on my body alone, waiting for time to heal them.

?? Over time, I got used to it.

?? "Relax, Your Highness." Shi He patted Mu Xiang's forearm with the knife face, signaling him not to tense his skin.

??Mu Xiang forced himself to relax, waiting for Shi He to use the tip of the knife to penetrate the wound for the second time.

??He bit his lip heavily: "Why didn't I..."

?? Sliced ​​meat.

??Shi He cut off the second layer of rotten meat and put it into the gauze: "Your Highness woke up too early."

?? Shen Zhuomo helped to explain after hearing the words: "It took three hours for His Royal Highness to detoxify His Highness with the needle. When the needle was pulled out, His Highness vomited blood, which splashed on His Highness..."

??Mu Xiang understood, knew that Shi He had gone back and changed his clothes, but he woke up right after he came back.

??He said: "Today, I have troubled the national teacher."

?? Enduring the pain, Mu Xiang withdrew the wrist held by Shi He, feeling a strange sense of loss in his heart.

?? He looked at Shi He in a daze, not understanding what he wanted to do.

??It was he who felt the skin-to-skin discomfort and pulled back, but in the end it was also he who felt empty in his heart.

??Shi He got up and turned sideways: "Please ask the imperial doctor to help bandage it."

?? He is familiar with this.

??Shen Zhuo Le stepped forward and expertly helped Mu Xiang apply the bandage.

?? Shi He left first.

??Mu Xiang looked at his back with an inexplicable expression, not knowing what Shi He was thinking.

?? Don't you think he is not suitable to be an emperor? Don't you think that his good student is the son of destiny? Then why save him?

??At this moment, there were no outsiders in the palace, Shen Zhuomo thought about it: "Your Highness, I dare to ask you, what is the purpose of you imprisoning Mr. Guoshi in the palace?"

??Mu Xiang paused for a second, but did not answer.

?? He doesn't know either.

?? Or he was afraid that the national teacher would make some small moves outside after he took office, or he was afraid that Mu Yu would go away if he missed the fate of the imperial city...

?? Or, just want to be closer to the National Teacher, as close as possible.

??Mu Xiang said: "I have my own decisions."

??Shen Zhuomo took a step back and cupped his hands: "Then dare to ask Your Highness, there are so many palaces in the imperial city, why is it Weiyang Palace?"

??Mu Xiang: "..."

??Shen Zhuomo sighed: "The people of my country respect the national teacher very much. The current news has not yet spread, but finally one day the paper will not be able to contain the fire. At that time, I am afraid that there will be complaints from the people, thinking that His Highness is humiliating the national teacher. grown ups……"

??Shen Zhuomo asked a question that Shang Xi had been puzzled for a long time. He secretly raised his head and glanced at the face of the young emperor who was about to ascend the throne. He actually felt a fragile daze.

?? He shuddered. Mu Xiang's ruthless methods in the past few days are still vivid in his memory, so it must be an illusion.

?? "Solitary propriety."

?? There is no answer to this question, Mu Xiang dismissed everyone, and quietly leaned on the bed to doze off.

??————

?? "Who are you? What are you going to do?" The prison chief stared at the wretched man in front of him, frowning and asking.

??The man turned around, dressed in the jailer's clothes, and said respectfully and flatteringly: "My lord, I'm new here."

?? "New here?" The cell boss asked suspiciously, "Why haven't I seen you?"

?? "My second uncle is Lao Li, my lord. I am his nephew. I just came here yesterday."

?? "Really? Then don't wander around here and go to work."

?? "My lord! The villain dares to ask, who is locked at the end of the front?"

?? "Who else? It's just a defeated bandit." The cell boss waved his hand impatiently, "Scroll, this is not where you should come!"

??…

??"despair……"

??The crystal water drops drilled into the cracks of the stone, slowly penetrated to the next layer, and dripped slowly.

??Thick and long chains slowly extended from the stone wall to the center. A man in a prison uniform was kneeling on the ground with his eyes slightly closed.

??His limbs are bound by chains, and there are large patches of dried blood on his clothes.

?? There was a sound of footsteps from far to near, and the eyelids of the locked person moved.

?? until the owner of the footsteps appeared in front of his eyes and called "Brother Huang".

??He opened his eyes and looked at a pair of black boots inlaid with gold threads.

?? "Don't call me that." His voice was hoarse, "Caomin can't bear His Highness's brother."

"Yeah, I'm afraid it's in the eyes of the emperor—there is only one brother like Chang Qing?"

?? "..."

??Mu Yu suddenly looked up at Mu Xiang: "What did you do to him?"

??Mu Xiang looked down at him, and there was a sudden movement outside the cell. After a while, a guard pulled Chang Qing from the steps to the basement floor, and made him kneel on the ground.

?? "Your Highness...Chang Qing is incompetent and failed to help you kill the rebellious minister..."

??Changqing's mouth still has blood scabs, and the marks of being whipped on his body, and his clothes are torn, it looks like he has been tortured.

??Mu Yu's arms trembled slightly, and a trace of unbearableness flashed in his eyes, which finally turned into a sigh: "Are you stupid?"

"Your Highness..."

??Mu Xiang looked at the scene of the deep love between master and servant with a blank face, as if the two were the protagonists, and he was just a villain who put the protagonist in a critical situation, committing a heinous crime.