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When Yu Songling walked to the door, he saw Fei Mo was slowly entering the door, and the room was full of fragrance, refreshing.

"Where is the fourth prince going in a hurry? But are you thinking too hard about Feimo?" Feimo smiled softly, and stretched out his hand to hook Yu Songling's neck.

Yu Songling felt dizzy for a while, and even his body seemed to be much lighter. He hugged Feimo's waist and leaned close to him, lowering his head to smell his fragrance deeply.

"Fourth Prince, let's go in and talk." Fei Mo took Yu Songling's hand and walked forward, "Fei Mo wrote a new piece of music, how about playing it for the Fourth Prince?"

Yu Songling narrowed her eyes and followed Feimo.Hearing his bare hands plucking at the strings of the zither, he suddenly smiled softly: "How about I dance the sword for you?"

When Chengying arrived, he was seeing Feimo playing the piano in the courtyard, and Yu Songling was dancing the sundial to the sound of the piano, feeling very comfortable.The pain in his heart was unbearable, Chengying didn't have the willpower to look any further, and turned to leave, only to see Yu Songling waving a sword and engraving four lines of verse on a big stone:

The lyre flicks,

The three-foot sword circulates.

Most is April day,

The affection is endless.

A love poem made Chengying stand there dumbstruck.

The deep affection and sweetness in the poem broke Chengying's heart, but after forcing himself to calm down, Chengying reread the poem that broke his heart repeatedly in his heart like masochistic.The font of the poem is exactly the same as the font written by my left hand, even the size of the force is exactly the same, it seems to be intentionally imitating his words.Then what is the purpose of Yu Songling doing this?If it is to convey a certain message to himself, then what is he trying to express?

Cheng Ying retreated quietly before that Fei Mo didn't notice her, staring blankly at her left hand. "Why do you want to imitate the font of my left hand?" Cheng Ying murmured, feeling that this was a breakthrough point.Recalling the past, the first time Yu Songling saw him writing with his left hand seemed to be in the study room. At that time, Chengying was still a teenager. Curiosity prompted him to pick up his hand when Yu Songling was away. The two writing brushes on the table imitated Yu Songling and practiced plum blossom seal script.But he was bumped into by Yu Songling.The teenage Yu Songling concluded that Chengying was left-handed just by looking at the word, the reason is that he writes with his left hand more strongly than his right hand.

"The study..." There was a light in the deep black pupils, and Chengying quickly ran to the study.Everything in the study is in good order, because Yu Songling has a good habit of never misplacing things, so even if he reads books every day, those books are still neatly placed.

"Are you asking me to come here to get something?" Cheng Ying thought, thinking that this was the most likely possibility.This thing needs to be hidden. It should be very important. Yu Songling is very suspicious. Even if he hides it, he should check it from time to time.Chengying closed his eyes, recalling Yu Songling's route every time he came to the study in his mind, and finding common points from it, it was not difficult for him. Soon, he came to a bookshelf, reading books Searching for the books, there were indeed several books nailed to the bookshelf. Chengying smiled slightly, twisted it vigorously, only heard the sound of a few gears turning, and slowly protruded a stone slab from the edge of the bookshelf.

Chengying looked at the Jiugong grid on the stone slab, and silently recited the poem:

The lyre flicks,

The three-foot sword circulates.

Most is April day,

The affection is endless.

"Seven~three~four~two~" Chengying pressed the numbers on the slate one by one, and waited for a while, but there was no movement. "Could it be that I got it wrong?" Chengying said to himself.Stretching out the index finger of his right hand, he gestured the four lines of poems on the shelf beside him.

"Where is the mistake?" Chengying raised his hand and knocked on his head, and suddenly looked at his hand in shock, "Left hand! Yes, it's the left hand!" Yu Songling imitated the font of Chengying's left hand, not only In order to guide him where.The habit of writing with the left hand is opposite to that of the right hand, so the order of numbers is also reversed.

"Two~four~three~seven~"

There was another sound of gears turning, and a crack appeared from the back panel of the bookshelf, and there was a sandalwood box inside.

"This is it." Chengying thought, took it out and opened it, and there was a token lying quietly inside, which was a token for mobilizing troops and horses.Cheng Ying instantly understood the urgency of the situation, and hurried out with the token.

On the other side, Yu Songling drank slowly, looking at Fei Mo who was walking towards him.

"Then, fourth prince, hand over your soldier talisman to me, okay?" Fei Mo laughed captivatingly.

"So it's because of that." Yu Songling drank the wine in his glass and smiled inwardly, "The fox's tail can't be hidden after all."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Feimo still poured himself a drink, feeling a little flustered, crushed a white flower in his sleeve in his palm, and the fragrance in the room became more intense.

"This is already the third Wangyou flower. It is impossible for him not to be controlled by me." Feimo thought to himself, "This is already the limit. If I use it again, even I will lose my self-awareness." Lazy Half lying on the bed, looking sideways at Yu Songling, chuckled and said:

"Fourth prince, why don't you come here to rest... Ah!"

Before Feimo finished speaking, the scene in front of him was enough to shock him. Yu Songling was stabbing a dagger into his own right leg. Drops of blood flowed down the dagger and gathered on the ground, which was very dazzling. Then he poured the rest of the wine in the jug down the wound, the strong wine pecked at the bloody skin, and a bloody smell filled with the aroma of wine diffused in the air.

"Uh..." With a muffled snort, Yu Songling opened his closed eyes, which were bloodshot and terribly red.

"You..." Feimo was obviously stunned by this self-harming behavior, and he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Yu Songling got up and limped towards Feimo, with a faint smile on his face: "Now, your fragrance can't confuse me anymore."

That's right, the severe pain caused by this kind of self-mutilation will clear his mind, and his Wangyouhua will naturally no longer be able to control him.

"I know better than you how cruel his heart is."

Feimo suddenly thought of what Chengying said to him that day, and what he saw today was indeed as he said.A real ruthless character is not only ruthless to others, but also ruthless to himself.

Seeing Feimo's terrified eyes, Yu Songling approached his backing body step by step, caressing his pale cheeks with blood-stained fingers, and the smile on his face became softer: "Did I scare you? Heh~ ~I didn’t expect it, in fact, it’s not surprising.”

Yu Songling's fingers gradually slid to Feimo's neck, but Feimo didn't resist at all. He understood that he was far from Yu Songling's opponent after getting rid of Wangyouhua's control.

"I am the one who wants to win the world." Yu Songling said lightly, with a trace of majesty that cannot be refuted in his calm tone, "If you can't even control yourself, how can you control the world! If you can't be cruel to yourself If you make up your mind, how... can you attack a well-behaved person like you."

With a crisp cracking sound, Fei Mo's head drooped powerlessly, and until he died, there was still deep fear and shock in his eyes.

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