fake prince

Su Ziji was startled when he heard this, and at this moment, he suddenly felt a cold air coming over, the prince's voice stopped immediately, and he sighed for a long time: "It's time!"

As soon as he spoke, he heard a "squeak", and the courtyard door opened wide.

Many people came one after another.

All of them are young and beautiful, with graceful postures and swaying poses. When you get closer, you can see clearly that the beautiful women are in good shape, and the maids behind them all carry packages of various sizes.

Not to mention servants and guards.

It seems that they are ready to move, each with their favorite things.

However, when the footsteps reached the courtyard, his body changed, and the smell of blood and corpses gradually came to his face. Su Ziji's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes swept over.

Almost all of them died tragically, either slashed or killed themselves, and even some were naked, their skin was blackened, and black liquid continued to ooze out.

Gradually turned into all kinds of corpses, stiffened and slowly concentrated, struggling to kneel down.

Wu Yaya fell to his knees.

But I can see that even in the corpse with drooping eyeballs on the face, there is an expression of hope in the only remaining eyeballs.

"Grandson, do you know that there are originally 730 people in the mansion."

"However, after being trapped here for 20 years, there are already [-] people, and their gods have disappeared because they couldn't maintain it!" The crown prince glanced at the people in the mansion, and said indifferently: "Fortunately, we still waited for it."

"Otherwise, many people can't wait."

When the prince said this, he finally showed a speechless expression, and looked down at his feet.

A red glow glowed from the ground, gradually brightening in front of the eyes, as if a strange entrance had opened.

Faintly visible in the light, something emerged, rising slowly until mid-air, the outline gradually became clear, it was a scroll of golden imperial decree.

No one called, and the decree slowly unfolded. The words in yellow on the yellow background shone brightly.

It seems that someone is reading the content of the will, and it seems that someone is moaning, but the voice is a little vague, inaudible, like a faded old scroll.

Su Ziji understood.

"Twenty years ago, the old crown prince's decree for posthumous posthumous title has been put on hold for such a long time."

"It's between life and death."

The decree shone on the prince with light, surrounded by clouds, covering it gently, and with a wave of the prince's hand, more rays of light shone in the past.

The rays of the sun were everywhere, and all the corpses gradually faded away, returning to the appearance of living people, and even put on new clothes and skirts.

Everything seems to be the same as when she came in, the girl is young and beautiful, with a graceful figure and a swaying posture.

The servant stood obediently, and the guard's armor was bright, but he did not move his sword.

There was even a woman, with a child of a few years old in her arms, who stood by the prince's side with gentle eyes.

The prince glanced over, and couldn't help sobbing: "Now, Gu is going to continue to be a good prince for the ancestors, a good prince..."

"Finally, most of the old people are still there, which is enough to comfort the loneliness!"

He seemed to want to say something again, but couldn't say anything, just slowly sank down, into the Xiaguang channel.

At the end of the passage, surrounded by clouds and fog, there are many railings and palaces, and the light seems to be bright.

In the next moment, all the light disappeared, and the earth returned to its original state.

Prince, really left.

The light of the mansion gradually began to shrink, and the surrounding gray mist gradually expanded. Looking around, it was a dark, endless darkness.

The sound of water and the sound of flowing gradually amplified.

Su Ziji didn't pay attention to these, but suddenly raised his head.

"That's where the Emperor Zheng Dynasty's hometown is located? It is indeed blessed by the world, and it is just at its peak and full of energy."

In just a short moment, Su Ziji indeed felt a sense—a dragon's energy sympathized with it, faintly calling.

He felt that, as the great-grandson, he could also go there.

but.

"Only fools go!"

Going down is easy, but going up is almost hopeless.

"The prince secretly helped me, bestowed on me dragon energy, concealed the truth, exchanged the fake for the real."

"Others don't know about this, but when the crown prince goes to Dixiang, he must meet with the great ancestor of the Zheng Dynasty... I'm afraid he won't be able to hide it."

"I'll follow, I'm falling into a trap, I'm afraid I'm sure I'll die."

"Even the crown prince is waiting for me to posthumously after I ascend the throne, so as to be sure."

Su Ziji looked up at the sky, saw the gray clouds, impenetrable, and felt sad, but he understood the prince's heart.

It is different from the lies spoken by Brahma.

The soul has no universal eternity.

If there is no incense, faith, reputation, canonization, etc., all spirits will be completely ashamed after only three years.

Some are also difficult to persist for a hundred years.

That's why, folk sacrifices lasted no more than three generations.

Reincarnation is also a lie told by the Brahma God. If it cannot be sacrificed, it is not reincarnation, but really gone.

The prince was killed by the emperor, but if he wants to continue to live, he must kneel down and accept the order, and go to the blessed land of Longqi.

If you don't go, there will only be Huihui.

This is still the case for the prince. How complicated is it that the generals who have been killed in the past have to take refuge in the emperor who killed him, shouting long live?

To be patient while alive is to continue to be patient after death, this world is so cruel and ruthless.

Unless, become the master of the country.

Su Ziji was filled with emotions, but since the crown prince left, he didn't have to feel embarrassed, it was a beautiful thing.

On the road leading to the great cause, another piece of fog has been cleared

But there are new changes in front of them, which makes people have to pay attention.

"Why did the crown prince break free at this time?"

"Did I change the mutiny?"

Just thinking about it, the figure slowly melted away, like a ray of phantom existing in the world, disappearing into the night in a blink of an eye.

Yangxindian

The emperor took a nap, and felt sleepy. It seemed that the wind and rain had intensified, and the raindrops fell with a loud noise.

The emperor woke up in a trance, and at a glance, there was no attendant on the left and right, and no one in the palace was around, it was completely empty.

"Where are the guards? Where are the eunuchs? Where did they all die?" The emperor was a little flustered, as if something was about to happen.

Looking up, I saw only one person, wearing familiar uniform, coming slowly.

Strange to say, this figure stepped into the hall, as if breaking some barrier, in the deep darkness outside, the sound of wind and rain suddenly poured into the hall like a tide.

All of a sudden it becomes real.

"Fuer?"

The emperor was confused, and a little dizzy, so he called out.

"Why are you standing there all the time?" Not feeling any difference, he continued to ask.

The figure didn't even raise its head, it just stood silently for a while, then slowly raised its head.

His face was stained with blood, and his face was as pale as paper.

The emperor suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Suddenly remembered... the prince is dead!
Dead for 20 years.

Just at this time, there was a gust of cold wind blowing through the hall, and all the lights and candles went out for a while.

The gloomy figure drifted forward a few feet out of thin air.

Originally, it was only at the gate of the palace, but now it is in the palace, and it seems that it is about to float in front of the emperor.

The heartbeat seemed to have stopped beating, and there were bursts of burning sensation coming from the chest and abdomen.

The emperor's hands and feet were cold and he gritted his teeth.

"Fu'er, do you dare to kill the king?"

The figure reluctantly took a few steps, but the figure shook for a while, then froze for a moment, wanted to speak again, but couldn't speak, finally, he stopped talking, sighed sadly, turned around and left.

"do not go!"

I don't know why, seeing him leave, the emperor felt great panic, got up in a hurry, brought down a row of sundries, staggered over, but stumbled and stepped on the empty steps.

A sense of falling, surrounded the emperor.

"you come back!"