My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

"The emperor's life is really tough."

After leaving the mansion, Ning Mingche finally couldn't help complaining, "Those are corpses. There are five of them. He can actually carry them for such a long time... If it were me, I would have to go down to see my mother in less than two years." ."

The white fox in the girl's arms glanced at him.

In the previous life, the nameless fire that started when this kid died burned ten corpses cleanly, leaving nothing behind. Otherwise, the Demon Suppression Division would definitely suffer more than that loss.

Yan Conling clicked his tongue and said, "Third Senior Brother, if Second Senior Brother is here today and hears you talking like this, I will punish you by copying the book ten times."

Open your mouth, but you still remember eating and not beating.

Hearing his senior brother, Ning Mingche could have felt pain in his hands, but he still frowned, "How is that possible! How old am I? How can senior brother still use the same tricks as when he was a child?"

The other five corpses have been dug out and sealed with apricot-yellow talismans. The young and vivid life withered in the soil for several years and finally came to light again.

Yan Conngling stood there, watching the guards carry him down with trembling hands and trembling feet, holding his breath and concentrating.

Ten, exactly ten.

It’s hard to imagine what the power of the imperial concubine who can refine ten corpses is...

But one thing that is certain is that she came much earlier than expected. I have been lurking for at least ten years, and ten years ago I was only eight years old...

The other party is far more prepared than imagined...

"Junior sister."

Seeing her frowning in deep thought, the young man squeezed over with a smile, "Don't worry, there are still master and the others. Besides, our uncle is the best swordsman in the world, who can beat her?"

The girl's eyelashes fluttered and she said nothing.

Uncle Master cannot go down the mountain. For some unknown reason, he was trapped in his cultivation many years ago. And the master...he said a long time ago that the hexagram master is a chess observer.

Small things can be solved, but if you really want to figure out any big things, you can only follow the destiny and cannot explain it.

This is their fate.

It is also his destiny as a hexagram master.

...

As if expecting that they would turn back, Ning Beiqing was already sitting there waiting for her.

The man has silver hair on his temples and a gentle and smiling face. He looks a bit like Ning Fengli. At first glance, he cannot be remembered as a figure who has been all-powerful for most of his life.

"Miss Yan, please sit down. If you have anything you want to ask, I will definitely tell you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Yan Conngling thanked him and went straight to the point without saying too many polite words when it came to business, "Your Majesty, may I ask how you got your original mansion?"

"It was also given by the Holy Spirit."

Ning Beiqing's breath was still weak, but his energy seemed much better. "However, it has been many years. The Queen Mother pointed out that place at that time."

It was too early.

She was too young then.

After searching in his mind for a while, Yan Conling remembered the late Queen Mother, whose surname was Wu.

It's the Wu family...

"But it's impossible for the Queen Mother to want to harm this king."

Ning Beiqing was very determined, regardless of the fact that the prince was still standing in front of him, "My life was saved by the Wu family. I already said that back then, if the Wu family wanted me to die, there was no need to go to such trouble. "

He is the biggest princeling.

The fact that the prince is still able to stay in this position is largely due to the regent, so the Wu family has no reason to cut off his hands and feet.

Even if he wants to take action, he will wait until Ning Junzhan ascends the throne.

"I only remember that before Xiao Qi was born, strange things happened frequently in the Wu Mansion." After being the regent for so many years, Ning Beiqing could immediately think of the key points.

"A few years ago, the queen suffered from a serious illness. The fever persisted. The Wu family invited several imperial doctors from the palace, but none of them recovered. The queen mother was worried that she was poisoned by unclean things in the house, so she was separated from her by the unclean things in the house. The first queen and two sisters were brought into the palace together to keep them company..."

"You should also know what happened later. When the Holy One paid his respects, he fell in love with the two empresses. As for the young lady from the Wu family, she was not so lucky..." It is said that she died of illness.

But the body was so horrified that it was hastily buried.

At that time, the Wu family was not allowed to make any noise. Now that so many years have passed, it is difficult to find any traces.

Yan Conngling closed his eyes and thought.

A long time ago, she followed her second senior brother to the Wu family, and only dealt with some weak monsters...

Now that I think about it carefully, there is indeed something strange about it.

The two chatted a few more words.

From the beginning to the end, the prince stood by and said nothing. Only when he heard about the tragic death of the concubine in the Wu family, his eyes seemed to move slightly.

The scattered fragments starting from the jade statue gradually pieced together into a blurry line in her mind... She began to be able to touch the shape of a certain truth.

Yan Conling's expression remained as usual, "I've been harassing His Highness and the Prince for a long time today. It's getting late, so I won't bother you too much and will leave first."

Ning Beiqing nodded knowingly.

The girl bent down and took two steps back before turning around, showing great courtesy. The long red hair rope with silver bells hanging on it made a very light sound in the afterglow that filtered in from the window sill.

Ding.

Ning Junzhan subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to follow him to see him off, but was blocked by a skinny arm in front of him.

"Your Highness."

The chronically ill man is powerless, and only his eyes, which have been in high positions for many years, are still sharp and piercing the heart.

"Uncle Emperor..."

He seemed to feel something and wanted to avoid it.

Ning Beiqing held him down and put his hands on his shoulders. It's not heavy, but it's hard to lift. As he always taught when he was young, the imperial uncle's tone was light but stern.

"Your Highness, you have already tried."

Ning Jun looked up at him, the corners of his lips twitching, speechless.

Of course he knew what the other person was referring to.

In the corridor before, that was the opportunity that the emperor's uncle helped to fight for, and it was also the only opportunity... but he did nothing. Because it was tried on a carriage earlier.

What's more hopeless than rejection is silence and no response.

"An eagle that has weathered the storm will never return to a golden cage and become a domesticated bird." His uncle was still reminding him, and his words became more serious, "Yunshan cultivates the immortal way, and his heart is free. Even if there weren’t others, it wouldn’t be you.”

The color finally faded from the prince's face.

Small floating dust sparkled under the eyelids in the setting sun, like tears. The hands hidden under the sleeves endured the pain, and the fingertips were so hard that they turned white.

Looking carefully at the young prince he had raised by himself, Ning Beiqing mercilessly dropped the last straw.

"Zhan'er, you are about to marry a concubine. This is a rare opportunity."

Since the death of the Queen Mother and the First Queen, the Wu family has become worse than before. With his body in such a condition, Dong Gong needs to find new help.

None of this was important originally. Originally, he had to consider how to save the prince's life... But it was different now. The appearance of the girl ushered in a turning point.

Despair and hope, two worlds of ice and fire.

"Uncle Emperor..."

He spoke with difficulty, and could hear his voice being dry and trembling, as if he was holding a broken knife, slicing his throat every word.

"I understand."

Behind him, the dusk scene is like blood.

The last ray of rays of light fell to the west and fell into darkness. (End of chapter)