Every day I just want to hold the fourth master's thigh tightly

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The eighth master died, before the princes in the nine sons seized the heirloom, it was beyond everyone's imagination.

No one ever imagined that the high-spirited and influential Eighth Master, who was highly recommended by the officials of the Manchu Dynasty, would end up like this.

Or self-judgment.

Everyone who heard the news was taken aback, and did not react for a long time.

For someone as intelligent and astute as Ba Ye, even if he makes a huge mistake, he is still the prince. The emperor is a wise king, and he attaches great importance to his own image. No matter what, he will not kill his son.

Just like how absurd it is to abolish the prince, he just imprisoned him in Xian'an Palace. Although the treatment was not as good as that in Yuqing Palace, he still kept a bit of dignity after all.

Now that Master Ba is doing this, everyone is very puzzled.

He obviously has a way out!
……

When the uncle heard the news in the clan mansion, he was deeply saddened.

He has always been the most optimistic about Lao Ba, he is smart, these brothers are crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and discuss martial arts, no one needs to be inferior, but only Lao Ba can truly balance all relationships like water!

He is the most flexible and intelligent among the brothers, but now he has ended up committing suicide!

Yinti looked up to the sky and cried: "Eighth brother! Why are you doing this!? Why!?"

He is deep in the clan's mansion, he has been worn out by the years, and even has a glimmer of life, but now he is just suppressed, how can he give up so lightly! ?
Uncle Yinti cried so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

One is that Ba Ye is the closest to him, and he really loves this younger brother;

The second is... Eighth Master is his only hope to get out. Once he dies, his greatest hope will be completely wiped out. How can he not be in pain! ?
The eighth master died, and the uncle cried more than death.

There is hope to live, even if it is tragic, there is always the idea of ​​living, and now the only idea has been cut off, and the uncle aged ten years in an instant.

Weeping like a child, breaking down.

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The crown prince was sluggish and desolate in Xian'an Palace every day. He often sold the things in the palace to exchange for wine and drink, and he was miserable all day long.

After all, he lived in the palace, under the eyes of the emperor, and the emperor's attitude towards the deposed prince was very subtle, and the servants below did not dare to do it lightly, and trampled the prince.

After all, the prince was reinstated as a prince by the emperor under such a messy situation at the beginning. Who can guess what will happen next?Maybe one day the old man will have a brain twitch and restore him again?

Although the servants were sometimes disrespectful in words, they did not dare to have any physical damage.

The crown prince was imprisoned in this palace, and he abused himself every day, and the servants under him didn't even need to take personal revenge, he had already tortured his own body to the point of destruction.

The spirit is getting worse day by day, the whole person is decadent, how can it be the same as when Yuqing Palace was under one person and above ten thousand people?

Hearing the news that Ba Ye had gone, he was holding a can of wine, sitting on the ground looking at the branches outside the window, squinting his eyes vaguely.

He lived in chaos and couldn't remember the days. He could only look at the scene outside the window and simply distinguish the four seasons.

Spring goes and autumn comes again, and it doesn't make any difference to him day by day.

The news of Ba Ye's death was learned by overhearing the chatting of the little eunuchs.

His eyes, which had been muddy for a long time, finally became a little clearer at that moment.

Old Eight... is dead! ?

Hehe, it's good to be dead, it's good to be dead...

(End of this chapter)