Paranoid male protagonist always wants to attack me

Chapter 29
Shen Mingxi looked at Xuansong standing on the tower not far away, waiting for him with his hands.

The surrounding palace people all retreated, only his two confidants were behind him.

Because that confidant was someone who was trained by Xuansong early in the morning, Shen Mingxi had seen him a few times when he was still in Shen's residence, but he didn't care much.

Seeing Shen Mingxi approaching, the two retreated a little to the side, drawing a sufficient distance to ensure that the master's words would not be heard by them, respectfully standing aside.

Seeing Shen Mingxi approaching, Xuansong stepped forward and took his hand that had no place to rest.

To say that there is nowhere to put it, it would be more accurate to say that there should be a slight trembling and hesitation.

Shen Mingxi seldom saw Xuansong dressed in a dragon robe like this, dressed in a costume like Yao and Shunbu, and that suit was more about the emperor's supreme authority.

On weekdays, he was usually seen in plain brocade robes, always modest, but when he suddenly looked at him coldly, in the final analysis, he still never understood him.

Xuansong held Mingxi's hand tightly, and immediately felt that her palm was sweating and cold to the bone.

"What's the matter, is it very cold looking at the approaching summer?"

It was clearly the words of concern in the past, but there was a chill in them. Shen Mingxi wanted to break free and pull out his hand, but it made Xuansong's grasp even more urgent.

The pain caused Ming Xi to "hiss" and take a breath, not daring to struggle anymore, he could only let the other party manipulate him and lead him forward.

"It's not very cold, maybe it's a bit windy on the tower." Shen Mingxi followed him, looking for it, and replied with excuses.

The face told him that he was afraid that many things would happen, and he would suffer in the end.

Xuansong didn't speak, but just led people to the corridor of the tower, looked back at Shen Mingxi who was behind him and said coldly: "It's nothing, after watching this good show, let's go back."

play!What show!

Whose play is it again!
Shen Mingxi was startled and his eyes widened, following Xuansong's line of sight, he looked under the tower on the right.

It's just this scene that made Shen Mingxi's legs weak from fright, and his body was about to fall down and sit on the ground.

The five imperial horses were tied with reins, and the horsemen sat on their backs, ready to start at any time with a command from five different directions.

And looking at the other end of the five reins that were tied together, it was the Eighth Prince Xuan Sheng who had been in contact with him before.

The five reins tightly bound the Eighth Prince's hands, feet, and head, respectively, and he waited for the emperor's order to execute the execution.

This is to... five horses to divide the body! ! !
Xuansong held the slipping Shen Mingxi tightly in his arms, and supported him on the city wall, he had to watch this good show.

After all, this is specially prepared for her, isn't it.

Shen Mingxi could only watch the bloody scene that was about to take place downstairs under the coercion of Xuansong.

Even though the dirty blood had turned black and brown all over his face from thirst, he could still recognize at a glance that this person must be the Eighth Prince Xuan Sheng.

The ragged and tattered clothes hung on his body, with welt marks, sword scratches, and scorched marks superimposed on it. It seemed that he had suffered a lot of torture before.

Now looking at the situation below, Shen Mingxi understands what will happen next without guessing.

Struggling, I don't want to look at it, I always feel in my heart that the other party's fate will also be my own fate.

The hairpin on the head shook and fell down with the struggle, making a crisp sound.

But being controlled by Xuansong forcibly, he could only watch the scene below with his eyes open.

Xuan Song pinched Shen Mingxi's mandible, and said softly in his ear: "Do you really think that I don't know what you hooked up with Xuan Sheng and Xuan Zong?"

Because he couldn't move his head, the only thing that could move was his eyes looking at Xuansong beside him.

He wanted to speak up to defend himself, but he also knew that the other party would not listen.

"Hey, let's finish watching this good show first." After finishing speaking, Xuan Su's lips lightly touched Shen Mingxi's earlobe.

Shen Mingxi only felt that his whole body was numb and his hands and feet were cold. If it wasn't for the person behind him who had been firmly and forcibly imprisoned him, he might have already collapsed.

Xuansong was restrained with one hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed Shen Mingxi's right hand and lifted it up slowly.

The order is below.

The person who was riding the horse below received the order, and lashed out at the horse below him with a whip.

Hearing the sound of the horse, a long whistling and neighing, he ran vigorously in five directions, Xuan Sheng, who was tied by the other end of the rein, quickly rose from the ground due to force, and was pulled by the five directions together.

Because the rein wrapped around his neck strangled his neck fiercely, he couldn't even make a sound, and his face was flushed with blood.

He didn't die by dismembering his corpse all at once, but suffered the pain of being torn apart several times, and he couldn't even cry out.

Blood gushes out along with the torn flesh.

As the sound of the whip fell more and more frequently, Yu Maying jumped up higher and harder with pain, and the torn area expanded more and more.

It is not until the corpse is completely separated from the family that it is considered extinct.

The blood splattered more than ten feet away, and the filth inside the body was exposed, and it was scattered on the stone bricks in large pools.

Crimson blood stained stretches of limestone bricks.

Along the cracks of the limestone bricks, it seeps into the ground again, gradually turning the soil into a dark red color.

It seems that every emperor's iron-blooded method has soaked every brick and stone with blood again and again.

Shen Mingxi covered his mouth and wanted to vomit, but because he was eating everything today, he couldn't vomit anything.

After Xu Shi's stage performance was over, Xuan Song gave in to Shen Mingxi's intention to break free.

Looking at Shen Mingxi's pale little face, which was bloodless, it was in stark contrast to the reddish stone bricks underneath.

Xuansong didn't feel anything about this scene, and took Shen Mingxi's cold and trembling hand, "Go back, I heard from Caiqing that you haven't eaten your meal yet, so let's talk about it after eating your meal first."

Shen Mingxi shook his head, unwilling.

She didn't know what was waiting for her after the meal in the other party's words.

It was also because of the bloody and miserable scene just now that Shen Mingxi deeply realized the cruelty and ruthlessness of the person in front of him.

I understand the supreme authority of the emperor, and under the throne, there are corpses scattered all over the field, piled up like a mountain, and they are the ones who killed the closest relatives of the same blood to sit on the throne.

Shen Mingxi had guessed the cause of the late emperor's death before, and he was afraid that it could not be separated from him.

Looking at it now, I'm afraid that all of this was planned by him alone.

From the beginning of hibernating to cover up, cultivating cronies, and then deploying chess to the court and the public, every step is carefully planned and Zhou Liang is planned. It can be seen that this person has deep scheming.

In the cruel and cruel methods up to now.

Shen Mingxi really felt that he might not survive today.

"Xuan, Xuansong, I was wrong, and I dare not do it again." Shen Mingxi shook his head, shrank back tremblingly, shrank his body and did not dare to get any closer to him.

Shen Mingxi only realized the seriousness of the current problem when he really saw the cruelty and bloody means behind the gentle mask of the other party.

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PS: The hero has never been a good person.

The big head is really a glass heart, he only likes five little stars.

It's not easy to write, if you don't like it, you can click fork.

What the big head wants is five small stars, if someone gives me one less, I will send the blade.

(End of this chapter)