Xiao Yu knew the thoughts of these people. He had not closed his eyes for two days and a night. When he heard footsteps coming out of the inner room, he raised his head and his eyes were covered in blood: How?
The imperial physician bent slightly, and did not dare to speak out: I have given an injection to the saint, and the saint... is getting better.After saying this, he became more and more frightened. The imperial physician was not a fool. The emperor was indeed seriously injured, but it was not yet serious and incurable. The key point was whether the person in front of him hoped that the emperor would live or die?
I got it, and after a long time, he heard the Regent say lightly, "The voice can't tell you the joy and anger, come here tomorrow."
yes.The imperial physician was as if he had been amnesty and quickly stepped back. Before leaving the bedroom, he secretly glanced at the man sitting there.
His face was expressionless, as if there was a layer of illusory mist, cold and unpredictable.
Immediately, he stood up and walked into the inner room.
The imperial physician did not dare to see him again and hurriedly retreated.
In the inner room, several palace maids were guarding the bedside. When they heard the footsteps of the Regent coming in, Linxia, led by the leader, was like a great enemy.
But she could not resist. Everything she did before the Regent showed his fangs, might push the emperor into a worse abyss.
So when she heard Xiao Yu's orders them all to withdraw, she looked at the unconscious girl on the bed with worry, and left quietly.
Xiao Yu sat down beside the bed. The little man who was flooded by the brocade embroidered mattress seemed to have a better expression than the day before yesterday.
Xiao Yu still remembered that when she fell in his arms that day, his breath was weak, and he almost thought she would not be able to survive.
What was his feeling at that time?
Actually, when he thinks about it now, he can't remember it clearly, but he is so panic, so helpless, and so... angry.
Why rush over and why should I save him!Even if he wanted her to die, he didn't want this way.
Yes, from a very early age, he was planning how to kill her.
At that time, Xiao Yu didn't know that she was a woman, and even after he found out later, did he change his mind.
He did have an indescribable feeling about her, but so what? She is the blood of that person, and she must die if she is sitting on the throne.
He wants to take back everything that belongs to him, and all those who are in front will be swept away mercilessly by him.
Fourteen years, a full fourteen years.
Hatred has not faded in the slightest of the fourteen years, but has become increasingly fermented and become an obsession rooted in Xiao Yu's bloodline.
Perhaps at some point, he was shaken, and more than once.
But he will never forget the bloody sky and the tragic scene.
Maybe I shouldn't have saved him at that time. Xiao Yu still remembered that it was when he was seven years old. One day, Ningzong thought he was asleep and said to his confidant eunuch on the side. He wanted to get rid of the roots when he cut the grass. I don't understand this principle, but...
But Qilang is only five years old and is still a child. Ningzong's confidant eunuch said, "You are kind-hearted and are Qilang's life-saving benefactor, and he will not be unhappy."
The life-saving benefactor... Ning Zong smiled bitterly, but the one who killed his parents was his father Ah, and we were his enemies.
It's Ah, the bloody hatred.
If it weren't for this sudden coup, his life would never have slipped to this painful and lonely end.
From then on, there was nothing left, including father, mother, grandfather... and those who killed his close relatives were once his close relatives.
Few people in this world know about it. His former name was Xiao Xi.
The royal family agreed on customs rules, and the descendants of the imperial lineage have different naming methods from other clans. This is to avoid taboos and also a supreme symbol.
Therefore, his name is Xi, and the sun is the most light and bright.
Both grandfather and dad had high expectations for him. He never doubted that the world would be his, and dad would be the one who would sit in that position.
But how can we be absolutely absolutely in this world? Brothers who come from the same source will draw their swords to face each other, and parents will never care about their family affection.
In fact, he didn't like the feeling of holding power at all, because he knew that power was the most terrifying thing, and everything was irresistible in the face of power.
But he understood too late, and my father understood too late.
It doesn't matter. Since everything is lost, I will take it back.No matter how long it takes or how difficult it is, I will take it all back.
Xiao Yu began to hide his strength and keep a low profile. He was indeed extremely smart. A five-year-old child knew what it means to hide his weakness.
Ning Zong rescued him from under the sword and begged Guangzong, who had ascended the throne at that time, to leave the life of this child, and he looked like he could not remember anything in fear and was very dependent on Ning Zong.
But he knew that Ning Zong was on guard against him.
Although Ningzong saved his life, kept him in the palace, studied and practiced martial arts, and did not treat him badly, Ningzong never let go of his guard against him.
So he became more and more unbearable. At the beginning, he was timid and cowardly and could not even speak clearly. The Ningzong Sect's confidant was monitoring him by his side. The confidant replied that on the night of Guangzong's death, the young master was confused and had no stranger. He was frightened by the cat in the garden and cried.
No one knows who his tears are shed for.
This is retribution.
He hid behind the flower pot and cried loudly, his eyes never looking in the direction of Tai Chi Palace.
In that towering palace, the emperor who had just succeeded to the throne for half a year passed away.
This is retribution.
And those retributions seemed to continue little by little. A few years after Guangzong's death, his youngest son, King Yàn, also died suddenly. King Yàn had no heirs, leaving only an orphan, and the inheritance of this branch was completely cut off.
When the news came, Xiao Yu was making a fuss in the imperial garden without restraint.
Everyone in the palace knew that this little prince was stubborn and ignorant, and no one dared to provoke him, so he laughed wildly without any scruples, but tears seemed to burst out in his eyes.
It’s so good that I died, and another one died. One day, I will let you not keep one.
But on the night of Ning Zong's death, he seemed not as happy as he thought.
At that time, he had already left the palace and opened a mansion, leaving behind a scattered name in Liangjing. A heavy bell sound came from the palace. At 9981, the mountain monument collapsed.
During this long decade, he even thought that the hatred had faded. When he saw that Ning Zong's descendants were thin and his relatives were getting worse, he even thought about it and let it go.
Until the secret son who was placed beside Ningzong told him: Before the death of the late emperor, he asked the saint to swear in front of his bed that the imperial bloodline must be passed on the throne, especially... he must not let the throne fall into your throne.The late emperor said that this was the last words left by Emperor Guangzong before his death.
Yeah.He just answered lightly, and his confidant secretly looked up at him, but found that his face was cruel and not as cruel as a stranger.
How vicious and dark this is, they took everything from him, and they thought about it and refused to let go until they died.
After taking it back, he told himself that from today on, he would not be shaken at all.
The copper pot in the corner drips and wakes him up from his long-standing memories.
Xiao Yu sat beside the bed, staring at the sleeping little face steadily.
The white and slender neck is exposed outside the collar, so slender and fragile, it will be completely cut off with a slight stroke.
Hula, a gust of wind blew from somewhere, causing the candlelight to sway.He stretched out his hands and put them on his thin neck.
The imperial physician bent slightly, and did not dare to speak out: I have given an injection to the saint, and the saint... is getting better.After saying this, he became more and more frightened. The imperial physician was not a fool. The emperor was indeed seriously injured, but it was not yet serious and incurable. The key point was whether the person in front of him hoped that the emperor would live or die?
I got it, and after a long time, he heard the Regent say lightly, "The voice can't tell you the joy and anger, come here tomorrow."
yes.The imperial physician was as if he had been amnesty and quickly stepped back. Before leaving the bedroom, he secretly glanced at the man sitting there.
His face was expressionless, as if there was a layer of illusory mist, cold and unpredictable.
Immediately, he stood up and walked into the inner room.
The imperial physician did not dare to see him again and hurriedly retreated.
In the inner room, several palace maids were guarding the bedside. When they heard the footsteps of the Regent coming in, Linxia, led by the leader, was like a great enemy.
But she could not resist. Everything she did before the Regent showed his fangs, might push the emperor into a worse abyss.
So when she heard Xiao Yu's orders them all to withdraw, she looked at the unconscious girl on the bed with worry, and left quietly.
Xiao Yu sat down beside the bed. The little man who was flooded by the brocade embroidered mattress seemed to have a better expression than the day before yesterday.
Xiao Yu still remembered that when she fell in his arms that day, his breath was weak, and he almost thought she would not be able to survive.
What was his feeling at that time?
Actually, when he thinks about it now, he can't remember it clearly, but he is so panic, so helpless, and so... angry.
Why rush over and why should I save him!Even if he wanted her to die, he didn't want this way.
Yes, from a very early age, he was planning how to kill her.
At that time, Xiao Yu didn't know that she was a woman, and even after he found out later, did he change his mind.
He did have an indescribable feeling about her, but so what? She is the blood of that person, and she must die if she is sitting on the throne.
He wants to take back everything that belongs to him, and all those who are in front will be swept away mercilessly by him.
Fourteen years, a full fourteen years.
Hatred has not faded in the slightest of the fourteen years, but has become increasingly fermented and become an obsession rooted in Xiao Yu's bloodline.
Perhaps at some point, he was shaken, and more than once.
But he will never forget the bloody sky and the tragic scene.
Maybe I shouldn't have saved him at that time. Xiao Yu still remembered that it was when he was seven years old. One day, Ningzong thought he was asleep and said to his confidant eunuch on the side. He wanted to get rid of the roots when he cut the grass. I don't understand this principle, but...
But Qilang is only five years old and is still a child. Ningzong's confidant eunuch said, "You are kind-hearted and are Qilang's life-saving benefactor, and he will not be unhappy."
The life-saving benefactor... Ning Zong smiled bitterly, but the one who killed his parents was his father Ah, and we were his enemies.
It's Ah, the bloody hatred.
If it weren't for this sudden coup, his life would never have slipped to this painful and lonely end.
From then on, there was nothing left, including father, mother, grandfather... and those who killed his close relatives were once his close relatives.
Few people in this world know about it. His former name was Xiao Xi.
The royal family agreed on customs rules, and the descendants of the imperial lineage have different naming methods from other clans. This is to avoid taboos and also a supreme symbol.
Therefore, his name is Xi, and the sun is the most light and bright.
Both grandfather and dad had high expectations for him. He never doubted that the world would be his, and dad would be the one who would sit in that position.
But how can we be absolutely absolutely in this world? Brothers who come from the same source will draw their swords to face each other, and parents will never care about their family affection.
In fact, he didn't like the feeling of holding power at all, because he knew that power was the most terrifying thing, and everything was irresistible in the face of power.
But he understood too late, and my father understood too late.
It doesn't matter. Since everything is lost, I will take it back.No matter how long it takes or how difficult it is, I will take it all back.
Xiao Yu began to hide his strength and keep a low profile. He was indeed extremely smart. A five-year-old child knew what it means to hide his weakness.
Ning Zong rescued him from under the sword and begged Guangzong, who had ascended the throne at that time, to leave the life of this child, and he looked like he could not remember anything in fear and was very dependent on Ning Zong.
But he knew that Ning Zong was on guard against him.
Although Ningzong saved his life, kept him in the palace, studied and practiced martial arts, and did not treat him badly, Ningzong never let go of his guard against him.
So he became more and more unbearable. At the beginning, he was timid and cowardly and could not even speak clearly. The Ningzong Sect's confidant was monitoring him by his side. The confidant replied that on the night of Guangzong's death, the young master was confused and had no stranger. He was frightened by the cat in the garden and cried.
No one knows who his tears are shed for.
This is retribution.
He hid behind the flower pot and cried loudly, his eyes never looking in the direction of Tai Chi Palace.
In that towering palace, the emperor who had just succeeded to the throne for half a year passed away.
This is retribution.
And those retributions seemed to continue little by little. A few years after Guangzong's death, his youngest son, King Yàn, also died suddenly. King Yàn had no heirs, leaving only an orphan, and the inheritance of this branch was completely cut off.
When the news came, Xiao Yu was making a fuss in the imperial garden without restraint.
Everyone in the palace knew that this little prince was stubborn and ignorant, and no one dared to provoke him, so he laughed wildly without any scruples, but tears seemed to burst out in his eyes.
It’s so good that I died, and another one died. One day, I will let you not keep one.
But on the night of Ning Zong's death, he seemed not as happy as he thought.
At that time, he had already left the palace and opened a mansion, leaving behind a scattered name in Liangjing. A heavy bell sound came from the palace. At 9981, the mountain monument collapsed.
During this long decade, he even thought that the hatred had faded. When he saw that Ning Zong's descendants were thin and his relatives were getting worse, he even thought about it and let it go.
Until the secret son who was placed beside Ningzong told him: Before the death of the late emperor, he asked the saint to swear in front of his bed that the imperial bloodline must be passed on the throne, especially... he must not let the throne fall into your throne.The late emperor said that this was the last words left by Emperor Guangzong before his death.
Yeah.He just answered lightly, and his confidant secretly looked up at him, but found that his face was cruel and not as cruel as a stranger.
How vicious and dark this is, they took everything from him, and they thought about it and refused to let go until they died.
After taking it back, he told himself that from today on, he would not be shaken at all.
The copper pot in the corner drips and wakes him up from his long-standing memories.
Xiao Yu sat beside the bed, staring at the sleeping little face steadily.
The white and slender neck is exposed outside the collar, so slender and fragile, it will be completely cut off with a slight stroke.
Hula, a gust of wind blew from somewhere, causing the candlelight to sway.He stretched out his hands and put them on his thin neck.
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