Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Chapter 120

Foquan Temple is built on the top of the mountain.

There are 330 stone steps around the mountain in front of the temple.

Dim lights are hung on the trees on both sides of the stone steps, so that the emperors of all dynasties can see the stone steps clearly in the night, climb to the top step by step, enter the main hall, kneel in front of the Buddha, and ask for auspicious days.

The dim yellow light was covered by the pattering autumn rain. Except for the sound of rain, there was the sound of falling leaves. The faint Sanskrit sound came from the top of the mountain. The wet stone steps seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of broken gold, reflecting the surrounding shadows desertedly.

Lian Shenwei was taken by Tian Nan to an ancient tree with a good view, and he could just see part of the stone steps.

The air was cold and damp, and he was not suitable for staying in such an environment for a long time, and he had already coughed several times.The branches were slippery, Tian Nan was afraid that he would fall, so he kept holding Lian Shenwei's wrist carefully through his clothes.

He could feel how cold Lian Shenwei's body temperature was.

Going back this time will definitely have a high fever.

Ah Xun stood on Lian Shenwei's shoulders, spreading half of his wings to shield him from the rain.

Lian Shenwei looked at the familiar figure and frowned.

"Some systems of the Dasheng Dynasty are too rigid."

If he had known this earlier, he should have forcibly changed these messy and tormenting systems when Emperor Cheng Cheng was around.

The clothes Ying Jingjue was wearing were soaked in water, and more than half of the more than 1000 steps had been walked, and even the clothes became heavier and heavier.

There is no one around him to hold an umbrella, and no one can hold an umbrella for him, nor can he himself.

Being exposed to the rain for so long, how could a boy of seventeen or eighteen be able to bear it.

Lian Shenwei saw Ying Jingjue's general appearance in this imperial costume as he wished, but he was not in a good mood.

Tian Nan persuaded: "Master, it's time for us to go back."

Lian Shenwei: "Wait a little longer, wait until you hear Zhanwen's bell ringing."

Ying Jingjue stepped onto the last step and walked to the front of the main hall.

The main hall has long been surrounded by royal guards to ensure safety in all directions.

The door of the hall was wide open, and the golden body Buddha was hidden in the dim candlelight in the hall, and in the rising incense mist, he couldn't see clearly.

Two figures stood at the door.

One is the compassionate presiding officer of Foquan Temple, and the other is the Grand Master Moda of the Dasheng Dynasty.The two presided over the ceremony in the temple.

The presence of Foquan Temple in the Dasheng Dynasty was relatively weak. It was not the most magnificent Buddhist temple. It was built on a mountain and it was not easy to climb. Even if you don’t walk the stone steps around the mountain, you can take the straight stone steps in the middle. It takes less than half for normal people to reach the top of the mountain. an hour.

So this also led to its incense not being the most prosperous in Buddhist temples.

For other common divination questions, you can go to the Qin Tianjian. Foquan Temple is only more conspicuous on the auspicious day for the first emperor.

Ying Jingjue stepped forward and nodded: "Master, Grand Master."

"Your Majesty is courteous, Amitabha."

Grand Master Moda smiled: "It's getting late, Your Majesty, please enter the palace with the two of us."

Ying Jingjue took a look at him.

Before coming here, I heard from Xiao Zhizi that this grand master Moda has been here for 36 years, and he has experienced three generations of emperors.

The host of Foquan Temple has changed, but this Grand Master has always been there.

The appearance is very in line with the compassionate appearance of the Buddhist school.

There was only one set of clothes, which could not be changed. Ying Jingjue took a handkerchief from Xiao Zhizi and simply wiped his face, then walked in with the two of them.

As soon as you step into the gate of the temple, the smell of incense mist becomes stronger.

The humidity was mixed with weird warmth, and the clothes were clammy and sticky to the body, which was very uncomfortable.

Ying Jingjue knelt on the futon, "Let's get started."

Ci Lian presided over: "Your Majesty, please close your eyes and meditate for a moment."

Ying Jingjue closed her eyes according to her words, and her eyes were suddenly plunged into darkness, only the faintly flickering lights and shadows could be felt.

The sound of raindrops dripping from the corner of the eaves outside became indistinct in my ears.

More and more incense mist is inhaled into the body.

I don't know if it was because of the rain, but his brain became a little dizzy, and when he lost his concentration, his thoughts drifted away uncontrollably.

["Jingjue."]

["Hide..."]

["Uncle?"]

In a half-asleep and half-awake state, fragmentary pictures flashed through his mind quickly, as well as noisy and ear-piercing voices.

Ying Jingjue frowned slowly, and his steady breathing rhythm gradually became disordered.

He realized that something was wrong, struggled to open his eyes, and stood up staggeringly pressing his forehead.

"Come on, I..."

boom!

Ci Lian held up a stone and smashed it heavily on the back of Ying Jingjue's head.

"Uh……"

Ying Jingjue's eyes were instantly slackened, and the scene in front of him was reversed instantly. He fell to the ground, breathing shortly, with his face pressed against the ground, and the musty smell of damp wood filled his nostrils.

He tried to keep his eyes open.

this angle...

In a trance, he felt that he had become very small.

It was as if he saw a very familiar scene in his dream again.

[The young scholar who fell on the ground, the bloody pool of blood on the ground, the hand holding the knife, a piece of black clothes...]

Ying Jingjue covered the back of her head with one hand, her eyelids trembling violently.

Warm blood slowly flowed down from his head, like an extremely hot red snake, spitting snake letters, slowly crawling past his eyelids, so everything in front of him was covered in blood.

The sharp pain came slowly to the senses.

The young emperor's hand unconsciously scratched the ground, and in front of him was not Hei who was about to faint, but a picture of a spinning and jumping scene.

Ying Jingjue curled up in pain as if a hammer had been stuffed into her head.

The larynx let out intermittent heavy gasps.

It was as if the last layer of thin ice had been broken, and the memories that had been sealed for many years, like gurgling water, gushed out little by little.

He saw his former home.

He saw his father hugging his mother, gently watching him who was endorsing the book under the tree.

"Jing Jue, clean your hands and eat."

"Go and call your little uncle."

"Hey? Did your little uncle steal your grandfather's wine again?"

"What do you know at such a young age? I can tell you, your mother is my elder sister, and my elder sister is naturally facing me. Be careful, I will tell her to throw you out of the villa."

The lazy young boy held his collar and teased him with a smile.

When he cried, he frantically tried to coax him.

Usually it is to use light work to take him to the sky to fly.

Scenes of fragmented and clear memory fragments unfolded in his mind arbitrarily, and the time stretched infinitely in this second.

The young emperor covered his head, and the sound that came out of his mouth did not know whether it was an uncontrollable cry of pain, or a faint sob.

The little uncle's face is the most blurred, and the outline is so familiar.His consciousness is blurred now, but he doesn't know where the power comes from, and he still wants to see that face clearly.

[There are two people, one big and one small, kneeling in the ancestral hall.

The big ones are not big, and the small ones are very small.

The boy yawned, repeating his family motto without saying a word.There were tears on the little cheeks, and she pouted in aggrieved manner.

"Why are you crying, didn't you vent your anger?"

"Isn't your little uncle great?"

Wang Erpang under the villa was bullied and brought up by Lian Yubai, but the Lian family gave birth to Jing Jue, a soft kid, who was bullied by Wang Erpang's younger brother every day.

Lian Yubai came back from the villa just in time to see him, cleaned up Wang Erpang and his younger brother, and cried, but was seen by his own old man, who was reprimanded, and the uncle and nephew went into the ancestral hall together.

"sharp……"

Xiao Jingjue wiped away her tears, "But little uncle, when you beat him up, you knocked out my teeth too."

Guilt flashed quickly in the boy's eyes, and he coughed twice, "I couldn't hold it back, I was accidentally injured, oops, you should change your teeth, I counted as helping you."

"The old man beat me, the back of my uncle's hand hurts."

After Xiao Jingjue listened, she leaned over and gave him a slap on the back of her hand: "Blow blow."

He lost his teeth, and the wind leaked from the blower, and a trace or two of saliva was blown onto the back of the boy's hand.

The little nephew was very deceitful, and it was easy to get warm care. Even Yubai didn't blush at all, he lied to the child to play, and he didn't dislike it. He laughed twice, and carried the child to his futon. The two exchanged next position.

"Little uncle is so soft, you kneel down."

Lian Yubai wandered around the corner of the ancestral hall a few more times, looking for several fun toys for children to throw over for him to pass the time.

There was a knock on the door from a servant outside: "Second Young Master, you still have to recite the family motto 340 seven times."

Lian Yubai: "Yeah."

He watched Jing Jue play Lubansuo, and recited it casually while pointing.He never cut corners when he recited family training, he could write as many words as he wanted, and the content of the family training was not too much.

"The descendants of the Lian family, conduct righteousness, loyalty, benevolence, integrity, do not kill innocent people, do not commit innocent crimes."

"The younger generation should put integrity first, don't kneel down and violate the ancestors' precepts, don't bend the waist of humiliation, don't break the spine of a gentleman..."

After reciting this over and over again, Jing Jue waited for him to stop and rest, and asked: "If you don't kneel, you violate the ancestors' precepts? Don't you need to kneel if your grandfather violated the ancestors' precepts?"

Lian Yubai paused, then nodded: "Yeah."

"Not only do you not need to kneel, but you can also point at his nose and scold him, and the old man will not refute you even if he is so angry."

"Our family's family rules are not strict, but very loose, as long as you are upright."

He touched the child's head and said to him: "Look at the tablet above, they are all worthy of our respect and worship."

He took the opportunity to educate: "For example, today, Wang Erpang's younger brother bullied you, and instead asked you to bow down and apologize to him. There is no such reason. If you bend down, you have broken your integrity and violated our family training. "

Xiaojing seems to understand but not understand.

Looking at the child's solemn expression, the young man burst out laughing for some reason, burst into tears while laughing, and hit his head.

"Do you understand, little nephew?"]

["Do you understand, Your Highness?"

Wearing a red official uniform, the champion of the new department shook his head with a helpless smile, rolled up the scroll, and raised his hand to tap the young prince on the forehead.

"What are you looking at me for?"

The young Chu Jun held his chin and smiled: "Teacher, you have a beautiful smile. Are you a fairy who descended to the earth and once entered the dream of Jing Jue? I always feel like I have never seen you before."

The young man in the red official uniform was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head in denial: "Your Highness may have made a mistake."]

The disordered memories in Ying Jingjue's mind were all mixed together.

The blurred face gradually became clear.

Then slowly, he overlapped with the teacher who had gone on a stranger's road with him.

Ying Jingjue buzzed in his head.

"—"

People will have auditory hallucinations in extreme pain, Ying Jingjue's eardrums seem to be pricked by needles, and his heart is beating wildly, almost breaking his ribs and jumping out of his chest.

He reluctantly opened his eyelids. Compared with just now, only a moment later, the blood flowed into the eyes, but the tingling sensation was nothing.

This incense mist makes people feel weak, Ying Jingjue's pupils are dilated, but he can only make a gasp sound when he opens his mouth. In a few words, there is an unconcealable hatred: "Kill...you..."

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Moda's mouth, "Your Majesty is sleepy and started talking nonsense."

With a flick of his wrist, Ying Jingjue pulled off a red bead on the side of his robe, and with the last bit of strength, he shot at the red candle in the hall.

The red candle fell on the curtain and burned in the blink of an eye.

Ying Jingjue fainted.

Moda could stop him, but he didn't make a move. Instead, he glanced at Ying Jingjue and said, "I swore that I would not kill Dasheng Chaotian. Mercy, you are being cruel."

Ci Lian: "The assassination of the southern patrol was done by you, why bother to say such things here, hypocritical insistence."

Moda: "At that time he did not become the emperor, of course I did not violate my oath."

"You have been in Dasheng for 36 years. How many capable ministers and generals have you lost here? Why don't you push this dynasty farther and farther in the direction of extinction? If the Dasheng Dynasty dies, how can the emperor survive? What is the difference between you and killing the emperor?"

Moda looked away: "This is different."

Compassionately said Amitabha.

"Moda, after the news of the defeat over there, you seem to be less calm than before. I know you asked Mu Xiang to prepare the way to leave here. You want to leave, don't you? Wang Ting will not let you Inbound."

"I still have a few 36 years left."

Can this aging body and energy that is powerless really wait until the day when the royal court allows him to go back?He sees no hope.

He was an impure breed who was expelled by the royal court, because he had the blood of the lowly Han people on his body, and he looked more like a Han. When he was exiled to the Dasheng Dynasty, he was rescued by Sejong of the Dasheng Dynasty on the southern tour .

Later, by mistake, he entered Foquan Temple and re-established contact with Wang Ting.

As long as he has made enough contributions, the royal court will allow him to return to the tribe in glory.He thought of kindness and didn't kill the Dasheng emperor, but in the past few decades, he had almost wiped out Dasheng's civil servants and generals.

Year after year, he has never been summoned by the royal court.

Moda closed his eyes: "For the last time, if Lian Shenwei is abolished, I will go back to the royal court."

Ci Lian: "Are you so sure that he will come?"

Moda: "He cares too much about Jing Jue, so he won't stop coming."

"What if he really didn't come? You have no escape route left."

Moda was silent for a while, looking at the emperor on the ground.

"If it's not within an hour, then cut off his head and bring him back to the royal court." One hour is the time for the soldiers in the capital to rush over at full speed.

Mercy sneered.

hypocritical.

Moda ignored him, only glanced at a burning curtain.

"This fire burns really well."

He grabbed Ying Jingjue by the collar and dragged him out.

Moda told the monk next to him: "Go, bring the coward you caught earlier."

Soon, a young man with five flowers tied up and a frightened face was arrested. He was Wei Li's only son Wei Shugui. After Wei Li was killed by Lian Shenwei, the rest were all fed Mengpo soup. No exception.

He no longer remembered that he was Wei Li's son, nor did he know why he was arrested here.

After the chaos on the top of the mountain, all the guards on it fell to the ground, and the harmless monks surrounded the place, and some prepared hot oil, which was poured down from the top of the mountain one by one.

Hot oil rolls into the damp mountain forest.

Countless torches were thrown into it.

The light rain could not stop these fires at all, and the wildfire spread instantly, and the billowing smoke melted into the dark night, instantly igniting the sky.

The Buddha statue watched.

The mountain fire meanders down like a swimming dragon.

The guards at the bottom of the mountain were startled and rushed up one after another.

Lian Shenwei's eyes glowed with fire, and his eyes were serious: "Something happened up there."

As if remembering something, his expression became even uglier, and he spit out two words: "Beiyi..."

Tian Nan was startled when he heard that, "Master, what should we do now?"

If the two of them go up now, the situation above is unknown, they are almost—

"Lian Shenwei, welcome with fire, waiting for your arrival!" A thick old voice wrapped in inner strength came down from the top of the mountain.

On the straight stone steps in the middle, monks who had learned martial arts came down one after another with weapons, and they were on both sides. The stone steps seemed to be a road of no return leading to hell.

Tian Nan's face froze immediately.

The wind brought by this sound shook the surrounding leaves a little strangely, Lian Shenwei noticed Tiannan's pause, and he glanced at the top of the mountain thoughtfully.

"Someone said something, what did they say?"

Tian Nan: "No..."

Lian Shenwei interrupted him: "The truth."

Tian Nan clenched his fists tightly: "Master, even if we go up, the possibility of saving people is very small. Right now, we should go back to the capital to find someone."

Lian Shen looked into his eyes with dark eyes, "Ask me one last time, Tian Nan, that's my nephew."

Tian Nan held his hand and slowly tightened it.

"...The above said, Lian Shenwei, greeted with fire, waiting for the king to come."

After he finished speaking, Lian Shen lowered his eyes slightly.

Is this directed at him?

He felt a little relieved, if it was aimed at him, the situation above might not be as bad as he thought.

"Ash."

Lian Shen touched Ah Xun's feathers slightly.

This Haidongqing is exceptionally understanding of human nature, and now he can only hope that Azun can understand what he said.

Lian Shenwei: "Go find someone."

A'Xun lightly pecked him with his bird's beak, spread his wings and flew high, and almost in the blink of an eye, he became an invisible black spot.

Costin's speed never disappoints.

Lian Shen slightly retracted his gaze.

"Master, do you have to go up?"

It was an interrogative sentence, but Tian Nan used an affirmative tone.

Lian Shen raised his head slightly, looking at the main hall on the top of the mountain from the foot of the mountain.

Walking around the stone steps is too time-consuming, and the straight mountain path is his only choice.

The Buddha statue looked down on the long stone steps in the firelight, just like the gods and Buddhas in the clouds, overlooking the crazy scene of chaos and killing in hell.

But never reached out to redeem.

Tian Nan was silent for a moment, and took Lian Shenwei down the ancient tree.

"Master, you are not allowed to use your internal strength anymore."

His eyes were too stubborn.

Lian Shen pursed her lower lip slightly, nodded slightly, "Try my best."

Tian Nan's heart relaxed slightly, but all the muscles in his body tensed up, like a wolf ready to go, "You are right behind me," he pulled out the knife from his waist, turned and walked towards the foot of the mountain.

"This subordinate will clear the way for you."

"drive!"

"Drive! Drive!"

The horseshoes splashed the mud on the ground high.

Li Ningfeng, Ye Mingqin, and Mingzhu rode their horses to the front, with cavalry behind them.

They set off from the capital much earlier than Moda estimated, and even faintly saw a little light in the north.

Li Ningfeng had excellent eyesight, and his eyes darkened.

Something really happened.

Feng Ke has been driving for half a month, his face is tired, his beard is unshaven, and his eyes are bright.

The horse he was riding had two big bags of medicinal materials wrapped in several layers of oil paper, so that no drips would get in.

He was in a hurry before, and Outland couldn't get in touch with the Central Plains, but now he has arrived in the suburbs of Beijing. If he moves forward at a normal speed, he will be able to reach the Prince Regent's Mansion tonight.

He didn't want to waste any time.

Thinking of this, Feng Ke rubbed his face, and drove his horse towards the direction of the capital. The flames in the north caught his attention, but he didn't think too deeply, and glanced a few more times. .

"Agu—"

The big bird flying over the sky suddenly let out a cry of excitement, then made a quick turn, and rushed straight towards the young man in blue on the horse.

Feng Ke looked up: "!!!"

Pupils constricted.

what is this? !

boom!

Feng Ke's eyes went dark, and before he even had time to react, he was knocked off the horse by the strong impact.

He rarely swears.

The strange thing grabbed his clothes and pulled them in one direction.

After being dizzy for a while, Feng Ke stared at the bird in surprise for a while, and said uncertainly: "...Ah?"

What did Lian Shenwei feed it to grow so big!

Wasn't he a sick little poor bird when he went?

Ah Xun frantically dragged him to the burning place in the north.

Feng Ke's sleeve was so violent that it tore off a section.

Seeing that Feng Ke was still in a daze, Ah Xun flew up and circled twice, yelled a few times in the direction of the north, and then came to tease Feng Ke again.

Feng Ke frowned: "Who is there? Your master?"

Asun called out.

"go!"

Feng Ke didn't hesitate anymore, rubbed his painful waist, got on the horse, raised his whip, and rushed north.

It's not far from him.

A'Xun led the way above his head, the blue silk thread on Feng Ke's cuffs still remained in the ferocious bird's beak, and the wings walked against the rain, sharply cutting the wind in the rain.

Halfway up the mountain.

Lian Shenwei silently counted the time.

Fresh blood mixed with rainwater flowed down from the upper stone steps, and the tongue of fire froze over, and the pervasive smoke made Lian Shen cough uncontrollably.

Tian Nan was drenched in blood, his breathing was heavy, his arms were trembling when the point of the knife touched the stone.

Lian Shenwei stood behind him with his hands behind his back, looking up.

A group of monks in front stopped in front, and there were more and more people as they went up.

With Tiannan's internal strength, from just now until now, he hasn't hurt a hair, and it's almost reached its limit at this time.

Tian Nan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows were extremely lowered, looking fierce, he clenched the handle of the knife tightly, and wanted to charge up.

A pale hand rested lightly on his shoulder.

Tian Nan reluctantly tilted his head: "Master?"

Lian Shenwei: "I'll do it."

If the fight continues, the Tiannan Meridian will only end in damage to the meridian.

Besides...

It just took too much time.

Even though it seems to be aimed at him this time, as long as Jing Jue is on top, the variables will always exist.

Tian Nan shook his head in panic.

As soon as Lian Shenwei exerted force in his hand, Tian Nan's arm went numb, and the knife in his hand fell.

Lian Shenwei caught it with his backhand and held it in his palm.

He patted Tian Nan on the shoulder, "These people are just people, try to use as little internal force as possible, I won't die."

He said this because he was somewhat sure that he would not die after using his internal force for the third time.

He didn't want to live for too long, but he was still unwilling to die now, and in such a place.

Lian Shenwei exhaled lightly, raised his hand, mobilized his internal energy, and pointed at his heart vein.

Warrior heart acupoint.

Tian Nan saw it clearly, and his face turned pale on the spot: "No..."

master.

He tried to grab hold of Lian Shenwei's clothes, but the young man raised his feet and walked up. He only held the wet rain and mist, and the wind that brushed through his fingers and was about to leave.

Step by step.

Youth climb up the stairs.

The tip of the knife dripped blood.

At the same time, the people from the two parties who rushed here quickly approached the foot of the mountain.

There was a loud cry in the sky.

"It's almost an hour away from what you said," Ci Lian glanced at Moda.

"Killing the little emperor, you don't have to take such a big risk."

Moda: "Didn't you hear the movement below, people have come."

He really didn't want to break his vow unless he had to.Moreover, even if he killed the little emperor, Lian Shenwei survived, and they would definitely face Lian Shenwei's crazy and cruel revenge when they returned to the royal court.

Just like those things he found.

Before, he only thought that the late Emperor was too fond of him, and it was a good thing to keep Lian Shenwei, but now Lian Shenwei is the person he most wants to get rid of.

This man is too dangerous and uncontrollable.

"Everyone."

One or two low coughs sounded from under the stone steps.

"Come here at the appointment, what advice do you have?"

The young man in a black gold gown held a knife and walked up slowly, the soles of his shoes on the ground were stained with blood, and there was no visible wound on his body.

Lian Shenwei's eyes immediately fell on Ying Jingjue who was held by Modati.

Should be in a coma.

Lian Shen narrowed his eyes slightly: "Grand Master Moda."

Moda was not surprised that he could call out his name, and smiled.

"Should I call you Prince Regent, or Lian Yubai?"

From the moment Lian Shenwei appeared here, those uncertain guesses that he still had doubts in his heart now have answers.

What an incredible fact.

Lian Shenwei couldn't hear, Moda had a beard, and he couldn't see the lip shape of the other party clearly in the dark, he was too lazy to identify, let alone argue, and said directly.

"Today, this game is coming at me, what can I do to let him go."

Moda smiled without saying a word, and glanced at the knife in his hand.

He didn't know Lian Shenwei's physical condition, and was obviously a little afraid of his strength.

He really came here, alone, it can be seen that as he expected, he came here secretly.Of course, even if he brings a lot of people, he still has a backup and is not afraid of anything.

Lian Shenwei did not die at the hands of a senior monk, this was a test of his skill, it seemed that that person was nothing to him.

Walking up to him, there was no wound on his body.

During his 36 years in the Great Prosperity Dynasty, he has seen so many geniuses who are all-rounder in civil and military affairs, Lian Shenwei is undoubtedly the most amazing one.

Unfortunately, what he is best at is ruining these geniuses.

bang.

Lian Shenwei threw the knife away.

Ying Jing was by no means completely fainted, he just didn't have the strength to move, his hair was drooping messily, covering his face, his lips were always whispering, no one knew what he wanted to say.

What he actually wanted to say was.

Hurry up.

Leave me alone.

The young emperor was in a daze, with a tear dripping from the corner of his eye, and finally said the title in his heart.

...Little uncle.

Mercy: "Amitabha."

"I don't know if the regent knows this person."

He pointed to a somewhat familiar teenager curled up on the ground.

Immediately a monk picked him up.

Lian Shen glanced slightly, his brows slightly frowned.

Somewhat familiar.

He looked at Moda.

Moda: "This is Wei Li's son, Wei Shugui."

"I searched for a long time before I found him. The Prince Regent has a great trick, and they have lost all their memories. Killed Wei Li, and later asked someone to dig his grave."

Lian Shenwei: "Why did you bring him here?"

Ci Lian also asked Moda this sentence before, why did he find Wei Shugui.

Moda asked him if he knew how to destroy a proud person.

Of the many talents that Dashengchao has folded in his hands over the years, which one is not a proud person, he knows this all too well.

Without waiting for him to continue asking, the slightly crazy grand master asked and answered by himself, of course he used the most cruel means to break his heart.

People are lifeless and do not survive.

Moda stared at Lian Shenwei with heavy eyes, "It's very simple. The regent has done such an outrageous thing. It's not too much to kneel down and apologize to Wei Li's only son."

As soon as the words fell, he noticed Ying Jingjue's weak struggle in his hand.

He was immediately surprised.

The little emperor didn't completely faint.

"..."

Lian Shenwei had no sense of taste, but tasted the smell of blood in his mouth after a long time.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, it was already icy, "Impossible."

Wei Li is his enemy.

Wei Shugui is the only son of his enemy.

Where did the rules come from, let him kneel down and kowtow to apologize to the son of his enemy.

He would rather cut off his own legs and kill himself on the spot than kneel down.

Moda: "Then he can only die."

He didn't seem to be surprised to get such an answer at all, and tightened his hand on the back of Ying Jingjue's neck.

Lian Shenwei's palms were slowly clenched.

"Wait a moment."

He said.