MTL - Slag Shou Cultivating Manual-Chapter 1 Die

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In the hall of Ziliang Jinzhu, a man with a magnificent spirit sits on the top. He is He Zheng, the five princes of the He's dynasty, and the crown prince in the eyes of the emperor.

At the gate of the palace, another man in a white winter coat slowly paced forward.

The huge incense burner in the center is burning good spices, and the fuming smoke rising from the face of people has blurred the face, and the outline of 隽 can be discerned faintly.

He Zheng in the high position seemed to turn a blind eye, staring at the case in front of him, playing with a jade seal in his hand, his attitude was lazy and lazy.

After a long time, people who came to see him really did not care about themselves, so he couldn't hold back a bit, like pulling a sentence barely, "It's been a long time."

The voice of the man in white was clear, cold as ice cracked, brittle as Zhu Yu collided, and a touch of tenderness in the bland voice.

He Zheng raised his eyes slightly, his attitude was not cold or hot, "It's Brother Three Emperors, what's the matter?"

Called the brother of the three emperors, Heron squeezed the edges of his sleeves, and the white jade in his hands was warmed by the temperature of his palms.

"Ah Zheng, I have something to give to you." Heron's small voice dissipated in the empty hall, which seemed to be his purpose.

He Zheng seems to have heard him for a long time. He raised his head slightly without paying much attention, and his eyes floated to the bottom. There was no joy, but he seemed to worry about why he wanted to send something again.

Heron moved his fingers and said to He Zheng, "This is the hostess that my mother gave me before her death."

Jade can be divided into two pieces of jade, in their country is generally used for love between couples, not to mention left by their parents, but also has the meaning of a fixed life, Hezheng a piece, he is also a piece, Tell He Zheng those thoughts.

He Zheng has begun to support the government of the DPRK. He is holding a memorial book in his hand and has no time to take care of Heron. I only frowned slightly when I heard the word “Jiyu”, without raising my head, only a faint reply, “No need.”

A hint of loss passed through Heron's eyes. In the past, He Zheng often refused his gifts. He thought that the two were already together and would not accept them if they did not accept them.

But this time it is different. In any case, he also wants to give his most precious thing to He Zheng.

Seeing that He Lang was determined to give him a gift, He Zheng vacated a hand that took a zigzag, pressed the center of his eyebrows, and there was a hint of impatience in his eyes, so he ordered the next maid to come and collect it for him.

He Zheng held half a piece of jade pupa in his hand, looked a little, the color was transparent and clear, and he started to heat up, which is really the best. But why give him such a kind thing, he looked up at Heron, who had stood for a long time, and asked what he thought.

"Ah Zheng, this is what I want." Heron lowered his eyes slightly, his voice was not as cold as usual, but with a twist, the slightly blushing halo on his face seemed like a branch in the cold snow just now □ □ 's light plum.

He Zheng raised his lips, his eyes remained calm, "I know."

Heron frowned slightly when he heard the words. He slowly lowered his eyes and did not dare to look at him again, and his tone was bitter: "Why do you have to make good money with the right-hand man ..."

"I did it on purpose." He Zheng Jiangyu played with for a while, and continued, "In order to let you break that mind."

Heron's face turned white, and he clenched his sleeves tightly, his heart was full of helplessness. It turned out that the recent alienation and forgetting was not because he was busy for a while, but because he had already planned.

So, He Zheng is determined to sever relations with him?

Heron's eyes were dark, and it seemed to be suffering from the pain of the heart. Thinking so much, from the beginning, He Zheng had never really frankly confronted him, and even agreed to hesitate and plan.

But he was blinded blindly willingly. He thought that he would be in love for a long time, even if He Zheng was not really accepted, but as long as he could have him, he would have a place to live.

Don't ask him how much he cares about himself, he just needs to watch him quietly, even his silence and joy.

But he wants to make friends with other women. Is it possible that he would not even give him a chance equivalent to waiting? His emotion really made him so disgusted?

He Zheng looked at Heron's expression for a while, and the jade in his hand also lost the temperature, and was very boring. He threw the jade to the maid at will, and commanded: "Take it into the storeroom in my temple."

At the end, he smiled slightly, "Brother, I accept it, are you still satisfied?"

Heron's eyebrows were lowered, and a reluctant smile appeared, but his heart was like being in an ice cellar.

"Everything is sent, what else is there for the emperor?" He Zheng still bent his lips, but he could not see that he was smiling. To him, it was only the perfunctory of brothers, and all the eunuchs and eunuchs could not see the real relationship between them.

Herronti squeezed his sleeves, thought about it, and shook his head.

He collected the smile on his face, as if changing a mask in an instant, lowering his head, holding up the memorial, "Come, send the three princes back."

Heron stared blankly at He Zheng sitting in a high position. It seemed that after a few years, he was sitting on a dragon chair, with a high weight, with grace and luxury, just like every emperor of He's past. The palm of his hand The world, but indifferent.

He couldn't help laughing, since He Zheng was a teenager, he knew he would be like this in the future, but he still couldn't help but wanted to warm the lonely boy a little, and calm his eager and crazy heart.

He wanted to tell the young man that in this prosperous world, all he wanted was not power, and power was not as beautiful as he imagined.

"Please." The maidservant's soft voice evoked his thoughts. He nodded stiffly, turned around and looked at He Zheng for the last look, and finally loosened his hand holding the sleeve and left.

The clear figure walked out of the vast snow solitary, and the heavy snow seemed to be crueler than in previous years, engulfing his body until it turned into a snow mark.

When Heron returned to his yard, his coat was covered with ice crystals and white. His long eyelashes were covered with thin frost, his lips were white, and his handsome face was like snow.

A maid in thick clothes frowned, and quickly helped him to enter the house, and put some old carved copper heating stove into his arms, "His Royal Highness, you only have one winter clothes in this cold day. Frozen, why don't the grandmother sent by the five princes wear them? "

Heron embraced the stove, the coldness in his palms gradually dissipated, and his frosty coat was removed, and he replied softly, "Reluctant."

This majesty has a fine workmanship. If he wears it out on a snowy day, it will definitely be covered with snow, and it will not be good when wet.

The only thought that He Zheng left for him was this, and it was given to him only at the suggestion of his father. He regarded this as a treasure, and if it was damaged in the slightest, he would be very distressed.

The maid sighed, she also knew the mind of the master, but the five princes made it clear that they wanted the throne, and the special feelings between the brothers would only be a stain on the road of the emperor.

"Painting spring, don't worry about me." Heron touched the finely carved copper handle on the stove,

"How can the slaves not worry." Hua Chun said, the beauty of the eyes flooded, and the rules of He's history are well known. If you want to sit on the top of 10,000 people, brothers can't avoid it. Pan Yu killed, even if his master has no intention to participate in the battle for the throne, under the rules of He Huang, the five princes are unlikely to leave the master.

The emperor's rules are the cruel competition between you and me. All the princes, only the one who survives in the end can become the king.

His master is weak, and his only mother, Hui Fei, is not from the family of Zhong Ming Ding Shi. Moreover, she is already dead, and she has no reliance.

The only thing that can be said to be useful is that the master's puppet is an inward-looking official. She suspected that it was for this reason that the five princes used the master to draw his puppet, but every time she saw the master and the five princes met With eyes full of joy, she could not bear to speak.

She didn't dare to think whether the master knew the purpose of the five princes, for he was afraid that he already knew it, but he still had to be the moth to fight the fire.

Up to now, the battle for the throne is about to start. No one can finally protect the master. Presumably the five princes have begun to sever their affiliation with the master ... otherwise why the master's expression will rise and fall so much, and when he goes out, he is full of expectations, but when he returns, he loses his soul.

The five princes are fierce and deep-seated. At this time, aside from the relationship, all the princes of Unicom will be generally executed. Then, when the lord dies, what about the slaves who grew up with the lord in this hospital?

Thinking of this, Hua Chun couldn't stop feeling sad.

In response to Painting Spring, Heron smiled pale. "What fear is death? I can't hide from it ..."

If it really dies, it will hurt him most.

It turned out that all the ears and ears were just a dream, and when he woke up, he was willing to admit that everything was just intentional, and the water was ruthless.

...

In the early spring, it was full of vitality, the flowers bloomed, and the tender grass emerged from the ground. The snow on the flowers in front of the courtyard also fell, and it melted into a pool of spring water and penetrated into the soil.

It was supposed to be a good time for Spring and Jingming, but a killing was quietly going on.

In just a few hours, the original Prince was charged with the felony of collaborating with a neighboring country. The second prince was imprisoned by the angry Emperor He for drunkenness, burning the palace, and the rest of the princes who had no power to rely on. Conscripted siege.

In the end, there were only three princes, Herron.

Even though he has always been mediocre and inactive, it is impossible to cause any harm to him, but Heron's strange feelings are an obstacle that will erupt from time to time for this imperial emperor.

Heron had been prepared for a soldier without Feizheng's death, and was not willing to let him worry about himself. He had already prepared a glass of poisonous wine. Before the weather had recovered, he was wearing a thin singlet. Sitting alone in front of the pavilion, waiting for his death.

He Zheng also gave birth to an incomprehensible taste for his leisurely wine tasting.

But when the depressed man raised his glass with a smile, he felt something was wrong, but he didn't stop him from slowly sipping the liquor.

"What are you doing?" He Zheng frowned, dissatisfied with the expression of compassion and reluctance in his eyebrows.

Heron's internal organs agitated for a while, and then, dizzy, unable to restrain a trace of blood, overflowing from the corner of his mouth, he took a deep breath, and fell to the ground half-knelt.

He has always been quiet, but at this time, he has a thousand words to say. He wanted his A Zheng to treat the people kindly and do his best. If he could, he would be happy and well-being forever, if he could—don't forget him.

The only thing that can be finally exported is "turn your head, don't dirty your eyes."

This sentence came out, trembling so badly that He Zheng knew that he was willing to take poison and died, and eventually remained silent.

He turned around and walked out of the pavilion quietly, not wanting to see Heron's death. He was afraid that this would evoke the emotion that he had abandoned for a long time. Moreover, compared to other brothers, he did not dislike him very much .

That misty feeling was just a momentary impulse and hypocrisy, letting him go with the wind.

After about half a column time, the people behind him came to him, "Report the fifth prince! The third prince is dead."

He Zheng's eyelids fluttered, but his inner emotions were not revealed, and he asked, "Five princes?"

The guard's body shook, and he knelt down and changed his mouth, "Emperor!"

Finally got this title, he nodded, and finally could not help but turn his head, glanced from a distance, the pool of blood was filled with a pool of breath, thrilling.

Overnight, he wore a yellow robe, from the five princes, to the power of the He's dynasty over ten thousand people.

On the day of his ascension, everyone looked at him with awe in his eyes and shouted long live in unison. He shook his mouth and knew that the throne he had been struck for ten years was finally obtained by him. He smirked, and it sounded proud to outsiders of.

However, when the blood was boiling, He Zheng felt that his heart seemed to be hollowed out a little bit. He looked subconsciously and searched anxiously in front of Baiguan. What was that gentle and tolerant look?

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