Chapter 267 Heavy Pace

At night, the moonlight swayed like water.

Xia Wuchen walked slowly on the road to Chengfu Hall. The night breeze was clear, but the sultry heat made people feel a little uncomfortable. The palace veil on both sides is winding, and the pool water in the distance is sparkling. Xia Wuchen did not walk many times to the Chengfu Hall, but was one of the few. Because once, he was only a forgotten seventh prince, so the Chengfu Hall, which symbolized power, had nothing to do with him. Although he was canonized as a prince later, Xia Wuchen also tried to avoid going to Chengfu Hall. Tonight, the road is particularly long and heavy.

"I will see my father." According to the etiquette, Xia Wuchen half knelt on the ground and slowly got up after Emperor Xia said something in a low voice. I don't know why, at the moment when he got up, Xia Wuchen had a feeling that his whole body was drained. Fortunately, at the most critical moment, he stabilized his mind and didn't make any trouble. If you are an ordinary person, you naturally don't have to be so careful. Because Xia Wuchen knew that he indulged that he was now a noble prince, the biological blood of the king of a country half leaning on the chair in front of him, and he still had to be cautious and suspicious. The most suspicious person in the world was his father, which Xia Wuchen knew better than anyone else.

In those years, although part of the reason why Xia Wuchen chose not to ask about the government was that he was afraid of his brother, the most real reason was that he never told anyone, which was due to his father. At that time, no dispute with the world was the wisest choice. If he had shown a trace of nostalgia for power like the prince, I'm afraid he would not have lived so safely at this moment, let alone be canonized as the prince. Xia Di would rather kill 10,000 by mistake than let go of one. Even if he wants to kill his own son, he will never be soft.

"No dust, do you know why I asked you to come?" Xia Di's tone seemed a little tired, and the candlelight swayed gently, suddenly reflecting Xia Di's face.

"Can the father summon his ministers for Ling Yue's sudden illness?" Xia Wuchen's tone was obedient, but for some reason, his figure looked a little lonely at this moment.

This trace of loneliness naturally did not escape the eyes of Emperor Xia: "Wuchen, can't you make up your mind? I can see that you have true feelings for her. If you regret it, I can let her go for you. In fact, I really don't want to kill her, as long as she doesn't have different intentions from now on.

"All my sons and ministers obey the arrangement of my father." This sentence is a little ambiguous. Xia Wuchen saw a trace of cold light flashing in Emperor Xia's eyes and realized that he had finally said something wrong. "What I mean is that since Ling Yuesheng has a different heart, he should still cut the grass and eradicate it so as not to make the spring breeze blow again."

The corners of Xia Di's mouth raised an arc, and it looked like a smile: "Oh? I never knew that you also had such a cruel side. Could it be that you were just acting in the past? Today, it makes me look at you with special new eyes.

Xia Wuchen was frozen in place and didn't know what to say for a moment. For a long time, seeing that Emperor Xia was also silent and silent, Xia Wuchen barely squeezed four words out of his mouth: "My son is frightened."

"Well, now that you have made up your mind, how about I handing over this matter to you?"

"The minister obeys the order." The erratic words came out of his mouth, and Xia Wuchen felt that his whole body was frozen. Obviously, it was not like this, and he obviously didn't want to do it. However, he had to do this again. What on earth did he want? Let her die? No, she can't die. If she dies, she will definitely feel bored alive. However, if Ling Yue does not die, he will also fall into the abyss or 18 layers of hell. No matter which choice, it is a profound abyss for him.

"I'm tired. You go back first." After saying that, Xia Di closed his eyes and didn't know whether he was just taking a nap or falling asleep because of fatigue.

Black night, low sky. In a round, the full moon hangs high in the sky.

In the wind, who is talking low? Who is crying for that unreachable dream? In these eternal and long years of excellence, what are you persistent for?

"Are you in a bad mood?" The sound as clear as a spring sounded, but the owner of the sound was wearing a fiery red dress. Leng Lian held a blood-colored lotus in her hand. Under the moonlight, the lotus flower actually emitted a strange light as if there was life.

"This flower is very beautiful." Xia Wuchen's eyes fell on the blood lotus, but after a while, he looked away again, "Why are you here?"

"She's waiting for you." Leng Lian turned the blood lotus and sighed faintly, "Go and have a look. Maybe it's the last time."

"The last one?" Xia Wuchen frowned slightly and asked, "Aren't you sure before? Why is it the last time?"

"I can only tell you that someone has tamphes, but I don't know who tamphes." Lenglian said, "Are you going to see her?"

Xia Wuchen slowly turned his head and thought for a while: "No, let her die like this. Maybe it's also a relief for her. It's easier and happier to die than to live."

Lenglian was stunned and said, "It seems that you are really not in a good mood today. Well, I'm ready to leave, so see you later.

"Where to go?" Xia Wuchen didn't really want to know where Lenglian was going, but just asked casually, "Forget it, just think you didn't ask."

"But you have already asked." Leng Lian put the blood lotus in her nose and smelled it. She closed her eyes and said, "Actually, I don't know where to go. If my father dies, I will probably wander around the world in the future. In fact, I don't believe that your emperor's father would let me go so easily.

"Your tone is somewhat similar to that of Ouyang Wan." Xia Wuchen remembered that Ouyang Wan always liked to call his father the emperor's father. "In fact, it's not bad to wander around the world."

Leng Lian smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, wandering around the world is just a nice saying. I originally wanted to say that I was desperate."

"Before you leave, I have a question to ask you. You just said that you were passive. In fact, you know who did it, but you just don't want to say it, right?"

"I don't know." After Lenglian was determined to spit out three words, she walked away.

Xia Wuchen stood still and repeated the last three words of Leng Lian. He didn't know. Don't you really know? If you don't want to say it, just don't say anything at the beginning. That's not better. There are such headaches in the world. They only speak half, which makes people think hard to guess, and they don't know what the bad problem is.

In the dark room, Su Rou leaned against the cold wall with her knees in her arms. Did she fail? It seems that I underestimated her after all. I thought that the girl would be rescued in Suhe Villa, and then turned her into a perfumer Lin Bai. Finally, Lin Bai and Xia Wuchen met according to the original plot, but who knew that in the end, everything was destroyed by Murong Lingyue. Su Rou didn't calculate that Ling Yue would use Liu Ye to let Lenglian stand on her side.

She sighed. Su Rou lay on the dry straw and slowly closed her eyes.

And in the uterus, a secret room known to a few people is filled with a strong smell of blood. On the table in the secret room, there was a woman with her eyes tightly closed. If you pay close attention, you will find that the woman has long lost her breath and her face is pale without a trace of blood. But on the woman's neck, there is a very small and imperceptible blood stain.

And beside the table, stood a woman in black. Her face was as white as condensed fat, and the red mole between her eyebrows became more and more red, as if it was about to drip out. Xie Yinxue looked at Lin Bai lying on the table quietly, not to say how she felt about Lin Bai's death, but to understand what kind of emotion could make this dead woman accept such an inhumane treatment. How can anyone bear the pain of being frustrated?