Male God, a Little Su

King Heng, who was forty years old, was in a trance because of this pie that fell suddenly. He looked at Wen Yanqing in surprise, not knowing what to call him.

"You, why are you..."

"When did I say that I wanted this seat?" Wen Yanqing smiled lowly, "I only hope that you can be a wise king, and don't learn from him."

The foolish King Heng looked at Wen Yanqing and then at Emperor Chengde.

It's all settled.

All the ministers knelt down one after another, congratulating in unison, "See the emperor! Long live my emperor!"

"Second child!" Emperor Chengde pinned his hopes on King Heng and stared into his eyes.

King Heng, who was used to being ignored and bullied, suddenly licked his lips and reacted. He looked at Emperor Chengde with his fists clenched, and asked with a soft smile, "Father, do you still remember how my mother died?"

In a word, all the retreats of Emperor Chengde were blocked.

He collapsed, and he was sorry for everyone in his life except himself.

At that time, Concubine Mu and the queen competed for favor and framed the queen. Emperor Chengde wanted to suppress the empress' mother clan, so he took advantage of the situation, took away her phoenix seal, and confined her in Weiyang Palace.

Although she has the name of a queen, the queen who has no real power lingers on under the power of Concubine Mu Gui, and finally dies depressed and unhappy.

The corners of Wen Yanqing's clothes were blown up by the wind, and the strong cold wind hit people's faces like knives.

His mask had been lost in a corner for a long time, and he squinted a pair of narrow eyes. The scars at the end of the eyes were not clear in the dim light.

Wherever he passes, all soldiers will automatically make way for him.

Blood and corpses all over the floor.

His mother died on this day, and her body disappeared in the fire. He wanted to collect the body, but he didn't know where to find it.

However, Wen Yanqing was also fortunate that the snow was falling heavily, which made the scene touched by his eyes less dazzling.

The boots stepped on the blood, and the snow-white figure gradually merged with the snow all over the sky.

Step by step, through the vermilion palace wall.

The thin back, in the vast expanse of heavy snow, is like a lonely wandering soul, not knowing how to get home.

...

Su Yan sat there from noon until dusk.

Mo Tan has already passed out from the pain, and the flesh of her entire arm has fallen off.

Another big court lady, Mo Yun, walked in hastily and clung to Concubine Mu's ear.

"No news yet?" Concubine Mu frowned.

Su Yan chuckled lightly when she heard the words, which drew Concubine Mu's cold eyes.

"why are you laughing?!"

"I laughed at you for being naive. Don't wait any longer. I can tell you clearly that your son will not come back. No matter whether he succeeds in forcing the palace or not, he will not come back alive."

From the moment Su Yan saw Concubine Mu, Su Yan knew that all her guesses were correct.

The only thing she didn't expect was that her young son was so smart that not only would he want the lives of Concubine Mu Gui and the sixth prince, but he would also have to bear an eternal infamy before he died.

"Shut up!"

Concubine Mu stood up abruptly, staring at Su Yan with a murderous look. Uneasy in my heart, I kept looking out.

"Mo Yun! Go explore again!"

"No, let me tell you myself—"

Outside the door, a man's cold voice suddenly came.

The man who walked in slowly was dressed in white with picturesque eyes.

On that face, a hideous scar quietly landed on his profile. Half immortal and half Rakshasa, his smile is compassionate, but his eyes are full of hostility.

Until he saw the woman sitting on the chair intact and looking at him with a smile, all the pretense turned into water in an instant.