Jun Lingyan drank away such useless waste. Under the candlelight, his fat body was extremely bleak and lived alone in the hall.

After the anger dissipated, more fear rose from the bottom of his heart. He felt very cold, as if he was back to the coldness he had when he first arrived at the palace that year.

The memories that were deeply rooted in his bone marrow but were abandoned by him began to collapse in fear.

He is not the biological flesh and blood of the late emperor.

The real one is just a wandering fool.

Although the third prince was the legitimate son of the queen at first, he was in poor health since childhood. Therefore, the late emperor put him in Ankang Temple for cultivation. The fool was wandering among a group of phasque monks who were already pedantic and began to become more and more pedantic.

He just used a little trick to trick him to the cliff and pushed him down. Seeing the person who gradually disappeared from the cliff, he felt a little more joy in his heart. Before he died, the fool thought he was taking him to see the scenery of the cliff. I was a fool, what was the good looking cliff? What was there? Besides the corpse under the cliff? It was funny, and it was really funny.

On the way back, he arrived at the hornet's nest that he had found in advance and was tortured by bee venom, but he smiled very happily, like a charming flower. What is it like to swollen into a pig's head? In the future, he will climb to the most dazzling place so that everyone can look up to him and never bully him again!

When he stung the bee, which had not yet swelled, he entered the palace. He built the walls and the tiles were magnificent. The day he entered the palace was extremely cold, as if he was about to penetrate deep into his bone marrow. The sky was still scattered with snow, but there was no trace of snow on the bluestone slabs on the palace road. It was snow that fell, and the servants who were guarding had already swept the snow.

He glanced at the slave, who just lowered his head, as if he felt his gaze, and his head lowered even further.

He saw it and laughed. This was what he wanted. Standing on power, these were nothing more than ants, so he could let him dominate and play with it.

When he arrived at the hall, he saw the late emperor who looked very false, although he was full of kindness. He had an idea in his heart.

Seeing the emperor getting closer and closer, he trembled a little, but his mind was thinking more and more. His eyebrows and eyes were extremely different. When he was young, he could use the reason that he had never grown up, but after a long time, it was not a solution. In order to cover up this, he did not hesitate to fill himself with countless foods, but even if it was delicacies and delicacies, it was so hard that the delicacies would never exist. After years of this, although he had stomachache, the effect was indeed achieved. He began to be obese, and he had no previous appearance. The former emperor never doubted it until he died. He hated that this was his biological child.

Every time he saw the disguised love of the late emperor, he actually looked disgusted, and he always felt a sense of unrestrained pleasure in his heart.

Over time, he began to hide all the mirrors in his palace. He began to try to forget, how he got the identity of this prince from that fool, that dark afternoon, and the figure falling on the edge of the cliff. He kept saying to himself, you are the prince, and the prince is you. That fool, he is just a fool.

It was too long since his memories were going to weather. He could no longer remember what his name was, but he had penetrated Jun Lingyan's name into his bones and blood. He thought with some fear, maybe this was the cause and effect.

But he never thought that the fool would one day climb out of the cliff, like an evil ghost climbing out of hell, trying to pull him from the top of his power to hell.

His fat body was a little uncomfortable to breathe, and his fat body shook, as if he was about to leave his body. He had a great difficulty getting up from the dragon throne, but his eyes were filled with sparks, like the fireworks of the birthday gift that the fool had tried his best to prepare for him.

When he got up, he felt a little soft, just like fish meat, which should be said to be as soft as the cooked fish meat. He felt that there seemed to be a knife hanging above his head, and it seemed that the soup in the pot had boiled, and he was the fish that was about to put it into the pot.

He was afraid, fear was like weeds, and once it grew, it would be flooding.

The dark night wraps up so many sins.

As the saying goes, don’t do bad things, don’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. The bad things he did have cannot be taken back since the day he entered the palace. It cannot be taken back like opening a river and opening a gate. You can only watch the tumbling river flow eliminate his conscience and only a few traces of guilt into the bottom layer of mud in the water.

He softened his body and climbed to the collection of books beside him. He turned the jade bottle that was decorated. The koi on the jade bottle was lifelike, as if it was about to emerge from the bottle soon.

The secret grid opened, and he carefully took out a volume of calligraphy and paintings placed in the secret grid.

The scroll was half a month ago when a figure was placed on his desk. He was afraid that the memories that had penetrated into his bones began to awaken again. At that moment, what he got was not the desire at that time, but the coolness that rose from the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, he pretended to hide the scroll in the dark grid without knowing it, as if nothing had happened. But the tree wanted to be quiet and the wind did not stop, and the force that suddenly rose from the darkness instantly broke his disguise like a knife. Finally, he no longer deceived himself.

He spread the scroll out with trembling, his fat body trembling. He never dared to roll the scroll open. He felt that there must be something extremely difficult in the painting. But today he didn't know where the strength and courage he got, and took the scroll out of the dark grid.

There is nothing in the painting, it is just a landscape, but this landscape almost cost Jun Lingyan his life.

A wave of fear hit the top of his head, making him almost unable to breathe.

This scenery is beautiful, and the cliff is painted vividly, with dim fire clouds and towering cliffs. It has a very artistic conception.

What he suddenly felt was wetness below.

The fool is here, he is here to take revenge.

As he recited and felt the coldness coming from his body, he just wanted to run away, but his feet seemed to have roots, and it was difficult to move away.

But in the end he moved, regardless of the shouts of the group of palace servants behind him, he arrived at the pear garden like the wind, and pressed the closed door.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, he wanted to live, he wanted to live.

The only way to save him in the palace is the national teacher, and only the safest one is around him.

Thinking of this, the sound of his knocking on the door became even louder, and in this rather quiet night, it was particularly abrupt.
Chapter completed!