atypical prostitute

Chapter 238

"I killed your biological father, killed your adoptive father, made your biological mother miserable, and indirectly buried Yujing. You have countless reasons to hate me, but I like you very much because we are the same kind , One day, you will unknowingly become me, the face you hate the most."

A blow of coldness that was better than one shot spit out from King Liang's mouth. He was indifferent and cold, just like his pawn.

"Let's get down to business."

"Third brother is the first among us brothers and sisters to know the truth. His character is decisive, but also naturally weak. He is always tolerant towards us half-brothers and sisters. However, it is also him My gentleness caused our tragedy. I became more and more hypocritical and greedy, Lao Qi was coquettish and stubborn, and Ah Yu was arrogant and dissatisfied. But even so, the third brother still tolerated us..."

"...The old seven urged the queen mother to concoct the Tsing Yi case to frame Shen Qingyi for plotting Jiangnan. He knew he was wronged but suppressed the truth..."

"...When the matter between Lao Qi and A Yu broke out, he chose to calm down and punish Lao Qi to seal the ground wall and think about it. At the same time, he gave A Yu the title of princess..."

"He is always so gentle, pampering our useless younger brothers and sisters, as if he wants to make up for the mistakes of the father... Even, knowing that Aluan is thinking about Agan, he doesn't punish him, just secretly Adding fuel to the flames, implying that Aluan made a lot of mistakes, giving up the position of crown prince to Agan..."

The secret and ugly royal privacy, narrated by King Liang, actually brought a gentle and helpless atmosphere. Li Ci listened quietly, wondering what kind of person Emperor Wen was.

"...Compared to the world, he cares more about his relatives; than his children, he is more partial to his brothers... He is so gentle that I feel shameful, but because he is always so kind, our selfishness becomes more and more Crazy... I was the one who encouraged Lao Qi through Ayu to go hunting. I was tired of brother and brother Gong's harmony mask, and I went crazy and wanted to know what would be on the third brother's face when he was killed by his beloved brother Expression...but Lao Qi only wanted to win Ayu's favor. He innocently thought that as long as he became the emperor, he could use imperial power to be with Ayu. He was a spoiled child, always so innocent and willful, until the last moment Only then did I realize that I was plotted against by me and Ayu!"

The once thrilling, in Liang Wang's mouth, turned into a drowsy and straightforward narrative. Li Ci listened to these past events, but there was no joy or resentment in his heart.

She only noticed the danger of the black pieces on the chessboard forming angles to pinch the white pieces, holding the pieces with her hands, hesitating.

On the opposite side, King Liang continued to narrate indifferently.

"Lao Qi is an idiot. He never really grew up. I am a little bit more advanced than him. I have grown up, and I know what I want, and I also know what price I have to pay to get these things. But I can't kill my past self heartlessly. There is always a 15-year-old self in my heart. At that time, I was still very young. Under the peach blossom tree in early spring, I met a girl who made my heart beat for the first time. I... know that those who achieve great things must be decisive and cruel. However... as long as she is still there, even if she is no longer the girl she was back then, I... hope that the me in her memory will always be that bright-eyed boy..."

Speaking of this, he laughed at himself: "In order to maintain the beauty of this first love, I missed countless opportunities. But because of this, I became the only one among Emperor Xuan's sons who has lived until now and has access to power."

Another blow, the crisp sound, drove Baizi to the end of the mountain.

Li Ci raised his head and said, "Do you really want to force me to death on the chessboard?"

"I'm just telling you through the chessboard how critical your current situation is."

Speaking softly, King Liang put the chess pieces in his palm back into the chess box, held his sleeves, and pointed out the black pieces step by step according to the order of the moves.

"The Queen Mother has an appointment with Ye Nan, Ye Lihua will be staying in the palace next month..."

"Dan Baiqiu pays homage to the King of Wei, and the conversation is very pleasant..."

"Marquis Pei submits a memorial, implore Ye Yun to be made a hereditary duke, and eat three thousand households..."

"Cui Jijiu is preparing to leave customs..."

"Lu Siqing feasted with envoys from 36 countries in the Western Regions all night long..."

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"There are rumors in the streets and alleys, saying that Ye's parents and sons are originally heavenly beings. If they can't return to their thrones in time, they will anger God's will..."

63 words, 63 sentences, one sentence for one sentence, one sentence for one sentence, the son pierces the heart, and the sentence weeps blood.

"you mean--"

"Heaven can't bear it, but people can't help it."

The seemingly inexplicable sentence fell into Li Ci's heart and turned into ice cold.

She lowered her head and looked at the chessboard seriously again: the black pieces surrounded the white pieces to the point of life and death, and there was only one way to get back to the situation.

Abandoned son.

Abandon the white piece that represents Ye Yun.

Is it a situation where you are reluctant to give up your son and end up losing everything, or is it a temporary retreat, sacrifice...in exchange for breathing room, and then make a comeback?

Li Ci's hand was fixed in the air, unable to drop it for a long time.

The throat is slightly sweet.

In one round of hands-on conversation, I had the urge to vomit three liters of blood.

In the end, she put the chess piece in her palm back on the board, looked at the increasingly ambiguous face under the swaying pearl light, and said, "Is there no other way out?"

"Yes, but you can't do it right now."

Yingying laughing words spit out from thin lips, turning into ice blades and cutting on the already scarred heart.

"...I...I can't do it..."

"Then you can only die! Even if you are not recognized, you are still Xiao Shi's blood. Your failure means Xiao Shi's failure... You don't need to care, of course I don't care, but you will be targeted by Xiao Shi because of this, From now on..."

"You mean, it's only natural for me to seek benefits for the Xiao family, but once I hurt the interests of the Xiao family, it's a heinous crime?"

"Yeah, what an unfair deal, but—if it wasn't for your Xiao family blood, how could you get where you are today? You have to gain and you have to lose, Ye Yun, that is the price you have to pay to reach the pinnacle of power !"

Every word, cold to the bone.

Li Ci was silent for a long time, then reached into the chess box again with trembling fingers, but couldn't hold the chess pieces.

She raised her head in distress, looked at King Liang, and said, "You are a smart person, you should know how I will retaliate once I successfully break through?! Even so, will you force me to abandon my son?"

"I said, I loved you. You are my unfinished self. It would be nice if I could end the injustice of these years through your hands!"

"You don't care if you lose your reputation?"

"After shrinking for most of my life, it's time to be young and frivolous again!"

Liang Wang said sarcastically, waving his sleeves, disrupting the chess game that was entering a dead game, and sighed: "After you kill me, remember to scatter my ashes on the road, so that I will die without a place to be buried, and thousands of people will trample on me." !"

"you--"

Li Ci hesitated, she never knew that under Liang Wang's gentle and elegant face, there was also a crazy heart that was close to madness.

Perhaps, the blood of the Xiao family is inherently sinful and insane.

Su Zhi picks up the brocade, and sees the north wind outside the car raging, snowflakes flying wildly, hitting the car body with ping-pong sounds, the howling whimpering is the cry of a child.

(End of this chapter)