He remembered that after Liang Wenqiu had an accident, Xiaojiu turned his back to him and asked in a voice without any emotion: "Fourth brother, do you think, am I born to suffer in this life?"

"Is it true that as long as it is what I like and what I care about, I cannot get good results, and I cannot get good ends?"

Two years later, Xiao Jiu was eight years old and was on the mission to the foreign country on behalf of his second brother. Three years later, Xiao Jiu returned to the Great Zhou Dynasty. It seemed that everything was normal on the outside, but...

After the end of the Kowloon battle for the throne, Xiaojiu spoke hoarsely on the eve of the throne ceremony.

"This world is full of malicious intentions, killing, wounded, sick and disabled, and I have no way to survive. If I am the only one left in this world, then what is the point of what I have done? What's the use of this throne and this country?"

"The prince's brother is crazy, the second brother is disabled, the third brother is killed in battle, the fourth brother... I can't forget it. Since I was a child, what will happen if I treat me well and those I care about in the end? Is it my fault? Is it my fault?"

Zhou Yun thought at the time that Xiaojiu was probably crazy.

Concubine Rong held her hand and stabbed the palace maid who grew up to death to take care of her, and a seed had already been planted.

Black Cat, Liang Wenqin, the "Young Master" who once amazed the countries...

These things made the seed break out of the cocoon.

She held the last glimmer of hope she could hold, shaking, but she tried her best to protect some people and protect some people, but she still lost.

The Nine Dragons fought for the throne, and there were countless bones.

A game between gods and immortals has to be written with the lives of mortals.

Even the so-called nobles are as light as dust in front of those noble characters.

In the end, she almost lost everything.

Zhou Yun took the letter away, and he looked into the direction of the imperial city, coughed lightly, and some almost purple-black blood spilled out of his lips, which was a problem left by that year.

He wiped off the blood from his lips with a calm expression, and immediately ordered: "Let's go, come to Beijing as soon as possible, Xiaojiu needs me."

"But you, Prince..."

If you don’t raise your body, you may not be able to hold on.

However, the fourth prince just glanced lightly, and the servant suddenly fell silent, thinking with red eyes.

Why did you forget, what is life and death in your personal life and death?

In the minds of those princes in the past, their own lives were never fate.

Your Highness Ninth is their treasure, their lives, and the basis for their survival!

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Zhou Yanqing is not unhappy, not afraid, nor is he not weak.

She was in a mess, and she just didn't know who to cry, so she was always strong and calm to the outside world.

However, King Wenyuan entered the palace and seemed to pry a big horn in her heart. This may be because, in her heart, King Wenyuan was something she could trust.

She didn't want to cry at first, but when the emperor's hand gently rubbed her head, her eyes became redder and redder. She couldn't help sobbing, couldn't help panic, and even more worried about Liang Wensheng and her own deep anxiety.

She cried until she fainted in a listless state.

King Wenyuan carried her onto the dragon bed, covered her with a quilt, looked at her swollen eyelids, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Why haven't the fourth brother come yet?"

He was really afraid that Xiao Qing'er would cry. From a long time ago, he, the emperor's uncle, had no choice but to pretend to be strong.

King Wenyuan was guarding the dragon's bed, and even if Zhou Yanqing fell asleep, he couldn't sleep soundly.

She had a dream again.

Perhaps because of the recent mental fluctuations, her dreams have become more coherent this time, starting from being born and surrounded by amniotic fluid...
Chapter completed!