Chapter 541 Second uncle will definitely smash his corpse into ten thousand pieces
"Second uncle!"
"Second uncle!"
"Uncle Jun!"
Jun Xian clenched his fists, veins popped out on his face, and his eyes flashed with frightening eyes, as if he was trying his best to endure something.
The sister who was held in the palm of the family could not escape the double physical and mental torture even in death.
On weekdays, she would feel pain even if her finger was pricked by a needle while doing embroidery, but her beloved ordered her to have her caesarean section and die.
When he thought of this, Jun Xian wanted to rush into the palace immediately and cut the saint into pieces with a thousand swords.
But the palace is strictly forbidden, and a reckless man's bravery will only harm others and himself.
Huge pain and hatred overwhelmed Jun Xian.
Junze was the closest to him, taking the handkerchief from Lan Lan's hand and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
But as soon as he met Jun Xian, he was waved away by Jun Xian.
The force was so strong that Junze, who was unprepared, fell onto a stool nearby.
The fifth prince stepped forward and hugged Junxian, crying bitterly in his arms.
The sixteen-year-old boy is already sensible, but he is still a child in front of his relatives and elders.
Junze held the handkerchief and felt that there was an opaque barrier that separated the distance between them.
Jun Xian hugged the fifth prince tightly and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The fifth prince burst into tears.
Because life has not yet reached a desperate situation.
How should he say that his father killed his mother?
What's more, speaking out means that he will definitely embark on the path of regicide and patricide.
He lost his mother when he was born, and no matter how resentful he was, he still had some hidden expectations for his father in his subconscious.
I hope that none of this is true, I hope that someone is sowing discord, and I hope that my father will be kinder to him.
In the face of evidence, two points of suspicion were deliberately amplified into five points.
In the palace, he was well-dressed and well-fed, and he enjoyed endless loneliness. Fortunately, De Rong allowed him to live in silence.
Until Derong, who was most important to him, died in front of him.
Those pitiful expectations finally disappeared.
He went completely crazy and thought about how to kill that person all the time.
But being imprisoned in the Fifth Prince's Mansion with no way out, how could he avenge his mother, avenge Derong, and avenge himself?
The fifth prince's tears soaked Jun Xian's clothes, and he sobbed:
"Second uncle, kill him for me, kill him!"
Jun Xian said bitterly: "Second uncle will definitely cut him into pieces!"
Junze opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Thinking of how he treated the fifth prince, even his words of comfort at this moment seemed so pointless.
His life was going so smoothly.
He was born into a distinguished family, his parents were loving, he was extremely talented, and he learned everything quickly.
The only thing to worry about is finding balance in the court.
He may have thought that His Majesty's love for his aunt was not as deep as he showed, but he never thought that His Majesty was the culprit who killed his aunt.
Killing people can only be done with a nod of the head.
But the Holy Father asked my aunt to endure the pain of caesarean section to take out her child.
How desperate must my aunt be at that time?
She saw everything with her eyes and saw the sharp knife getting closer, but she was unable to resist.
She desperately called for help, but everyone told her that only one of the mother and child could survive.
Even though she was a queen, even though she wanted to live, the doctors had received orders from the Holy One and turned a blind eye to her pain.
She knew full well that her beloved husband wanted to kill her, but she could only watch her husband act.
Junze felt that all the strength in his body had been drained away.
The image of his aunt appeared before his eyes.
"Xiao Junze, the candied haws must be washed before you can eat it."
"Xiao Ze'er, you're so old and you still cry. It's so embarrassing."
"Oh my, my brother, if I ruin your little wooden boat, I'll ask my brother to compensate you for something better."
"Ze Ze, look at my aunt's belly being round."
"You didn't eat too much, you little thing! Why are you so mouthy! I want my brother to spank you."
"Auntie has a little baby living in her belly. Can you play with it after the baby is born?"
He could feel that his aunt was not happy as a queen. Whenever an outsider approached, she would restrain all her playfulness, straighten her back, and become a dignified and generous queen.
In other words, it has become a marionette that has lost its emotions, a noble and luxurious symbol.
The same was true in front of the Holy One. The couple spoke distantly and politely.
But I heard from others that before the Holy Father ascended the throne, the relationship between the husband and wife was like honey mixed with oil, and they were very loving.
What went wrong?
Is it because there are too many concubines in the harem, and the flowers are becoming more and more charming, and no one can pamper her forever?
Or is it that the Holy One likes the new and dislikes the old, and has no intention of taking care of my aunt's emotions?
But when such an unhappy aunt faced the Jun family, she tried her best to show her happiness.
I don’t know if I am deceiving the Jun family or myself.
What kind of feelings does the Holy One have towards his aunt?
Why did you do this to your aunt?
Junze understood the answer, but he felt that people's hearts were ugly and he couldn't look directly at them.
The fifth prince held Jun Xian and cried for a long time, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances he had suffered for so many years.
After taking Junxian and Lanlan back to Nanning Street.
Jun Xian said without any scruples: "Junze, I want to kill him."
Junze had already guessed this result and said in a deep voice: "Second uncle, now is not the time."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Xian punched Jun Ze in the face, knocking him to the ground.
Jun Xian's punch was very powerful. Jun Ze leaned over and spat out a mouthful of blood, and then a knife was placed across Jun Ze's face.
Jun Xian said: "Junze, you have the blood of two families flowing in your body, but the Jing family and I will fight to the death. Between me and your uncle, you can only choose one."
Junze stood up from the ground, held Duanfang at his waist, and regardless of Jun Xian's status as an elder, he drew his sword and faced Jun Xian.
The uncle and nephew started fighting in the courtyard, and Lan Lan was horrified to see it.
Jun Xian asked her to go back to the house. Lan Lan knew that they would not kill her, so she quickly hid in her house.
One is young and energetic, the other is furious.
The two of them have been practicing Kung Fu passed down from generation to generation in the Jun family since they were in elementary school. When they see each other, they don't give in to each other.
They fought so hard that everything they came into contact with was affected, and the whole courtyard was in a mess.
The leaves of the gardenia are shaking off one after another.
Both of them were decorated.
In the end, the two swords connected and created countless sparks.
Jun Xian's hatred was overwhelming, and now he saw Jun Ze's reaction, every move was fierce.
Junze knew that Junxian needed an outlet now, so he did not use all his strength and gradually lost ground.
In the end, Jun Xian was pressed against the wall, and Jun Xian's knife was only an inch away from his neck.
Jun Xian gritted his teeth and said: "Little bastard, you are so good that even I dare to hit you. What, are you trying to stop me for your bastard uncle? Half of the Jing family's blood is flowing in your body, and I have completely forgotten your last name.
Is it done?"
Junze let out a long sigh, looked directly into Junxian's eyes, and said, "Second uncle, I have no intention of stopping you, but now is not the time."