For a moment, the hall was as silent as death, only those high lighted twin dragon candles were still blazing, reflecting everyone's face. Murong Lian slowly walked out of the shadow, stepped into the palace, and stood in the center of the sea of vision.
A face lifted, and white peach blossom eyes looked at the man on the throne coldly.
"Yes, sir."
"..." The man on the throne did not look at him, but looked at the elder of
Shennongtai with a kind of almost horrible eyes, and then turned to meet Murong Lian's eyes.
It was like a face facing the abyss, but still reluctantly spread a layer of warmth, a little concerned, laughing, "Wangshu Jun's body is in danger, how can he still come to the banquet?"
Murong Lian said, "It's very good to trust your blessing."
Then he said to the people, "Put down the medicine in your hands. It's not an antidote, it's a poison."
Everyone was horrified. "What!?"
"..." The emperor was silent for a moment. His eyes were dark. Then he raised your chin slightly, and motioned to the Shennongtai elder to help Murong Lian. "Clder Chen, Wangshu Jun always talks nonsense these days. You, the chief medical officer, don't know how to look him carefully. Why don't you take him down to rest?"
"Ah..." Elder Chen was stupefied for a moment, and hurriedly went down. "Yes, Wangshu Jun, you are all suffering from conjecture. Go to the inner room with the old minister for a short rest."
After saying that, Chen wanted to pull Murong Lian's sleeve, but Murong Lian looked at him coldly and said, "Old baby, what did you mix in the medicine you gave me these days? You know it clearly in your heart. Get out of here before my temper comes up. Otherwise I'll let you know what pain is."
Chen Changlao was sweating all over his head. He was trained by Murong Lian to shrink his neck.
The emperor's face gradually turned blue, but still calm, he squeezed a smile. "Murong Lian, I see you are sick and dizzy."
Murong Lian didn't say a word. He was born to be the most similar to the king in all the neighboring villages. At the moment, when he was standing in front of his highness, his face close to the emperor was completely disrespectful and indifferent to the throne.
This made the emperor have a thrill. A long time ago, the prophecy about "purple micro-star disorder, brothers and sisters fighting with each other" suddenly rose to his heart - only Murong Lian was collateral, not the main clan, how could it be him? How could it be him?
The emperor tightened his hand on the armchair a little bit, and the root of the veins was protruding.
But he also grinned and said, "It's strange that you are so lonely that you haven't been cured. You let yourself lose your wits and run to the Jinluan palace to make a fool of yourself."
"What do you say?" Murong Lian asked lightly. "You go up these days, but let Elder Chen look after me day and night. Neither shall I die at once, so as not to arouse suspicion, nor to restore my health, for I know too much."
The emperor sneered and said, "You took living like a dream, and you're drunk. You can't tell yourself apart from your dream…"
He repeatedly insisted to Murong Lian that he had "caused conjecture and nonsense." At first, people were afraid and disbelieved, but now when it came to floating like a dream, some the people's faces were relaxed——
Everyone knew that people would have hallucinations when they smoked too much. Murong Lian had never been away from his pipe in recent years. He was really very ill. Look at Murong Lian's appearance at the moment, he was dressed casually without care. He was really crazy.
But these people did not include Mo Xi.
Mo Xi knew too clearly from Murong Lian's appearance when he was going to do something. Even if his appearance was not correct, his eyes were cold, like a vulture hovering over the blue sky. Not to mention he knew what kind of person JunShang was now, and what kind of discomfort Jiang Fuli gave him…
Murong Lian was not mad, but the emperor wanted to beat him into a madman.
Because what a madman said, of course, was untrustworthy.
At this time, his sleeve was suddenly gently pulled, and Mo Xi lifted head. Seeing that Gu Mang was looking at Murong Lian, he asked, "What's the matter?"
"..." Gu Mang couldn't answer. He looked blank and stupid.
After a while, he said, "I know him well… I was locked up before. They said I killed a man. Is that him?"
Mo Xi patted his hand and said, "You didn't do that."
Gu Mang did not say anything again. His blue eyes stared at Murong Lian without blinking. Suddenly he said again, "Yield to him."
"What?"
Gu Mang seemed to be stupefied by his own reaction, but he still obeyed his instinct. "I remember that I wanted to yield to him, and I can't hate him."
"..."
"But I don't remember who he is," he said.
Murong Lian was murmuring. Suddenly, Murong Lian turned to his side, looked over other people, and landed on Gu Mang's face. Considering Gu Mang's mental state at the moment, it was hard for him to say what kind of eyes Murong Lian had - fidgety, competing, identifying, and relieved… It seemed that these emotions went through one by one, but at last they were mixed together.
Gu Mang opened his eyes and looked at him in some confusion, but there was a slight pain in his brain. He seemed to flash across Murong Lian's bloody face on the riverbank under the moon at night, reaching out to push and urge him, "Run! You can't tell if you don't run!"
Gu Mang could not help murmuring and raised his hand to the pain in his forehead.
"You wretch! You think you deserve to touch my dad's stuff? Take it off!"
"Put on this ring, you will always be Murong Lian's running dog."
As a child and as a teenager, those sharp voices full of malice, thorns, and doubts hurt his head, but at last they all became the gentle voice of a woman…
"Ah Mang, they have a living relationship with you. Aunt Lin can't explain many things clearly, but… Don't hate them too much, will you?"
And Murong Lian's husky urging when he was assassinated.
"Run away..."
Gu Mang couldn't help but frown, bite down his teeth. In his eyes was confusion. Aware of his dissimilarity, Mo Xi immediately asked, "What's the matter with you?"
"I..." Gu Mang murmured. "I don't know." He raised his eyes and looked at
Murong Lian again. This time, he and Murong Lian looked at each other. Murong Lian's eyes dodged for a while, but then he turned back and stared at him as if he was not convinced. At last, they softened a little bit and became calm.
Gu Mang suddenly whispered, "I believe him. He is not a madman."
It was too far away. Murong Lian didn't hear Gu Mang's words, but he seemed to have fixed some idea in his heart in the eyes of Gu Mang.
Once again, he turned his head and looked up at him, his voice rising.
"I, Murong Lian, used to only want to protect my family from death. For this reason, I come from a corner full of bias. I am arrogant and domineering for the sake of the emperor not to doubt me. For more than thirty years, there has never been more than half of what I can be proud of. But I have a brother who has not forgotten what he should do when I stepped into the mire. He can still defend the people of Chonghua when he is splashed with dirty water."
"I worried that he coveted my position and when pulled out my family, he was not planning for himself. I thought I was fucking being compared with him." Murong Lian raised his peach blossom's eyes and said clearly, "I'm not happy." "When did Murong Lian lose? I fight with Xihe Jun, Changle Jun, heaven and earth, and life -- I finally lose to such a humble boy?" With a sneer, Murong Lian did not laugh at Gu Mang any more. Murong Lian raised his pipe and took a hard smoke. In the thin smoke he exhaled, he said quietly, "I don't agree."
"Murong Lian, you should have finished talking nonsense!" said the emperor, squinting his eagle eyes.
"Murong Chen."
These three words filled the entire hall.
The emperor's face was also cold and white.
This name hasn't appeared in the golden palace for a long time, but who didn't know that was the name of JunShang?!
If one called his name directly in front of the palace, they should be punished!
"Murong Chen." Murong Lian repeated it again slowly, making the sounds of these three words very clear. He sneered and said, "Listen to me. Everyone used to say that Murong Lian was a dandy. I changed my temper today. Today I want to be a hero."
"You are far from a hero!"
Murong Lian had the appearance of owing a debt. "Come on, come on. You are very close to the word shameless."
"Murong Lian, are you tired of living and want to die?" he said one word at a time.
Murong Lian sneered and said, "Honey, I have been killed once by your people."
Turning to the court, he said, "You know, the pill in your hand is not an exorcism prescription at all, but a guide to people's hearts."
Everyone was shocked.
"... What?! "
"A guide to the heart?"
The bridge of the emperor's nose wrinkled. His face the color of a tiger and wolf color, he said in a gloomy way, "That is absurd! Nonsense! Everyone knows that Jiang Fuli's medical skill is at its peak and he is free and uninhibited. Murong Lian, even if you have the heart to slander me, you can also make up something not so outrageous!" Then he turned his eyes. "Pharmacist Jiang, Wangshu Jun said that you're helping me, but I am curious. Where in the world can there be any way to influence others easily?"
Jiang Fuli said, "The most effective, only the eight petaled hateful flowers or Zhenlong chess. But it's not easy. The former needs the spirit of the demon family to be cultivated, and it is very difficult to blossom. The latter is one of the three forbidden operations in ancient times." Then he glanced at Murong Lian coldly.
"Wangshu Jun, you really look up to Jiang."
"Do you hear me? Murong Lian, you can't say that this is one of the two, can you? What's more, no matter how bitter they are, or how precious they are, the way of casting them would never be to make people take medicine." After a pause, he glanced at all the officials. "But if anyone is afraid and believes Murong Lian, you can return the pill to Pharmacist Jiang and find a way to resist the evil spirit!"
As the emperor said, how were those old ministers willing to live and die?
They hesitated for a moment, then there was humanity. "Murong Lian, are you crazy? Why do you have to spend a lot of time to control the hearts of thousands of people? I think you are the one who wants to influence people's hearts!"
Murong Lian said with a sneer, "Why do you need to control people's hearts? Did you just say that?" He repeat what the emperor said before——
"You should always be as neat and uniform as you are now. If you follow the emperor's advice, you will have a bright future if you unify Jiuzhou with Chonghua and promote the whole country."
"Here..."
All the ministers were silent when they heard the words. Someone peeped into the emperor's face.
Murong Lian narrowed his eyes and said with a kind of almost deliberate pity, "Murong Chen, it's ok. I really understand you. You say you have come all the way. When the prince was stabbed in the back all day long, he wanted to change your throne before he died. It's not easy to ascend to the throne. Whether it's the old man or the skirt belt, you have a different counting of ideas. You seem to be high, but you're like a bird trapped in a cage. You can't fly out and spread your fists and feet no matter how strong your wings are. How can you be reconciled?"
"You dream of a group of honest ministers. You'd better have no opinion at all. If you say east, they'll go east. If you mean west, they'll go west. You'd rather raise a group of bamboo warriors than a group of chirping civilian generals. I hope you don't forget that."
In the side face of the ministers, the emperor was silent for a moment and caressed his hands expressionless. "Murong Lian, you can really make things up. You're still crazy. "
Murong Lian sneered, "I don't dare to be. I just want to live under you. I guess your mind caters to you day and night. I know you better than others."
The emperor nodded sarcastically. "Ok. Even if you are right, even if I really want to turn all the important ministers present into fools, so what is it am I using? Is it eight-petaled bitter flowers or Zhenlong chess pieces? If you master any of these magic skills, you don't have to worry about sending any exorcism medicine. It's better to plant the flowers and chess pieces directly."
Murong Lian said, "The key is that you can't. You can't use the hate flowers for a long time, and you can't master Zhenlong chess pieces. So you have studied many black magic spells in the past few years, hungrily, in order to refine a control method derived from these two spells. The utility will not be so strong and the loss will not be so great."
"Of course, there is no such easy thing in the world. Your trial, practicing or refining, has always been a little short of fire. After so many years of testing, there is no way to be satisfied. Only when Xihe Jun took the blood demon beast for you, could you finally refine the elixir that can make the user completely obey your orders. Until then, you had no way to get the people under control to what you expected."
The emperor sat on the high seat, hands folded, chin slightly raised. "It's a very moving story. But the evidence?"
Murong Lian didn't speak. He slowly raised his pipe in his hand, took a smoke and spat out one word at a time: "Murong Chen. Do you think I didn't know that Jiang Yexue was your counselor?"
"Even if it is, what about it?"
"Murong Chuyi was controlled by Jiang Yexue. Only Zhenxin grass could ease it. And the life like a dream that I smoke, the tobacco in it is also cut with Zhenxin grass."
Murong Lian said lightly, "Murong Chen, three years ago, you put heart control powder in my wine and tried to confuse my mind. You think it's your citation that's totally invalid, but it's not. The medicine you refined at that time, though not perfect, has already worked. It's that I've been keeping my mind clear by smoking life like a dream."
Spitting out the last thin smoke, he sneered said, "Did you think I never looked into the despicable things you have done to me?"