Yun Changrong was imprisoned on the stone bench, holding the necklace in his hand, and his numb face gradually showed a look of fear.
He felt his head getting heavier and heavier, as if there was a god hanging over it, staring at his every move with sharp and penetrating eyes.
His sinful thoughts hidden deep in his heart were seen through by these eyes.
At this moment, he seemed to have a layer of skin peeled off alive, which was painful, shameful, and even more helpless.
"Father, you must believe me. This man is a liar, and he is trying to divide the relationship between our father and son. You raised me with your own hands. Don't you know what kind of person I am? How could I have those rebellious people? Thoughts?" Yun Changrong said in a choked voice.
He turned his head and looked at his adoptive father with red eyes, with deep sadness and undisguised admiration on his face. Whenever he made a mistake, as long as he showed this expression, his adoptive father would definitely soften his heart.
King Qi stared at him inexplicably, shook his head and said, "I really don't know what kind of person you are."
He walked out from behind Yun Changrong, walked to Zhuang Li, stood still, looked down at the opposite side, and said slowly, "Since the gods are here, let's ask the gods."
Yun Changrong had long believed in this psychic game. Hearing this sentence, a sad expression immediately solidified on his face.
King Qi stared at his adopted son's flickering eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "In your heart, my life is completely incomparable to the throne, right? For the throne, you can kill me without hesitation?"
Under hypnosis, Yun Changrong couldn't throw away the silver necklace at all, so he could only watch the necklace pendant point to "Yes".
He shouted again and again: "No, it's not like this! All this is fake! Father, it's this charlatan who is framing me! You must check his details."
But he was very clear in his heart that the answer given by the gods was correct, and that was what he thought. The gods could really spy into his heart and expose his most filthy thoughts in broad daylight.
It is because of this realization that he has never been able to break free from the hypnotic state. The person who controlled him was no longer Zhuang Li, but the "god" suspended above his head, his own fear.
King Qi completely ignored his adopted son's defense and continued to ask, "I raised you, but you don't have the slightest gratitude to me, do you?"
"No, my son is grateful to you! My son has always regarded you as his biological father!" Yun Changrong shouted impatiently, but the necklace pointed to "Yes" after shaking violently.
King Qi closed his eyes and seemed unwilling to face this reality. Zhuang Li immediately held his cold fingertips and offered silent comfort.
King Qi held the little gentleman's hand instead, and asked in a hoarse voice, "You hate me, don't you?"
Yun Changrong shook his head frantically in denial: "No, no, my son doesn't hate you at all. Father, how could I hate you?"
Unfortunately, however, the necklace he was pinching at his fingertips pointed to "yes" again.
The small pavilion became deadly silent in an instant, and even Yun Changrong's rapid breathing ceased. He stared blankly at the Ouija board, and the urgent struggle on his face slowly turned into a stunned resignation.
The insight of the gods plunged him into despair.
King Qi, who had been standing all the time, finally sat down. He looked at his adopted son calmly, and asked, "Why do you hate me? I ask myself that there is nothing wrong with you. Is it because your father died to save me?"
Yun Changrong didn't dare to say a word. The more vehemently he denied it, and after the gods gave the opposite answer, the king would only despise his despicableness. He finally understood that in his father's eyes, he who struggled in vain was just a clown, and no amount of father-son relationship would be wiped out by these ugly truths.
This time, the necklace pendant pointed to "No" for the first time.
King Qi raised his eyebrows, as if feeling a little surprised. He thought that the adopted son must hate himself for the death of his biological father.
As an outsider, Zhuang Li saw it better than him, and sneered: "He hates you not because of his parents, but because of your non-competition. If you fight for the throne with all your strength from the beginning, he will be the crown prince now. He hates you for being incompetent, also hates you for blocking his way, and even more hates you for holding his biggest leverage. Since you don't fight, then he will get rid of you and fight for himself. Only when you are dead can the power of the Qi Palace be strong. will work for him."
Every time Zhuang Li said a word, Yun Changrong's face turned pale.
His mind was completely guessed by Zhuang Li.
Zhuang Li looked at Yun Changrong's empty head and asked, "God, am I right?"
Yun Changrong looked at the small silver arrow in horror, but found out in despair that it really pointed to "yes".
So far, Yun Changrong's most filthy thoughts have been excavated by Zhuang Li.
At this point, it is impossible for King Qi to keep the slightest warmth towards this adopted son. He said with extreme indifference: "If the reason you hate me is because you are a biological father, I can still look at you highly. Now... "
He shook his head and didn't finish his sentence, but the disgust in his heart was clearly written on his face.
"Now you think it's better to have a dog than to have him, right?" Zhuang Lizui said venomously. He likes to stick a knife in the hearts of others.
Yun Changrong stared at Zhuang Li with red eyes, and then looked at his adoptive father anxiously.
The human heart is really contradictory. He hates his adoptive father and desperately longs for the approval and affirmation of his adoptive father. He wanted to kill this person, but he hoped that he would always be a filial, honest, and capable good son in the other person's heart. He no longer understands what he really wants.
King Qi glanced helplessly at Mr. Xiao, and nodded slowly: "Yes, I regret it. If I knew this, I would not have adopted you in the first place."
Yun Changrong stared blankly at his father, and waves of hatred surged in his heart, but after the waves passed, what was left was a bubble of regret.
Only then did he vaguely realize that he was about to lose something.
The King of Qi said indifferently: "Go ahead and announce that the prince of the prince of Qi has died suddenly at this moment. This prince will personally send the coffin of the prince to Beijing for burial. Prepare the carriage and set off immediately."
The commander of the guards answered the promise loudly, but stood still, looking at Yun Changrong only with mournful eyes.
King Qi took the little gentleman's hand and stood up, walked out of the pavilion without looking back, his tone was calm and cool: "Take off his golden crown, strip off his fine clothes, take off his expensive ornaments, and give him a Put on coarse clothes and drive him out of the other courtyard. Tomorrow, the king of Japan will enter the palace and cross his name off the jade plate. There has never been a prince in the Qi palace, do you understand?"
"Understood!" The guards agreed in unison.
King Qi's incomparably cold voice gradually dissipated in the wind: "I can give you everything, and naturally I can take everything back."
Hearing this sentence, Yun Changrong seemed to have had his bones removed from his body, and suddenly collapsed on the stone table, and the necklace wrapped around his fingertips finally fell with a clang.
He finally understood that he would not lose anything, he would only lose everything! Without the gift of King Qi, he is nothing. Those glory, wealth, and monstrous power never belonged to him.
The commander of the guards strode into the pavilion, ripped off Yun Changrong's golden crown and ornaments in two or three times, put his hands on the table, and said with a sneer, "Remember, your father's surname is Gong but Yun, and from now on From now on you will be called Gong Changrong, you have never been a royal family!"
Another guard walked into the pavilion, taunting Yun Changrong's costume while picking up Yun Changrong's costume: "Evergreen Changrong, the lord wanted you to be honored all your life. It's all because of the lord that you have today, but in turn, you have to put the lord in Damn, you don't even deserve the name 'Evergreen'!"
Yun Changrong was aroused by these words with shame and anger in his heart, and wanted to fight back, but the bones of his hands were removed by the guard commander.
The severe pain made him scream miserably, but his adoptive father, who would care about him, love him, and even give him everything, did not show up at all.
Yun Changrong desperately turned his head to look around, but did not find the figure who had gone and returned, nor did he wait for the other party's message of forgiveness, and the last glimmer of hope in his eyes slowly dissipated.
A group of guards ripped Yun Changrong clean, put on the sackcloth of the common people, and threw the person out of the courtyard without his hand bones being connected.
The guards that Yun Changrong brought have been isolated in another courtyard from beginning to end, completely unaware of what happened. In the evening, when it was almost dark, they received the news of the sudden death of the prince, and then escorted a coffin, bypassing Luoxia Village at the foot of the mountain, and quietly returned to the capital along another official road.
In the rickety carriage, King Qi rested his head on Mr. Little's lap, caressed his chest with one hand, and covered his eyes with the other, as if he was in a bad mood.
Zhuang Li bent down and kissed his thin lips, and patiently coaxed: "It's not worth being sad for such a person. Your task now is to take care of your body."
King Qi still covered his eyes and did not speak.
Zhuang Li held his face, kissed his thin lips closely, and whispered softly, "Stop thinking about it, everything is over. What you owe him has long been repaid, it is he who is not satisfied."
King Qi pursed his thin lips and said nothing.
Zhuang Li racked his brains thinking about comforting words, but saw that his lover's ears had turned red to blood at some point. This was a heartbroken reaction, and he was clearly taking advantage.
Zhuang Li laughed in anger, and immediately pulled away his lover's hand covering his face, only to see him squinting and smiling, as if he couldn't enjoy it.
"Wow, the stupid big guy has a brain!" Zhuang Li grabbed his lover's ear.
After King Qi was pierced, he quickly got up, hugged the little gentleman in his arms, kissed and coaxed him, and took the initiative to put the other ear into the little gentleman's hand, and whispered in a pleasing voice: "You screw it, you screw it hard! In the future, I will I listen to you all, I'm just raking my ears, okay?"
Zhuang Li pinched his ears, but was reluctant to exert force, and finally laughed helplessly.
The two hugged each other, exchanged a kiss that was almost suffocating, and spent what should have been the most difficult and painful day in each other's comfort.
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At the same time, a group of robbers lit the cigarette and stunned the eldest Zhuang family. They found hundreds of taels of silver from the wardrobe, the bottom of the bed, the beams, etc., wrapped them in a jacket and skirt of Zhuang Tianer, and carried them on their shoulders. , hurriedly disappeared into the night.