The little emperor grew up very fast, and he lived in humiliation and humiliation at the feet of Mu Yanjun.
Under this kind of humiliation, step by step, he started to fight for power and profit, and now he can finally take his sword and take revenge.
Mu Yanjun's face was calm, and he gently smoothed a strand of Bai Weiwei's wind-disturbed hair behind his ear.
His expression was indescribably gentle, and then he looked up at the little emperor.
"Come back? She's mine from beginning to end, so why should you tell me?"
The little emperor's eyes were red with anger, and he said word by word: "My mother is already dead, the dead is the biggest one, how can you, how can you hold onto her body and not let her go? "
No one in the palace knew that Mu Yanjun lived and slept with his mother.
He sees a lot of private things, how can he not know the dirty thoughts of this eunuch towards his mother.
"You keep saying that you love my mother, but what you do is to humiliate her. How can you say that you love her?"
When the little emperor said this, he almost broke down in tears. He hated that he didn't have the strength to protect Bai Weiwei, and that he grew up so slowly that Bai Weiwei couldn't be buried in a glorious way even if she died.
Mu Yanjun looked at the little emperor with gloomy eyes, and suddenly smiled, "I did it on purpose, I heard that as long as a person's body is kept and not buried, her soul can only be imprisoned next to the body."
The little emperor suddenly remembered that this thief had once invited an eminent monk from the temple to enter the palace.
Sure enough, I heard Mu Yanjun say with a smile: "I hired a high-ranking monk and cast a spell to lock the soul. If a person really has a soul after death, she can't escape from me, she can only stay by my side day and night."
The little emperor trembled all over, his eyes were bloodshot with anger, and he shouted angrily: "Mr. Muyan, is that how you love someone like this? You are simply a lunatic."
The smile at the corner of Mu Yanjun's mouth widened, and finally twisted crazily, "I've been a lunatic for a long time. Even if I die, she won't want to get rid of me. I want her to be entangled with me all her life."
The little emperor waved his hand, "Go in for me and catch him."
If Mu Yanjun was not slashed by a thousand swords, he was not relieved.
However, before everyone could move, suddenly the flames burst into flames, the palace had already been poured with oil, a little fire and the wind, suddenly the flames were soaring to the sky.
Everyone had to back away in order to avoid the fire.
When the little emperor saw Mu Yanjun standing in the fire, holding Bai Weiwei, he couldn't help rushing into the fire on a whim.
The people behind him immediately hugged him, "Your Majesty, you can't go in, this fire can't be put out, how can you die if you go in?"
The little emperor didn't care, and shouted at Mu Yanjun, "Mu Yanjun, you release her, you release her for me."
This kind of fire burns, and it will not go out unless it burns everything.
Mu Yanjun hugged Bai Weiwei, and the two of them couldn't be separated until the end.
Hearing the little emperor's words, Mu Yanjun raised his eyes and smiled. In the firelight, this smile was indescribably relieved and relaxed, and even the tears under his eyes became a bit more gorgeous.
Then he hugged Bai Weiwei, turned around and walked slowly into the palace full of flames.
We can't be together when we live, and when we die, the ashes will melt into a ball.
For the past ten years, he has been thinking of becoming one with her day and night, but he always stopped when he took the last step.
Because he knew that even if he got her body, he would still be dead.
If she really had a next life, she knew that he was so dirty, and she might not want him anymore.
Now, if they die, they can burn a piece, and they can't tell the difference.