Zong Ziheng had a high fever and was in a coma for several days. Zong Zixiao was very worried by the bedside, but he refused to show his worry. The evil fire spread everywhere, scaring the doctors and servants of Wuji Palace to tell the family about the funeral .
He hasn't returned to Wuji Palace for ten years, and he found that the biggest change here is that it's much deserted. After all, the first emperor and successive emperors are no longer there. The princes and princesses have moved out and married off. With the decline of the Zong family, a large number of disciples have also been lost. This huge Wuji Palace is in a state of depression.
He thought sarcastically that Zong Ziheng must have never expected that the throne he had planned so hard to grab was actually a mess, and the daiming Zong clan was already in decline, and there was no way to recover.
However, now that he's back, everything is unknown.
"My lord." A respectful voice came from behind.
"explain."
"The emperor is awake." Cai Chengyi even took a breath, he was terrified of this moody, vicious and violent Demon Lord. But I couldn't help sighing in my heart, this big devil has completely inherited Chu Yingruo's stunning appearance, with the beauty of a banished fairy, and the charm of a ghost.
Zong Zixiao quickly walked towards Zong Ziheng's bedroom.
Pushing open the door, Zong Ziheng seemed to have just changed his medicine, and the maid was helping him tidy up his clothes.
Hearing the movement, all the people in the room turned their heads, and at the same time their expressions changed suddenly, as if they had seen a ghost.
No, ghosts are exactly the prey of monks, and they are even more impossible to appear in the infinite palace full of yang energy.
The little blood on Zong Ziheng's face faded away in an instant, and his fingers tightened his grip on the front of his clothes, and his joints turned pale because of excessive force. Everything that happened in Zhengji Hall that day tortured his heart all the time, making him feel ashamed and angry, and he was instinctively terrified when he faced Zong Zixiao.
Zong Zixiao swept his eyes, and the servants understood, and rushed out. He sat beside Zong Ziheng's bed, and picked up his collar: "The injury is still recovering..."
Zong Ziheng snatched back his clothes and took advantage of the opportunity to hide in the bed.
A hand grabbed his shoulder, preventing him from moving.
Zong Zixiao sneered: "Where are you hiding, inside and outside of your body, there is nothing I haven't seen or touched."
Zong Ziheng glared angrily, his eyes were red.
Zong Zixiao was stung by the completely confrontational eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't make me unhappy." He forcibly pulled the man into his arms, wrapping his arms around his back.
"What are you doing!" Zong Ziheng's body trembled, imprisoning his powerful arms and his solid chest against his back, forming an inescapable cage. The close physical contact reminded him of what this person did to him. all the unspeakable things.
"Don't move, I'll take a look at your injuries." Zong Zixiao put his face close to his elder brother's face, and said with a low smile, "What do you think I'm going to 'do'? If I really killed you, wouldn't it be fun for me? .”
Zong Ziheng clenched his fists tightly, as if his heart had been thrown into a frying pan.
Zong Zixiao let go of his skirt, and carefully looked at his newly grown tender flesh: "Well, it's recovering well, what about the bottom? Does it still hurt?"
Zong Ziheng became furious and couldn't bear it anymore, but as soon as he got lucky, he found something was wrong.
"Don't waste your efforts, I've sealed your spiritual veins." Zong Ziheng gently turned his cheek, kissed the pale pink lips, and said in a coquettish tone, "You will be in a while." If you can’t flush, I will check every day, and if you find that you flush the acupoint by yourself, I will punish you.” He paused and said with a smile, “Guess how I will punish you?”
"... get out."
"Are you telling me to get lost? Brother, I'm afraid you haven't woken up yet, forgetting who is the master here."
"Don't call me big brother!" Zong Ziheng growled.
"You don't deserve to be my big brother either, but I'm used to being called that. And ah..." Zong Zixiao bit Zong Ziheng's soft earlobe, and said ambiguously, "I find that every time I call you big brother, you bite especially tight."
Zong Ziheng violently broke away from the iron pincer-like arm, he didn't know where he could escape, the universe was so vast, but he had nowhere to stand.
After a while of dizziness, Zong Ziheng was pushed down on the bed.
Zong Zixiao propped his arms on the side of his head, and looked down at him condescendingly: "Your injury is still not healed, don't do something that makes me unhappy, and ask for trouble."
There was a sudden commotion outside the door.
A child's voice was shouting "Father".
"Oh, Your Highness, how did you escape, you can't go in, you can't go in." Cai Chengyi remembered anxiously.
"I want to see my father, go away, father!"
The expressions of the two brothers in the room changed at the same time.
The eldest son turned to the closed door with a cold face.
The word "Father" became a throbbing blood vessel on his forehead.
Zong Ziheng observed Zong Zixiao's expression with panic in his eyes.
Zong Zixiao got up and walked towards the door.
"You..." Zong Ziheng wanted to get up from the bed, but his body was weak and he almost fell off the bed.
Zong Zixiao opened the door roughly, and a small figure bumped into his waist.
It was a boy about five or six years old, with a small face carved in jade, delicate and beautiful, he looked like he came from a wealthy family, he looked up at Zong Zixiao with his mouth wide open.
"Zhong Ming, I told you that you are not allowed to come out, go back quickly!" Zong Ziheng sternly said.
"You..." Zong Zhongming glared suddenly, "You are Zong Zixiao!"
Cai Chengyi's legs trembled in fright: "Your Highness, listen to the emperor and go back quickly." As he spoke, he was about to step forward to pull the child.
A flame of jealousy ignited in Zong Zixiao's chest, almost burning through his reason. Although he had made preparations in the past ten years, he had never heard that Emperor Konghua would take a concubine after he was conferred, so he took a chance, and in the end... even had a child!
When he thought that before him, Zong Ziheng had already made peace with others, he wanted to kill someone.
Zong Zixiao grabbed Zong Zhongming's collar and lifted the child up.
Zong Zhongming shouted: "Bastard, let me go, I'm not afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you! You are not allowed to hurt my father!"
"Zhong Ming!" Zong Ziheng said urgently, "Zong Zixiao, let him go, he is just a child."
"He is your child." Zong Zixiao's eyes showed a cold look, "Who is his mother and where is she?"
"Whatever your business, you're a bad guy, you demon cultivator, pill thief, let me go!" Zong Zhongming kicked and stomped in the air with his short limbs. Although he was small, he seemed to have no fear at all. It's really a newborn calf.
Cai Chengyi knelt on the steps and begged: "My lord, don't be as knowledgeable as a child, please."
Zong Zixiao threw Zong Zhongming to the ground, and stepped on the child's chest.
"Zong Zixiao!" Zong Ziheng bared his eyes.
Zong Zhongming broke the big foot with both hands, and shouted: "Let go of me, I'm going to kill you—"
"Whose?" Zong Zixiao's face was sullen and full of jealousy. No matter who touched him, he would not survive today.
Zong Ziheng took a deep breath: "You, let him go first."
"Father." Zong Zhong called out, "Did he hurt you? I'm going to kill him."
Zong Ziheng endured the humiliation and had no choice but to give in: "You let him go out, and I will explain to you."
Zong Zixiao kicked Zong Zhongming away: "Get lost."
Zong Zhongming jumped up from the ground and wanted to run to Zong Ziheng's side, but Zong Ziheng sternly stopped him: "Zhong Ming, are you disobedient!"
Zong Zhongming suddenly burst into tears.
"go back."
Zong Zhongming wiped away his tears and ran away aggrieved.
Cai Chengyi closed the door, afraid that Zong Zixiao would regret it, picked up the child, turned and ran away.
Zong Zixiao walked up to Zong Ziheng step by step, and said viciously: "Who is that woman? If you dare to lie, I will kill this bastard together."
"He is Hua Juncheng's son." Zong Ziheng said through gritted teeth.
Zong Zixiao was stunned for a moment, and he quickly recalled the name: "Young master of the Huaying faction?"
"right."
"So, this kid is Hua Yuxin's nephew." After many years, Zong Zixiao still remembered this woman, because she was Zong Ziheng's lifelong dare not forget, and naturally became a thorn in his heart.
"right."
This answer made Zong Zixiao wonder what it was like, he said sarcastically: "You are really affectionate, and you will give back to the Hua family to raise a son."
"The Hua family was destroyed by Lu Zhaofeng, and I cannot shirk the blame." Zong Ziheng glared at Zong Zixiao with blood-red eyes, "If it wasn't for me, Hua Yuxin would not have been involved in Lu Zhaofeng's conspiracy and would not have died. And he won't bring about disaster for revenge." When he rushed to the Huaying Sect with the monks of the Zong family, he only had time to save the only blood of the Hua family, and what he owed the Hua family was worth this life Also difficult to pay off.
Zong Zixiao was silent for a moment, and laughed mockingly: "It's ridiculous, if you look like a man of love and righteousness, will people in the world forget your true face?"
Zong Ziheng knew that explaining everything was futile, so he remained silent.
"Or do you also know that your sins are serious, and now you want to do good deeds?" Zong Zixiao walked over, gently lifted Zong Ziheng's chin, and said coldly, "It's late, we will go to hell together, big brother."
Zong Ziheng turned his face away.
"From now on, you continue to be your Emperor Zong." Zong Zixiao stroked Zong Ziheng's silky silk like teasing a cat or dog, "I said, as long as you serve me well, you can sit firmly on the dragon chair."
Zong Ziheng only felt that his face was hot.
"Why, aren't you happy? There are many people who sell themselves for glory, and you are the only one who sells the most expensive." Zong Zixiao chuckled twice, and ordered, "Tomorrow, send an edict to all the sects."
"What do you want to do?" Zong Ziheng raised his head suddenly.
His pitch-black pupils are terrified, and just looking at them can make people feel sadistic.
Zong Zixiao caressed his cheek: "Within seven days, I will see the annual offering, including what they owed in previous years, and present it together."
"..."
"I want to gather the power of cultivating immortals and practice the best pill for me." Zong Zixiao's charming fox eyes were full of ambition, "I will definitely break through the ninth heaven of Zongxuan Sword."