The hall was silent for a while, except for those high-light candles with dragon patterns that were still burning in public, illuminating everyone's faces. Murong Lian slowly walked out of the shadows, stepped into the hall, and stood in the center of the sea of eyes.
Raising his face, the three white peach blossom eyes looked coldly at the man on the throne.
"Your Majesty."
"..." The man on the throne was not looking at him, but stared at the Great Elder of Shennongtai with an almost terrifying look before turning around and meeting Murong Lian's eyes.
It was clearly a face that looked like an abyss, but it was barely covered with a layer of warmth, a little concerned, and said with a smile: "Wang Shu-jun is in danger, why did you come to the banquet?"
Murong Lian said indifferently, "Thanks to the blessings of your Majesty, you are already well."
After speaking, he said to everyone: "Put down the medicine in your hands, it is not an antidote, it is a poison."
Everyone was shocked: "What!?"
"..." Your Majesty was silent for a moment, his eyes darkened, and then he raised his chin slightly, motioning Elder Shennongtai to help Murong Lian: "Elder Chen, Wang Shu-jun is always talking nonsense these days, you, the chief medical officer, don't I know you've looked at him carefully. Why don't you take him down to rest?"
"Ah..." Elder Chen was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly went down, "Yes, Wang Shu-Jun, you are so ill that you are suffering from a delusional disorder. Go to the inner room with the old minister for a short rest."
After saying that, he wanted to pull Murong Lian's sleeve, but Murong Lian glanced at it and said to Elder Chen indifferently: "Old baby, what kind of medicine you gave me these days, you know very well, Get out of here before I get angry. Otherwise, I'll let you know what pain is."
Elder Chen was sweating profusely, and was trained by Murong Lian to straighten his neck, and then he trembled towards the king.
Jun Shang's face gradually turned blue, but he was still calm and smiled: "Murong Lian, I see that you are dizzy."
Murong Lian didn't say a word, he was the most similar to the emperor among all the relatives, and at the moment he was standing in His Highness, the face that was close to the emperor was completely disrespectful, facing the throne indifferently.
This made the king suddenly feel agitated. Long ago, the prophecy about "Ziwei star chaos, brothers fight against each other, and the same room fights" suddenly came to his heart - but Murong Lian was a sideline, not the main clan, how could it be him? How could it be him
Hands squeezed on the nanmu armchair a little bit, and the roots of the meridians burst out.
But he still gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "It's also my fault that I didn't heal you. You lost your mind and ran to this Golden Palace to make a fool of yourself."
"What are you talking about, Your Majesty?" Murong Lian said indifferently, "Your Majesty, these days, but you let Elder Chen take care of me day and night. I can't let me die immediately, so as not to cause suspicion, and I can't let me die. Get back to health because I know so much."
Jun Shang sneered and said with a sullen face: "You are smoking too much like a dream. You are drunk, drunk and dreaming. You can't even tell the difference between waking and dreaming."
He repeatedly insisted that Murong Lian "caused hypochondriacs and talked nonsense." At first, everyone was terrified and unbelievable, but at this moment, the expression on some people's faces relaxed a little—
Everyone knows that if Fu Sheng Ruo Meng smokes too much, people will have hallucinations. Murong Lian has never left his cigarette bag in his hands in the past few years. Thinking about it, he is indeed terminally ill. Looking at Murong Lian's appearance at the moment, the clothes are casual and careless, it is indeed a crazy look.
However, Mo Xi was not included among these people.
Mo Xi knew too well what Murong Lian looked like when he was about to make trouble. Even if his demeanor was not correct, his eyes were cold, like a vulture hovering above the blue sky. Not to mention the fact that he now knows what kind of person your Majesty is, and the vague discomfort Jiang Fuli gave him...
Murong Lian wasn't crazy, it was His Majesty who wanted to make him a lunatic.
Because what the madman said is naturally unbelievable.
At this time, his sleeve was suddenly pulled slightly, Mo Xi turned his head, saw Gu Mang staring at Murong Lian, his heart moved slightly, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"..." Gu Mang couldn't answer, his mouth was shriveled, dumbfounded.
After a while, he said, "I know him well. ... I was locked up before, and everyone said that I assassinated a person, is that him?"
Mo Xi patted his hand to reassure him, "You didn't do that."
Gu Mang was silent again, his blue eyes stared at Murong Lian without blinking, and suddenly he said, "... Let him."
"what?"
Gu Mang seemed to be stunned by his own reaction, but he still obeyed his instinct: "I remember that I want to let him, I can't hate him."
"… "
And a little distressed: "But I don't remember who he is?"
While muttering, Murong Lian suddenly turned her face to the side, her gaze passed over the others and landed directly on Gu Mang's face. Based on Gu Mang's current state of mind, it was difficult for him to tell exactly what kind of eyes Murong Lian looked like - irritability, comparison, approval, relief... It seemed that these emotions passed through one by one, but finally mixed together.
Gu Mang opened his eyes wide and looked at him with some confusion, but there was a faint pain in his head, as if flashing past Murong Lian's blood-stained face by the beach of the Moonlight Night, he stretched out his hand and urged him: "Run! If you don't run, just say It's unclear!"
Gu Mang couldn't help groaning lowly, and raised his hand to support his throbbing forehead.
"You bitch! You're the only one worthy of touching my dad's stuff? You take it off for me!"
"Put this slave ring on, and you will always be my Murong Lian's lackey."
The vicious, spiky, and suspicious high-pitched voices of childhood and adolescence pierced his head, but in the end they all turned into a woman's gentle voice:
"A Mang, they have the grace of life with you. Aunt Lin can't explain many things, but... don't hate them too much, okay?"
There was also Murong Lian's hoarse urging when he was assassinated.
"Run away..."
Gu Mang couldn't help lowering his head and frowning, biting his back molars, his eyes were confused. Aware of his strangeness, Mo Xi immediately asked, "What's the matter with you?"
"I..." Gu Mang muttered in a low voice, "I don't know." He raised his eyes and looked at Murong Lian again, this time with Murong Lian. Murong Lian's eyes dodged for a moment, but then turned back and stared at him as if unconvinced, and in the end, it softened little by little and became calm.
Gu Mang suddenly whispered: "I believe him, he is not a lunatic."
The distance was too far, and Murong Lian didn't hear Gu Mang's words, but he seemed to have settled a certain idea in his heart while looking at Gu Mang.
He turned to look at Jun Shang again, his voice raised.
"I, Murong Lian, only wanted to protect me from the future of the Shu Mansion, and it didn't matter if anyone else lived or died. For this reason, I have always come from a remote corner, and I have been arrogant and domineering for the sake of the king. A half-point is something I can be proud of. But I have a brother who doesn't forget what he should do when I step into the quagmire, and even being splashed with dirty water, he can still stick to his original intention and protect the people of Chonghua."
"I was worried that when he coveted my position and slapped my family, he was enduring humiliation and not doing it for himself. I think my motherfucker was beaten by him." Murong Lian raised her peach blossom eyes and said, word by word, The words are clear, "I am not happy."
"When did I, Murong Lian, ever admit defeat? I fought against Emperor Xihe, against Lord Changle, against heaven and earth and for life - I finally lost to such a humble boy?" Any intention of mocking Gu Mang, Murong Lian raised his bong, took a sharp puff, and in the thin smoke he exhaled, he said quietly, "I don't agree."
Jun Shang narrowed his eagle eyes: "Murong Lian, you should almost finish talking nonsense!"
"—Murong Chen."
As soon as these three words came out, the whole hall was in an uproar.
Your Majesty is also pale.
This name has not appeared on the Golden Temple for too long, but who does not know that it is the name of the king? !
In front of the hall, the name of the emperor is called directly, and the crime should be punished!
"Murong Chen." Murong Lian repeated it again slowly, pronouncing each of the three words clearly. He sneered: "Listen to me, everyone used to say that I, Murong Lian, was a dummy. Today, I have changed my temper, and today I want to be a hero."
"You are far from being a hero!"
Murong Lian owed his body symbolically: "Concession, acceptance, you are very close to the word shameless."
The emperor pressed down the raging flames of anger and said word by word, "Murong Lian, are you tired of living and want to die?"
Murong Lian sneered: "Baby, didn't you send someone to kill me once?"
After he finished speaking, he turned around, facing the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, and said: "Everyone recognizes it clearly, the pills in your hands are not a prescription for exorcism at all, but a medicine that influences people's hearts!"
Everyone was shocked and shocked.
"… what?!"
"The medicine that influences people's hearts?"
The bridge of the king's nose was wrinkled, and his face was full of tigers and wolves, and he said gloomily: "It's really absurd, nonsense! Everyone knows that Jiang Fuli's medical skills are at the peak of his life, and he is free and unrestrained. Murong Lian, even if you have the intention to slander Gu Gu , you also make up some not so outrageous things!" After turning his eyes, "Jiang Yaoshi, Wang Shujun said that you are cooperating with Gu to deceive people, but Gu is curious, where in the world is there any easy way to influence others?"
Jiang Fuli said: "The most effective ones are the Eight Bitter and Everlasting Hate Flowers, and the precious chess pieces. But it's not easy. The former requires the soul of the demon race to cultivate, and it is extremely difficult to bloom. The latter is one of the three ancient forbidden arts. one."
After saying that, he glanced at Murong Lian coldly.
"Wang Shu-jun, you really look down on Jiang Mou."
"Did you hear it?" The king said coldly, "Murong Lian, you wouldn't say that Gulian is the same of the two, right? Not to mention the eight bitter and everlasting hatred flowers, the precious chess pieces, the spellcasting methods. It will definitely not be for people to take medicine." After a pause, his eyes glanced at the ministers, "But if any of you are afraid and believe Murong Lian's words, you can return the pills to Jiang Yaoshi, and go find the one who can resist the devilish energy. Method!"
Having said this, how can the old ministers who are greedy for life and fear of death do so
After hesitating for a moment, someone said, "Murong Lian, are you crazy? You are above ten thousand people, why do you need to go to great lengths to influence people's hearts? I think you are the one who influences people's hearts!"
Murong Lian sneered, "Why does Your Majesty need to influence people's hearts, did he just say it himself?" After speaking, he repeated what His Majesty said before—
"If you have always been like this now, so uniform and obedient, then there will be hope when Chonghua unites Kyushu and the world will be leveled."
"This… "
All the ministers were silent when they heard the words, and some people stole their eyes to peep at the expression of the emperor.
Murong Lian narrowed her eyes, and said with an almost deliberate pity, "Murong Chen, it's okay, I really understand you very well. You said that you have come this way. When you were a prince, you were stabbed in the spine all day long. Before the death of the first emperor, he thought of replacing you on the throne. After finally ascending the throne, whether it is an old man or a crony, each has his own abacus. You seem to be high above the ground, but you are like a bird trapped in a cage with wings. No matter how badly you flutter, you can't fly out, and you can't show your fists. How can you be reconciled?"
"You dream of wanting to have a group of honest courtiers, it's better to have no opinion at all, you say east, they go east, you point west, they go west - I'd rather have a group of bamboo warriors than a group of chattering Civilian and military general, you said this yourself, I hope you don't forget it yourself."
Under the gaze of the ministers, the emperor was silent for a moment, then caressed his hands expressionlessly: "Murong Lian, you really can make up. You are still crazy."
Murong Lian smiled lightly: "I don't dare to do it, I just want to live under you, day and night to speculate on your intentions to cater to you, and I understand you better than others."
The king nodded sarcastically: "Okay. Even if you are right, even if Gu really has the intention to turn all the important ministers present into fools and puppets. So what does Gu use? Is it the flower of eight bitter and eternal hatred or the chess piece of Zhenlong? Ruoruo Gu If you have mastered any of these spells, Gu won't have to bother to give you any exorcism medicine, wouldn't it be better to just plant flowers and chess pieces?"
Murong Lian said: "The key is that you won't. You won't be able to suffer forever, and you won't be able to master the precious chess pieces, so you have been eagerly studying a lot of the black magic spell of the Liao Kingdom all these years, in order to refine a kind of rebirth. It depends on the control method of these two spells. The effect will not be as strong, and the loss will not be so great."
"Of course, there is nothing so easy in the world. Whether you are trying or refining, you have always been short of heat. After trying for so many years, there is no way to be satisfied. Only when Xi and Jun replace you After taking the remnant soul of the blood beast, you finally made a medicinal pill that can make the user completely obey your orders. Before that, you have never been able to make the controlled person achieve the appearance you expected."
The king sat on the high seat, folded his hands and raised his chin slightly: "It's a very moving story, where's the evidence?"
Murong Lian didn't speak. He slowly raised the smoking gun in his hand, took a puff, and spit it out, "Murong Chen. Do you think I didn't know that Jiang Yexue was your advisor?"
"Even if it is, so what?"
"Murong Chuyi is under the control of Jiang Yexue, only the soothing grass can soothe it. And I smoke like a dream, and the shredded tobacco inside is also the soothing grass."
After Murong Lian finished speaking, she said lightly, "Murong Chen, three years ago, you put a mind control powder in my wine and tried to confuse my mind. You thought that your medicine was completely ineffective, but it wasn't. Although the medicine is not perfect, it has an effect, and I have been relying on the dream to keep my mind clear.”
As he spoke, he breathed out his last breath of smoke and sneered, "Do you really think that I, Murong Lian, have nothing to do with the despicable things you did to me?"