Chapter 578: Killing brothers and being tyrannical?
After hearing this, Wenjiu nodded. After sending someone out, he lay down next to the Fourth Master again and felt the Fourth Master's body temperature. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief?
His temperature had dropped, and when he took a look at the wound, he found it had healed much better than he had expected. A faint scab had formed on it.
Wen Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, then yawned. He realized he was indeed tired. He couldn't sleep, and there was nothing to do. He just waited, and the noise from Jing Hao Hall was really making him anxious. He simply entered the space directly. There were still some memory fragments that he hadn't read.
As soon as he came in and saw Xiao Jin, he couldn't help laughing: "Well, I felt like I was acting out an adventure in the bamboo forest this evening, and you are just here leisurely eating watermelon."
"Didn't I detect that the master is not in danger?" Xiao Jin replied with a smile, broke off a large piece of watermelon, and handed it to Wen Jiu: "Master, you will definitely handle this little thing in a short time. Xiao Jin will only be able to help you when he goes out."
Wenjiu took the watermelon and took a bite: "Hmm, very sweet, better than the previous one."
When Xiao Jin heard this, he immediately patted his chest and said, "It was you who asked. These are all watermelon seeds from the watermelons grown in the space. I didn't dare to plant too many this time, so I only planted two. But I have harvested more than a dozen watermelons."
He finished the warm wine in two or three gulps: "Well, a few sips make me feel refreshed. Bring one out for me to try later."
"Okay," Xiao Jin waved his hand and gave another piece of memory fragment to Wenjiu.
"Master, you want to come in and take a look at this, right? Here are all the memory fragments distributed for the initial training mission."
He weighed the warm wine in his hand, and without hesitation, he put it directly on his forehead.
It has been almost a month now, and I have finally mastered the longevity dance to the second level, and now I am able to go in and take a look.
In a trance, Wen Jiu's eyes turned white and the surrounding scene changed in the blink of an eye.
This is a bed. The bedspread and curtains around it are all dull purple. Even the bedding on the bed is a gloomy black. A pale child is lying on the bed.
He was about ten years old and his appearance was unclear, but his skin seemed unusually white, so white that it seemed transparent.
Suddenly, he stood up and started coughing violently, as if he was going to cough out his heart and lungs.
Wenjiu felt a pain in his heart for some reason and subconsciously wanted to go forward to help her, but he found that she was transparent again.
The child coughed violently, and finally coughed up a large pool of blood, and then fell down. The palace servants came and went beside him, and they seemed to be shouting:
"Prince Hongyun has passed away..."
But no one went to take a closer look at the child. The servants all covered their mouths and noses, looking extremely disgusted.
Wen Jiu frowned deeply. The child's hands were clearly still moving. Why did everyone say he was dead? Not even a breath was detected!
When he rushed forward and tried to push the child up, the scene changed again.
The next second, the Fourth Master, with a gloomy expression, was seen holding the child in his arms, and said calmly, "Kill them all."
The scene shifted to reveal dozens of servants kneeling in the front hall, flanked by guards holding swords. At the Fourth Master's command, several men perished in the blink of an eye, their blood flowing like a river. The rain washed down the steps and into the nearby flowerbed, where it lingered for a long time.
Wen Jiu was stunned and looked up at the Fourth Master's head. He found that his head was a mess, as black as ink. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat and his heart was lifted again.
Wen Jiu subconsciously looked around, trying to quickly identify the year this happened. However, before he could find anything to confirm the year, the scene changed again.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and suddenly it became clear.
In the garden, Mr. Ba smiled warmly and held a cloth tiger: "Hongshi, do you like it?"
The clear voice of a little boy of about six or seven years old, whose face could not be seen clearly, came over: "Thank you, Uncle Ba. My father never let me play with the stuffed tiger. It's because Uncle Ba feels sorry for Hongshi."
Then, the Ninth Master beside him handed him a stack of banknotes and said, "Come here, Hongshi, buy whatever you want. Don't listen to your father. What's wrong with a man buying more antiques, calligraphy and paintings? Your father is really making a fuss out of nothing."
The child hesitated: "Uncle Jiu, this..."
"There's nothing wrong with it, just go buy it. Uncle Shi supports you. Don't you want to go out and have a look? Come on, Uncle Shi will take you to Yihongyuan to have a look."
The child was still hesitant for a few seconds, but was taken away by the three masters in the blink of an eye.
Wenjiu frowned deeply. What the hell, Old Nine and Old Ten! How dare they lead her son astray! And he even went to Yihong Courtyard to see what it was like? What did he want to see? Such a young child! They were going to spoil the child!
The warm smell of alcohol made my gums itch, so I just followed them to see what they were going to do. However, the scene around me shifted away again.
This is... the Royal Ancestral Temple.
The offerings on it are all the rankings of ancestors.
"Father, would you like to have a sip of tea?"
Hongshi helped the Fourth Master up and immediately served him a cup of tea, but he kept his head very low.
Wen Jiu couldn't see his face clearly, but subconsciously felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the child's expression, as if he cared a lot about this cup of tea.
She even stared at the Fourth Master's hand as he drank the tea. However, when the Fourth Master's cup of tea reached his lips, he stopped.
"What's in this tea?" The Fourth Master's voice was no longer as clear and melodious as a young man's. Instead, it carried a terrifying chill.
Hongshi: "...Nothing...Nothing at all, Father Huang, please enjoy."
The Fourth Master steadily handed the tea to Su Peisheng beside him: "Check."
"...Your Majesty, this tea is highly poisonous. If you drink it, you will die in the blink of an eye..."
"No! This is impossible!" Hongshi's eyes widened. "Father, please believe me. I will never do such an inhumane thing! It's just that my eighth uncle said that this medicine can help you sleep for two more days, so I gave it to you..."
Fourth Master: "Let me sleep for two days? What are you going to do? Hongshi, this is treason, do you know?"
Hongshi knocked his head to the ground and said, "Father, I know I was wrong. I really didn't mean it that way. It was my eighth uncle who said you would definitely not agree to let him go, so I thought of helping him and letting him go while you were unconscious. But this medicine is definitely not mine! I have no intention of hurting you."
"Idiot!" The Fourth Master was so angry that he threw the teacup at his head: "Come on, tell the clan officials that they don't have to send meals to Old Eight anymore."
“Father Emperor…” Hongshi was stunned. After coming to his senses, he kowtowed again: “Eighth Uncle is your brother. What are you doing…what are you doing…”
"Why, do you also think that I am a tyrant who killed my brothers?" The Fourth Master's voice grew colder.
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