Chapter 155

Nanmenyu's old face was covered with an ugly smile, self mocking, helpless, stubborn and crazy.

"You mean the emperor had the idea of abolishing you and reforming you."

Even though he knew that nanmenxi had left an imperial edict to pass on the throne, nanmenkairui didn't know why, so he was surprised when he heard nanmenxi's words.

"Don't you really know that my father intended to pass on you at that time, but you insisted not to. That son fell on me. I tried my best to be a good emperor. Who ever thought that after seven years in office, my father would abolish me and make you king, Does he mean to make me a joke of the world? "

The self mockery on nanmenyu's face became more intense, and the laughter became loud, until the corner of his mouth overflowed with a touch of bright red.

"So you killed your grandfather and father."

Nanmen Carey couldn't help hitting the bedside with a fist, which made a bang in the quiet night.

"What can I do? He insisted that he was so bewitched that he even drew up the imperial edict, but he didn't destroy the imperial seal after he passed it on to me. He clearly gave me the throne and let me taste the supreme power, but he wanted to take it back. How can I let it go? How can I let it go?"

Nanmenyu's dazed and dull eyes died down, and the whole person seemed to be dead.

Nanmenkai Rui gets up slowly from the bedside of nanmenyu. He stares at the dying nanmenyu and becomes persistent.

"Have you ever regretted it?"

He wants an answer for his father and his grandfather.

"No, I have never regretted. Even if I have suffered from evil deeds for more than ten years, I have never regretted fear, fear, pain and resentment. I can't regret every decision I made in the emperor's life. If I choose again, I will do that."

"The good one never regretted."

There was a lot of noise outside the door. Carey suddenly took out his pocket knife and mercilessly touched nanmenyu's neck.

The bright blade was extremely cold under the dark yellow candle fire, just like Carey's face.

"Ha ha, big brother is going to take revenge at last. Come on."

The dying nanmenyu, with a smile on his face, shows a bit of imperial dignity. He tried every means to protect his life in the past. When he was really dying, he became calm.

One side of Fuhai saw Nanmen Carey's hand shaking with a knife, and his eyes went down inch by inch. He stepped forward and grasped Nanmen Carey's wrist.

"Little master, don't you forget that you are going to sit in a proper place, so... So the emperor can't have any wounds on his body. The imperial doctor will be here soon."

Fuhai takes a deep look at Nanmen Carey. Nanmen Carey slowly lets go.

The wind outside the door began to roar, the moon has hidden into the clouds, dark clouds in the dark night sky, and the light of palace lanterns swayed in the night wind.

Heavy rain is coming.

Nanmenkairui looks at nanmenyu's closed eyes. Her eyes move and she smiles, but her smile is cold to the bone.

Just don't know what to think of, he suddenly laughed.

"You can't be king. No one knows you or admits you in this world. Who is Nanmen Kerry? No one knows at all. At dawn, even if I die, you are just a thief who usurped the throne and killed the king. "

Nanmenxi's imperial edict was lost. Without it, no one could admit nanmenkairui.

Nanmenyu smiles weakly, but the next second his smile is frozen in the corner of his mouth, because nanmenkai Rui takes something out of his arms.

Yellow silk cloth, bright and prickly.

"What's uncle thinking? Do you think I don't know? Uncle, let's see what it is."

What Nanmen Kairui brought out was the imperial edict of Nanmen Xichuan in Nanmen Si.

"How can it be, Xiao ran? How can she give it to you?"

Nanmenyu is shocked, especially will give you two words to say very fast.

Nanmenkairui's face changed in a moment, but in a moment, he regained his indifference and didn't speak. He just looked at nanmenyu with sarcasm in his eyes.

"For the sake of your dying uncle, it's no harm to tell you that Xiao ran didn't give me the imperial edict. It's a pity that the imperial edict she stole from the secret room of Zhenbao Pavilion is fake."

"How could... There was only one imperial edict. I personally asked Fuhai to..."

Suddenly stopped, nanmenyu looked at Fuhai in disbelief.

Fuhai stood in the dark, his face was a little complicated, but when he thought about it, he really got to the point in front of him.

Fuhai walked to the bed and knelt down slowly.

"The old slave was ordered to hide the imperial edict, but he changed it on the way. The imperial edict Xiao ran stole had no private seal on it."

"Fuhai... Why do you want to..."

Nanmenyu's face was nearly gray, and his chest fluctuated violently.

Fuhai was a bit embarrassed, and a little bit of struggle flashed by. After all, he had been waiting on nanmenyu for a long time. In the face of his questions, how can he not feel guilty? Besides feeling guilty, he also had some unspeakable difficulties.

He didn't reply. He kowtowed deeply toward the south gate. After a salute, he got up and stepped aside.

There is blood flowing from the corner of nanmenyu's mouth. He is extremely angry, and his spirit has split.

"I have a few more things to tell my uncle. Does he want to hear?"

Nanmen Kairui said, leaning over Nanmen's ear and whispering a few words.

Eyes crack, nanmenyu's mouth spit out a mouthful of blood, scared and angry looking at nanmenkai.

It's a pity that everything has been irreparable. The fluctuation of the chest is small, and the sound of breathing slows down.

The soothing incense burned out, and the south gate closed its eyes.

In the autumn of the 22nd year of Dongyue Jingyuan, the emperor's south gate was in Fulin palace.

There was a roaring thunder outside the door, and the heavy rain came in torrents.

"The emperor is dead."

Fuhai opens his mouth to Kerry in the south gate. His voice is shaking. He falters and kneels on the ground.

Nanmen Kairui didn't pay any attention. She stood by Nanmen's bed quietly, but her face turned white.

"What did the little master say to the Emperor just now?" Fuhai's heart beats fast.

"I just told him that I was the little monk who served him in Dabei Temple two years ago, that I was Guan Lang, the craftsman who went to the palace to repair the star picking tower, and that I was he Si, the doctor who cured him and saved his life. By the way, I also told him that I did the Queen's death."

Fuhai Meilu is shocked. It seems that Nanmen Kairui has been around Nanmen all the time.

The closed door of the hall was suddenly blown open by the roaring wind, which suddenly poured into the room. The risk of pouring into the room would overturn the sea of blessing kneeling on the ground. The candle trembled and went out in a flash.

Suddenly, the room was dark, and Fuhai's back was cold. He shrunk and got ready to light the light.

In the dark, South Gate Kerry walked to the table with a calm look and lit the lamp.

"Close the door."

South door Kerry mouth, Fuhai a Leng, busy toward the wind creaking door.