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"To me:

It had been more than three months since he had entered the Puppet Palace, and the pain was indescribable. Nothing happened during the day. Even though he had the previous dynasty's medical skills to read, he was still restricted by his teacher. He didn't know if he could read freely to prevent himself from sitting idle.

He had cut off his own face the day before yesterday. Even though he had been forced to do so, it had hurt his own flesh and blood. He felt as if he had hurt his parents' flesh and blood … He was ashamed and terrified. Knife wounds are difficult to heal, blood flow is constant, although there is a good medicine can be applied, but pain is difficult to endure, eating restlessness.

Tonight, he woke up in the middle of the night from the intense pain caused by accidentally touching his wound. Looking out the window, he saw that the full moon was just like the previous years, suddenly feeling lonely and homesick. Deep into the night, he should have been able to sleep, but his thoughts were plentiful, making it difficult for him to sleep. Since he could not sleep, he might as well write these few words to ease the pain of burning hearts and the pain of thinking about home.

I wonder if royal father and mother are well?

The words were unfilial. Although he knew that he shouldn't, he still hoped that his father could understand their helplessness. It is foolish and unfilial to cut off your own skin for a moment's rage.

If Jun Wu Yi ever sees this book again, please don't do something so foolish. "

The petite boy sat upright before the wooden table. Under the candlelight, he held in his left hand a pen that did not match his palm. On the paper, he carefully wrote a letter to his "future self". His face was covered with thick strips of cloth, revealing only one eye. Perhaps because he only had one eye to see, even though he was trying so hard to write it neatly, it was still crooked.

The boy did not care what the last words looked like. He carefully blew the ink dry, folded it carefully, and placed it in a small box in the corner.

In three months, there were less than five pieces of paper in the box. It wasn't because he was too lazy to write, nor was it because he didn't have anything worth writing … It was only because he didn't want to give himself too much trouble in the future that he tried his best not to write it. The thought of a ten-year-old child was naive, cute, and pitiful.

The boy looked at the letter lying at the bottom, only showing a small corner, and with a little hesitation, he pulled it out.

He promised Qingfeng that he would look at it after three months in the Puppet Palace. In fact, he could have seen it half a month ago. But he didn't dare look. He was afraid that in Qingfeng's eyes, that crazy guy was really hateful. If even a breeze were to say that... How would he survive for another year?

But now. It doesn't matter.

The pain from the wounds on his face had taught him to hate. He hated Tang Xiao. Therefore, he was not afraid of Qingfeng giving him an affirmative answer for his thoughts.

The snow-white paper was slightly yellow under the candlelight, but the inky black characters were still clear, carrying with them a few crags unique to the breeze.

A man is not a sage, as the psalms say, but a great evil if he is not a good man." It was just as he said: A man is not a saint. Even though there was a saying afterwards: 'One can change things as one pleases, but one cannot do too much for good'. But did Qing Yan know what was "passing"? What was' good '? The sages had their own dao, but the mortals had none. In this world, one could not judge good and evil with a single word.

When dealing with people, one could use four words: 'half right, half wrong'. A meritorious deed without fault is good. A great mistake but no merit is evil. Mistakes are right and wrong, that's what ordinary people do, and don't treat it as a mistake or a pair, but as a presumptuous conviction.

However, these words were just empty words. If you can discard personal passion and hatred, it is not something our mortal body can achieve. The reason why a person was a person was because they were able to judge whether they were right or wrong. He didn't need to convince others, he just needed to clear his own conscience.

The only thing that can be said when asking how Tang Qing is is is: 'A great mistake, no great evil.'

Ordinary people often recklessly judged others, but they didn't think about the same situation. How was he supposed to act?

Qing Yi said young, still do not know that the human heart is complex, the world is dangerous. You don't need to think too much. You can just remember a single sentence: 'When you are in this world, you want to have a clear conscience. The world's disdain was also a view of the world, not an original view. "No need to speculate about others, no need to force yourself."

"Qingfeng would advise."

The boy put down the letter and muttered, "A clear conscience?" He raised his hand and touched the painful spot that was already numb to his pain. "I beg for a clear conscience …" "Is that so?"

No matter how smart he was, he was still a child, a child that his parents doted on and protected. He did not understand what the letter said. He did not understand what Qingfeng meant by 'great good' and 'great evil'. He did not understand the difference between a saint and a mortal. The best he could grasp was the phrase, "No shame, no need to press.

"Qingfeng, shouldn't I still hate him?" The boy touched the strips of cloth on his face, his eyes revealing a look of sorrow and struggle.

From the poisonous insects entering his body and the blood incident in the West Lake, to being tortured by Zhu Yan until he couldn't sleep at night and then to his inhuman life after coming here … No. How could he do that?

Light Wind, Zhu Yan Jian, Xi Hu, Nightmare, Tang Xiao Yu …

I don't understand... Don't understand...

Don't understand...

"..."

"Mo'er?" Mo'er? "

Who is calling me? Who? Who is it?

His head hurt!

Zhao Qingyan was awakened from her dreams by the pain and the sound of her cries.

Zhao Qingyan suddenly sat up and looked around with her eyes wide open. Her face was drained of all color due to the fear left in her dream. Large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead due to the pain.

The fragrance of the incense had not dispersed yet, and the rows of porcelain vases were still in their original positions. There was no sound in the quiet room, only the buzzing in his ears from the headache.

Zhao Qingyan lifted his hand and touched his face. The pain from rubbing his face during the bath was accompanied by the numbness after a nap, but the pain from not being cut by a knife still seeped into his bones.

What an unreal feeling.

What a real dream.

"Mo'er, what happened to you?" Duke Huan was obviously frightened by his appearance, and he was stupefied for a good while before regaining his senses.

Zhao Qingyan resisted the urge to vomit. She reached out her hand to the porcelain bottle and poured out three pills. Zhao Qingyan hesitated for a moment and ate one pill. Then, he put the remaining two pills back into the bottle and asked King Huan, "Thirteenth Uncle, what time is it now?"

Prince Huan said, "It's almost time for dinner. I've come to take a look at you."

Has it been six hours?

Zhao Qingyan squinted and drank a few mouthfuls of water to quell the discomfort, "I'm not feeling well, so let's forget about tonight's dinner. I still have to trouble Thirteenth Uncle to come specially. I'm sorry. "

Duke Huan looked at him with a slightly worried expression, "Will there really be no problems? Is the analgesic drug gone? "

Zhao Qingyan said, "In a while, I'll go get a set of medicine and fry it. There won't be any serious problems. Hao Yun still has some medicine on him, so you don't have to worry about me, Thirteenth Uncle. "

Prince Huan looked around, but he could not find the person who accompanied Zhao Qingyan like a shadow. "Where is he?"

Zhao Qingyan shook his head. "I'm not sure. I rested once I got back. I didn't pay attention to him."

Duke Huan looked at him with a pained expression and said with a helpless smile, "You call that resting? Why did you lie down on the table when you were only a few steps away from the bed? "Aren't you tired of sleeping?"

Zhao Qingyan stretched his shoulders and smiled, "I just have a headache. I ate a few pills and wanted to rest. Who would have thought that I would fall asleep? "And he slept for so long."

Duke Huan nodded his head and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth when he saw Zhao Qingyan's weak appearance. He smiled and said, "Then, you should rest …"

Zhao Qingyan lowered his eyes and did not see the change in Duke Huan's expression. He spoke up almost at the same time as Prince Huan, "Thirteenth Uncle, you came to find me for something, right? I'm already much better. " After he finished speaking, he noticed that Duke Huai had also been speaking as he raised his head and looked at him, "What did Thirteenth Uncle say just now? I didn't pay attention. "

"Nothing." Duke Huan sighed and sat opposite him, "The decision to attack the Ming Palace was your decision. What you do next will be up to you. According to what you said, Luo Xiu himself and most of his subordinates are in the Dark Palace, and his subordinates are in different divisions. Even though the Ming Palace has been taken down, in reality, they have not avenged you. The Ming Palace was densely filled with mechanisms, and the search by the guards probably did not yield any results. It was impossible to rush to the Dark Palace or clear the tiller. I don't quite understand what you mean. "

Zhao Qingyan said, "The Ming Palace is much weaker than the Dark Palace. It's just that Tang Xiao opened up a path from the Vermillion Bird Palace and lured them in, giving them an advantage in a surprise attack. How should I explain it? There were only three paths to enter the Dark Palace. Vermillion Bird Hall, which was in charge of disciple assessment, and Black Tortoise Palace, which was in charge of defending and guarding the secret palace, were in charge of managing a different path. There were two other paths within the Vermillion Bird Palace. The path you're taking for the assessment can only be entered and not exited. The path we took could only be taken, not entered. The Black Tortoise Palace had a unified signal at their various checkpoints. As long as the Palace Master of the Dark Palace gave the order, they could be sealed at any time. Once it was sealed, it wouldn't open for more than a month. These were the two main corridors of the Puppet Palace. And the third was an abandoned road in the back of the mountain, with a rather large number of mechanisms, both small and medium-sized. All the mechanisms on that road are closed and activated by the mechanical armature located underground. It is almost impossible to dismantle it or close it by itself. "

Duke Huan nodded, indicating for him to continue.

Zhao Qingyan said, "What's worth mentioning is that these three paths have different effects, so their structure is also completely different. For example, when we come out of the passageway, we need to manually close all the mechanisms one by one. After a quarter-hour, those that are closed will automatically activate. The Black Tortoise Palace's passageway was divided into many paths for humans, as well as many for mechanical beasts and carriages. And the mechanisms on these roads use the method of segmented switches. Every so often, there would be a checkpoint that separated them in two directions. The mechanism of each section of the road is controlled as a whole by an armature, and the paragraphs do not affect each other. In addition, there were also some mechanical news that would not be activated during ordinary times. This was done by the organs in the main hall of the Black Tortoise Palace in order to strengthen their defense during critical moments. Because of this, the number of people entering and leaving the two tunnels of the Vermillion Bird Temple and Black Tortoise Palace was strictly controlled. So, there's a third way. "

Zhao Qingyan pondered for a moment before continuing, "And the abandoned path that we mentioned earlier is a path that many people can take. The only way to close the mechanism on this road is from the armature. And the key to opening the core was not in the hands of the current Palace Mistress. The three most important keys to the Puppet Palace were the keys to the mechanism core and the several large defensive mechanisms within the Qilin Hall. They were known as the mechanism keys. The key to open the storage room that stored the blueprints of the secret palace's mechanisms, samples of various secret weapons, martial arts manuals, and a series of other things was called a secret key. There were also records of the previous generation of Puppet Palace's Palace Masters, some of the branches under the control of the Dark Palace outside the palace, and so on. These records were once again sealed in one place. The second key was in the hands of the current leader of the Dark Palace. The third was in the hands of Lu Sobbing. The third was in the hands of one of Lu Sobbing's younger brothers or his father's old faction. Therefore, regardless of the outcome, the only path Luo Changxiu could take to return to the Ming Palace was the Vermillion Bird Hall. Tang Xiao would help me kill him. "

When Huan Wang heard his last sentence about the Puppet Palace, he was slightly taken aback, but he quickly recovered and replied, "So what you're saying is that Luo Changxiu will definitely die?"

Zhao Qingyan nodded. "No doubt about it."

Prince Huan opened his mouth to ask something, but realized that there was no way to ask. He could only nod his head. "En, continue."

Zhao Qingyan said, "In other words, if Elder Luo were to come out, he would be no more a threat to the empty Ming Palace. He would be no different from a bird with its wings cut off. Whether it is the Luo Changxiu who may have survived but lost an arm or the branch who is struggling in death, the Dark Palace will take care of it, so we don't have to worry about the future anymore. Right now, all we need to do is to inform Imperial Uncle that the Puppet Palace has also been cleared and that the real culprit who killed Lord Bao has already been executed. "