"Uh... uh..."
Nangong Yongchang tried hard to open his mouth to refuse, but his throat seemed to be strangled and he couldn't spit out a word.
He knew clearly that Nangong Jing wanted to kill his father and usurp the throne!
"Father, looking at you like this, are you trying to reject your son?" Nangong Jing sneered, then picked up the hot teapot on the stove and poured all the water in the pot onto Nangong Yongchang.
laugh--! !
The burning and biting pain spread all over the body instantly!
Nangong Yongchang shivered in pain, big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his body continued to spasm.
Seeing Nangong Yongchang's expression getting more and more painful, Nangong Jing felt infinite pleasure in his heart. He slightly curled his lips and said in a calm tone: "Father, I know that you have always liked your ninth brother in your heart. In fact, I I also envy him. He has such a high level of cultivation at such a young age and even holds the position of prince. I don’t understand why he gets all the good things by himself!! But...it doesn’t matter now, he If he was hit by such a huge bolt of lightning, his body must have been dead."
"..." Hearing this, Nangong Yongchang felt a sharp pain in his heart. He used all his strength to raise his eyes and look at Nangong Jing, opening and closing his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
But Nangong Jing ignored him, and instead picked up the tea cup placed on the table beside him, took a sip, and continued: "Father, there is one more thing. I don't know whether I should tell you this. I was still worried before, but now I am no longer afraid.
Do you know, these days, I have been having a very hard time every day. I am afraid that your father will find out that it was I who poisoned my mother and concubine with the most poisonous medicine, so that my father and the ministers will attack my ninth brother. Erchen originally wanted to take this opportunity to get rid of him because of his suspicion, but now that he thinks about it, even God is helping Erchen, hahaha! ! "
"Well!!!!!"
After listening to Nangong Jing's words, Nangong Yongchang was completely shocked.
He never expected that the person who killed his beloved concubine was actually her biological son!
At that moment, Nangong Yongchang just wished he could rush up and slap Nangong Jing twice! !
"Haha..." Nangong Jing sneered, looking down at Nangong Yongchang who was lying on the bed, "Father, don't worry, I won't let you die, but with your current condition, I'm afraid you won't be able to preside over the government. From now on, I will leave the affairs of governing the government to my son. If you are obedient, my son may let you live a few more years. If you are not obedient, my son will feed it to your mother and concubine. I will feed you the medicine, and if you die, your son will be able to take over the throne and proclaim himself emperor immediately."
“!!!!!!”
Nangong Yongchang's eyes widened, his eyes bulged, and they were filled with red bloodshot eyes.
He had known that Nangong Jing had ambitions, but he did not expect that his ambitions would be so big. He had just fallen, and he would be so rough with him, completely ignoring the father-son relationship between him and himself.
"Uh uh uh……"
Nangong Yongchang tried his best to make a sound. He wanted to call someone, but the thunder outside was too loud and the dark clouds were covering him. Let alone calling someone, even if he exhausted all his strength, he could not say a word.
"Father." Nangong Jing curled his thin lips, came forward, stretched out his index finger, lifted Nangong Yongchang's chin, and said with a smile: "You don't have to look at me with such resentment. If you want to blame me, you can only blame me. It’s strange that Nangong Yueze is too good. His existence has seriously threatened Erchen’s position as the crown prince. Therefore, only if he dies can Erchen sit back and relax. Finally, Erchen would have to thank you. If you hadn’t insisted on letting him If you marry that so-called fairy, nothing else may happen."
"Cough...cough...cough..." Nangong Yongchang spit out a mouthful of blood, his chest heaved violently, and his eyes were fierce and resentful.
"Humph." Nangong Jing glanced at him indifferently, said nothing, turned around and searched for the jade seal in the palace.
Looking at Nangong Jing's back, Nangong Yongchang felt uncomfortable and regretful. He began to miss his ninth son crazily. If he were here, he would definitely not let this traitor behave like this.
However, it was already too late.
Even if he regrets it again, he can't reverse the situation.
After a cup of tea, Nangong Jing found the jade seal on the table under the dragon chair.
Seeing the jade seal, Nangong Jing's heart suddenly jumped for joy. He knew that as long as he had this thing, the entire Nebula Empire would be his.
After holding the jade seal in his palm, Nangong Jing slowly walked to Nangong Yongchang again.
"Father..." When Nangong Jing was only half a foot away from Nangong Yongchang, he suddenly reached out his hand, caressed Nangong Yongchang's cheek, curled his lips and said, "You must be in pain at this time, right? , yes, you can only breathe now, so I will keep this piece of jade seal for you first, so as not to be missed by others, hehehe..."
"Uh... uh..." After hearing this, Nangong Yongchang couldn't help but struggle again. Veins popped out all over his forehead and his whole body was shaking.
"Father, please don't make such terrible noises again. You are the king of a country after all. If others see you like this, wouldn't it be a shame? What's more, I still don't want you to die. I am the king of the country." You have to live well before you can successfully ascend the throne."
After saying that, Nangong Jing frowned in disgust, ignored Nangong Yongchang, turned around and walked out of the palace without looking back.
The moment he walked out of the dormitory door, the gentle smile on Nangong Jing's face instantly faded, replaced by a hint of sinister viciousness...
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Zixu Academy.
Mao Shi.
Jiuge opened his eyes from his sleep.
Since becoming a disciple, she moved to Yuanwu Hall where Helian Wenyan lived, practicing and living with other senior brothers.
Helian Wenyan has a total of six disciples, including Jiu Ge, there are exactly seven.
Among the seven, except Jiuge, the other six male disciples are: Qin Yuxuan, Li Feibai, Yang Wencheng, Han Yunyi, Zhao Feiyang, and Helian Wenyan's only son - Helian Yuanjie.
Among the seven, Qin Yuxuan is the oldest, thirty-five years old, and ranks first in cultivation among all disciples; Li Feibai, thirty-three years old, ranks second in cultivation; Yang Wencheng, twenty-nine years old, ranks second in cultivation; He is ranked fifth; Han Yunyi, 28 years old, ranks fourth in cultivation; Zhao Feiyang, 26 years old, ranks sixth in cultivation; Helian Yuanjie, 24 years old, ranks third in cultivation.
Over the years, Helian Wenyan has taught and cultivated the six of them with all his heart. Among the six, Qin Yuxuan, who has the highest level of cultivation, is already a seventh-level spiritual king, and Zhao Feiyang, who has the lowest level of cultivation, is also a seventh-level spiritual king. Fourth level spiritual saint.
The cultivation level of several people has far exceeded that of disciples of the same age.
"Little junior sister, are you awake?" Just as Jiuge sat up and was about to rub his sore head, two male voices suddenly came from outside the window.
"Who is outside?" Jiuge was stunned and quickly got up and put on his clothes.
Last night, she practiced swordplay with Nangong Yueze and forgot about the time. She didn't rush back to Yuanwu Hall until half past midnight. After that, she kept dreaming. Now she just feels dizzy and weak.
"Little junior sister, don't you remember us? I'm Zhao Feiyang, and junior brother Yuanjie and I came to see you for morning practice!" The man's voice came from the window again.
"It turns out to be Senior Brother Feiyang and Senior Brother Yuanjie!" Jiuge's face changed slightly and he quickly walked to the window and opened it.
At this moment, outside the window, two figures stood impressively.
The man who spoke was slightly older, with a strong scholarly air in his brows. Standing next to him was a handsome young man with extraordinary bearing. He was holding a folding fan, shaking it gently and slowly, giving people a look. A feeling of elegance and chic.
"Yuanjie, now that we have Junior Sister Jiuge, you are no longer the youngest among our senior brothers." Zhao Feiyang turned to Helian Yuanjie beside him and said.
"Tch." Helian Yuanjie raised his head proudly, glanced at Zhao Feiyang with disdain, and then turned his gaze back to Jiu Ge.
As the only son of Helian Wenyan, he grew up with fine clothes and fine food, and was taken care of by everyone. Even though his mother died young, he never suffered, but since meeting Jiu Ge, he began to feel that no one else in this world could No girl can compare with her.
He liked her not only because of her cultivation talent, but also because of her appearance and personality, which deeply attracted him.
"So you are my father who was clamoring to have a disciple three years ago?" Helian Yuanjie looked at Jiuge with a faint smile on his face.
"Senior Brother Yuanjie is joking." Jiuge said with a smile.
While speaking, she also glanced at Helian Yuanjie. Helian Wenyan was already seventy years old. Why was his son so young?
"Little junior sister, you don't have to look at him like this. Everyone who sees him for the first time thinks he is our master's grandson." Zhao Feiyang teased with a smile.
When Helian Yuanjie heard this, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him, "Humph, you damn fat sheep, I want you to mind your own business!"
"Fat Sheep? Feiyang?" After hearing the conversation between the two, Jiu Ge couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Although he looks very thin, he is called a "fat sheep"!
"Yuanjie, you have to embarrass me in front of little junior sister." Zhao Feiyang glared at him pretending to be angry, then turned to Jiuge and said: "Little junior sister, ignore him, I'm here to find you, yes I have something serious to tell you."
"Senior brother, what's the matter?" Jiuge blinked and asked.
Zhao Feiyang pointed to Helian Yuanjie beside him and continued: "Master told us last night that you will practice with us from now on. As for me, my cultivation level is not high, I am just a fourth-level spiritual saint. Ranked last among the six disciples, Yuan Jie’s cultivation is different. He is already a second-level spiritual king, much stronger than me."
"What, the second-level spiritual king!!" Hearing Zhao Feiyang's words, Jiu Ge's eyes widened. He was not yet twenty-five years old, but his cultivation had reached such a high level.
"Not only that, the bloodline of the Helian family is also extremely special. They can obtain the power of blood through cultivation. Therefore, Yuanjie's cultivation speed has always been much ahead of us." Zhao Feiyang added.
Hearing this, Jiuge suddenly nodded. This was the first time she heard about the power of blood. No wonder Helian Yuanjie was so powerful.
"Little junior sister, why don't you speak?" Seeing Jiuge being silent for a long time, Zhao Feiyang couldn't help but ask.
"It's not all your fault. You said so much and frightened the little junior sister." He Lian Yuanjie scolded angrily.
"Uh...don't I want my junior sister to know more about us..." Zhao Feiyang touched his nose and said coquettishly.
The corners of Jiuge's mouth twitched and he scratched his head in embarrassment, "Two senior brothers, don't get me wrong, I'm not scared... Since Master asked me to practice with you, I will follow your arrangements from now on."
"Okay, Junior Sister Jiuge, don't worry, we will protect you from now on, no one in Zixu Academy will dare to bully you." Helian Yuanjie said with a proud look on his face.
"Yeah." Jiuge pursed his lips and smiled, but did not continue talking.
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