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This was once the sleeping palace of the late emperor and his successors, both of whom died. That night, Xuan Wumian's fate was completely rewritten.

He was taken away by Xiao Peiyao, and he has lived a dark life ever since.

No one even remembered him. He was like an imprisoned beast, locked in a cage, and lost his freedom.

Xiao Peiyao would send someone to add a small amount of Mongolian perspiration medicine to his meals to numb his mind, making him drowsy all day long, and eventually he would become dementia.

No one could have predicted that he would finally break through the cage and fight back forcefully.

It all depends on Dou Wenjing, who also paid a painful price for protecting Xuan Wumian.

No one knows that he and Xuan Wumian are good playmates, they have special ways to find each other.Unexpectedly, a little joke in childhood would come in handy at a critical moment.

It was only then that Xuan Wumian had a relationship with Dou Wenjing, and the two had a long-term discussion.

When he walked out of the dark hell, he killed the maids and eunuchs who had abused him before.

This is how the legend of blood flowing into rivers in the imperial palace came into being. This is a little bit of justice he sought for himself.

Although the method is brutal, it can be regarded as a kind of catharsis.

"Mian'er, my poor child, come, come to the queen mother." She smiled kindly one after another, and waved to Xuan Wumian who was kneeling on the ground with a painful face.

Seeing his long-lost mother, Xuan Wumian smiled innocently like a child.He hurriedly got up and ran towards the direction where he was.

"Mother, mother, Mian'er misses you so much. Why did you leave Mian'er, Mian'er hurts so much, it hurts here." Xuan Wumian knelt in front of successively, pointing his slender fingers at the position of the heart.

The benevolent smile on Xia Xia's face suddenly subsided, and when he heard Xuan Wumian's confession, he looked helpless, and his eyes gradually turned red.

"My poor child, you are useless as a queen mother. I can't wait for you to grow up. I can't sit in the high hall and watch you marry a wife, and I can't see you becoming a father." Regret was on her face one after another, and tears were wet. placket.

Xuan Wumian hugged successively and leaned against her chest.

"Xiao Peiyao locked Mian'er in a cage. That bedroom was the nightmare of my son's first life. It was dark, and there were always bursts of ridicule at night, intermittently, one after another. Mother, son really miss you, mother, will you come again?" Would you like to take a look at Erchen?" Xuan Wumian could no longer tell that everything was his fantasy.

Before waiting for successive answers, her image disappeared like a phantom.

He stretched out his hand to grab the sleeves of the front and back, but he couldn't grab it, and it was only when Zhou woke up that he realized that it was just his imagination.

"Mother, mother, Mian'er misses mother, why does mother refuse to come to see Mian'er? Is it possible that the mother will not rest in peace, Mian'er promises to avenge you. Mother, Mian'er wants to forget the pain so much. Recently, It's getting clearer and clearer." Xuan Wumian put his hands on his knees, with his head hanging down, with a dejected expression on his face.

The queen mother, Mian'er was really in pain. During those dark days, Mian'er thought about the queen mother, every time he gritted his teeth and opened his eyes, he was afraid that if he fell asleep, he would never be able to wake up again.

But the queen mother, Mian'er's fear is increasing day by day, it seems that she has never forgotten this fear.

Except when he was with Ling Xiang'er, Erchen could get a little rest. After his mother, Erchen really wanted to end this difficult darkness as soon as possible.

Dou Wenjing, who was outside the forbidden area, knew that Xuan Wumian's temperament would change drastically when he entered. Sure enough, he quickly pushed open the closed palace door, and saw Xuan Wumian holding a dagger in his hand, and the dagger had already pierced into his abdomen.

"Huang..." Dou Wenjing strode forward, pulled out the saber from his waist, and swung away the dagger in Xuan Wumian's hand.

The dagger fell to the ground and made a crisp impact sound, only then did Xuan Wumian come back to his senses.

His legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground on one knee.

Stretched out a big palm and grabbed Dou Wenjing's sleeve, "Keep quiet, I'm fine."

Xuan Wumian opened his mouth weakly, and covered his bleeding abdomen with his big palm.

"Jingluan, why bother? You shouldn't be torturing yourself like this, all that has already ceased to exist when you ascended the throne." Dou Wenjing also knelt on the ground, calling Xuan Wumian directly.

When Xuan Wumian was most vulnerable, Dou Wenjing would call him Jingluan directly.

When they were young, they studied with the same Taifu, and the Taifu took their sons for them, and no one knew about them except the Taifu and their parents.

"Yechen, I don't want to relive the nightmare either. However, the nightmare has never left." Xuan Wumian mocked himself.

Dou Wenjing took out silk from his bosom, pressed it on Xuan Wumian's wound, and then took out a bottle of golden sore medicine from his bosom.

He is a general, and it is common for him to be injured. He is probably used to it, and he will always wear golden sore medicine on his body.

"Stop the bleeding first!" Dou Wenjing didn't say any more, and asked Xuan Wumian to stop the bleeding first.

Xuan Wumian did not refuse, he sat on the ground instead, leaning on the table leg, and Dou Wenjing personally applied the medicine for him.

"Jingluan, you can't think about the past, if you still can't let it go, even if you kill Xiao Peiyao, your heart disease will still exist." Dou Wenjing asked Xuan Wumian not to come to the forbidden area again.

Every time he came to the forbidden area, Xuan Wumian would lose control.

Xuan Wumian was a little groggy without answering Dou Wenjing's words.

"It's sunny and sunny, and my mother always prepares the paper kites that I have drawn in advance. Once I leave the get out of class from the Taifu, she will take me to the imperial garden to release the paper kites. Ye Yan, do you know why I miss my mother so much today?" Ling Xiang'er also had a painful past, but she didn't show it at all." Xuan Wumian thought of Rong Luo talking about Ling Xiang'er's life experience.

So it was, no wonder he was so out of control today.

"A person cannot be brought back to life after death. If you are like this, you will have knowledge one after another, and you will die with regret." Dou Wenjing didn't want to see Xuan Wumian sunk deep in memories.

The living will always live, and the dead are already dead.

Xuan Wumian clutched the wound that had been treated with golden sore medicine, and slowly got up from the ground.Dou Wenjing also got up and stood beside him.

"Huang, if you want to kill Xiao Peiyao, there is still a long way to go. The gangsters behind her have not been found yet, doesn't the emperor want to?" Dou Wenjing asked Xuan Wumian to cheer up.

Xuan Wumian had to pay a huge price to fight against Xiao Peiyao's fuel-efficient lamp to the end.

After the careful diagnosis by Imperial Physician Chen, Ling Xiang'er's condition has improved and stabilized for the time being.

Rong Luo sat beside her, taking care of her carefully.

After hearing about Ling Xiang'er from Rong Luo, Xuan Wumian left Fengyi Pavilion with a solemn expression without saying a word.

I really don't understand why he wants to know about Ling Xiang'er's little-known court life in Nanjun Kingdom.

This has no effect on Xuan Wumian at all, Rong Luo does not understand what Xuan Wumian is doing.

"Ahem..." Ling Xiang'er, who was lying on the bed, coughed.

Hearing Ling Xianger's cough, Rong Luo hurriedly came to his senses, and stepped forward to check if there was anything wrong with her.

Seeing Ling Xiang'er slowly opening her closed eyes, and seeing Rong Luo's familiar face, her heart eased a little.

"Rong Luo, pour me a glass of water." She was a little thirsty and wanted to drink some water to moisten her throat.

Ling Xianger's order prompted Rong Luo to get up in a hurry, poured a cup of hot tea for Ling Xianger, and handed it to her personally.

"Princess, drink slowly, if you don't have enough servants, I'll give you more." Rong Luo patted Ling Xiang'er on the back.

With hot tea to soothe her throat, Ling Xiang'er regained some strength.

She thought of the truth that Xuan Wumian said, and then looked at Rong Luo in front of her, and she had some plans in her heart.

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