The new emperor's enthronement ceremony, Helian Chuan was drugged, sat down on the dragon chair, looked at his feet, countless people fell down.

They have no faces, no expressions, and followed the long voice of Si Liguan, stiffly repeating every movement.

Like him, they are all puppets involuntarily, subject to people, and disobedience is death.

And they, much more fortunate than him, at least have the right to choose to die.

Zhuge Ru crazy, standing beside him, a rare pair of peach blossom eyes, filled with a violent look, that thick hatred, too late to cover, let Helianchuan see clearly. [

He was not afraid of being known by the new emperor.

In his eyes, Helian Chuan was nothing.

This throne, one step away from him, will be taken into the bag, but at this time, killing the unknown Helianchuan.

He was not as good as himself, but because he was a relative and son of the old emperor who had just died, he surpassed the outstanding Zhuge Ru crazy.

Such an ending, the thirteenth prince, where will he accept his fate?

On the wedding night, the witch Qingluan forced Helianchuan to swallow the red bee, ruined his voice, and sent a small team of men to secretly send him away.

Later, he avoided Zhuge Ru's mad pursuit, escaped stupidly from Yang Binguo, and finally came to Long Guangguo, stunned in front of Yizun's palace, met the mistress, and rescued him from Bitter sea, after a few years of stability.

He Lianchuan had no affection for Yang Binguo, auspicious to ask him to lead the army, he went, pouring hatred and anger on the intruder, never soft.

If it weren't for the Lingtong to later take out the red bee in his body, which attracted Zhuge Rukuang and Qingluan, he would never mention these things again.

"Your martial arts are good, you should have been practicing since you were young?" Xuanyuan Yao pointed out some doubts.