The shouts of these people made Su Ziji slightly startled.
Glancing over, I saw these ghosts getting up one after another, following the shouts, all with surprise and excitement on their faces.
Some who were close and well-educated already bowed respectfully.
It's different for those who are far away and have low literacy.
"Ouch! My head!" A ghost had just put his head around his neck. Due to excitement, his hands shook and his head fell to the ground. It rolled several meters away!
The ghost screamed, hurriedly chased him out, fished out his head, and hurriedly put it on again.
"It's on backwards! It's on backwards!" A ghost nearby who was stuffing intestines into his stomach suddenly screamed speechlessly when he saw that its body started to spin around.
This time he was worried about other ghosts, and the intestines he had finally stuffed in slipped out again. He was so anxious that he couldn't care about other ghosts.
"It's put on right now!" The ghost who had put it on his head forcefully pulled it out again. This time he finally corrected the direction and put his head on right.
The other ghosts around, whose bodies were cut apart, also put their bodies back together in a hurry.
Some people are willing to help ghosts. After they have taken care of themselves, they quickly go to help other ghosts.
Some of them were not willing to help. After finishing their own work, they immediately stood up straight and looked at Su Ziji eagerly. Their expressions were respectful and they did not even dare to make a sound.
It was hard to say what Su Ziji was thinking, but his expression remained unchanged and he just walked by quietly.
When he walked over, the ghosts who had not yet prepared their bodies all calmed down, lined up with their companions with respectful expressions, and bowed together.
"I (servant) will welcome the prince back to his residence!"
Just like the wind sweeping over the rice fields, wherever you go you will fall in love with him.
"They think I am the prince." Su Ziji suddenly understood.
The smell of blood still permeated the air, and these ghosts who had mistakenly identified themselves as people still had terrifying faces, even if they tried their best to show their respectful side.
Su Ziji couldn't help but sigh in his heart and silently accepted their worship.
"They recognized me as the prince after I made him the grandson. Do they actually only recognize this status?"
They appear to be sane ghosts, but they are actually very different from living people.
If Su Ziji had some enlightenment, he tried to feel it, and he really felt the power lingering around him.
"The status of the prince and grandson are almost the same in their eyes?"
Su Ziji continued walking inside, and suddenly his eyes suddenly lit up, and a beautiful two-story wooden building appeared in front of him.
A sound of the piano floated over, and there seemed to be a woman singing along with the sound of the piano. There were no tall trees around, only grassland, small lakes, and wooden bridges, which were very elegant.
It seemed to be an elegant place that was different from the entire Prince's Mansion, and it matched the sound of the piano very well. Su Ziji stood there and listened quietly.
After a long time, Su Ziji opened his eyes and looked at the small building.
I saw the wooden door opening on the left and right, and several young women who looked like concubines and concubines filed out. They were all young and beautiful, with graceful figures. They were wearing pink and green clothes, with hairpins on their heads and hairpins, and their walking postures were swaying. posture.
Compared with the "people" outside, they don't seem to be in a miserable state of death, they are just like living people.
But when they get closer, you can see that their eyes are empty and their temperament is cold and pale. Only based on these, can you feel that they are not alive.
Su Ziji also smelled the faint smell of blood on their bodies, which was exactly the same smell as those "people" outside, except that their appearance and smell were more like living people.
These women walked up to Su Ziji in small steps and bowed respectfully.
But neither the attitude nor the etiquette he performed were the etiquette that should be performed toward the "master" of the Prince's Mansion.
They seemed not to have mistaken Su Ziji as the owner of the room. After bowing, they led the way into the building.
Others might have hesitated, but Su Ziji smiled and walked in directly.
As we approached the wooden building, the sound of the piano became more intense, and the tune gradually changed from melodious to a hint of anxiety and murder.
Su Ziji didn't say anything. Seeing these women retreat silently, they still lingered and listened.
"The prince is anxious and uneasy?"
"The sound of the piano is like the sound of the heart, what is he worried about?"
Just when this piece of music reached a critical point, it suddenly stopped with a snap, and the entire sound of the piano suddenly stopped and became silent.
The strings of the piano were broken, and the person playing the piano felt really uneasy.
Su Ziji was still watching silently, and the piano player slowly raised his head and looked towards him.
Sure enough, there was a man whose clothes were almost exactly the same as Su Ziji's. His face had slender eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and his manners were elegant and handsome. He was the prince.
The prince sighed and looked at the broken string with regret in his eyes, as if something hurt its own kind.
He waved his hand, saluted with the singing woman, and quietly left. Only the two of them looked at each other in the entire private room.
"You really changed the destiny and became the grandson of this dynasty." For a long time, the prince murmured, with a look of emotion and melancholy. It seemed that what he wanted to do came true, but his mood was extremely complicated.
Su Ziji did not speak, but looked at the former prince quietly. He understood the prince's complicated mood.
Although I feel resentment for my own death, do I really want to give up the entire Zheng Ji family to others?
Maybe the prince is wandering and regretting.
But, at this point, is there any way back?
There was silence in the room for a long time. The prince seemed to have woken up, smiled to himself, and asked: "The current situation is like this, do you want to start something?"
"The prince brought me here just to question me about this matter?"
"The major events that happen in the world cannot be hidden from ghosts and gods."
Su Ziji thought to himself, but was not afraid at all. He just pondered: "But even if you know all this, because of the constraints of heaven and earth, ordinary ghosts and gods cannot interfere with the progress of major events and the replacement of the throne.
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"The reason why he can bring me here and ask me these questions is because I have a deep relationship with him."
If all kinds of ghosts and gods can intervene and question, how can they get the crown prince?
I'm afraid the world has long been in chaos.
Because he knew this, Su Ziji was not worried about leaking the secret.
However, even if he desperately wanted to report the incident, Su Ziji had no choice.
After waiting for a while, when Su Ziji didn't reply, the prince didn't know what the person in front of him was thinking, but he became more and more anxious.
This person wants to cause trouble, but the murderous intention has already penetrated him through karma.
He had no way to stop it, and since he already had complicated feelings for his father, he didn't know how to stop it.
For a long time, the prince looked tired and helpless, and sighed, seeming to be mumbling to himself, but also seeming to be persuading: "You are already the grandson. No matter what the underground says, the throne has been determined. As long as you wait for a while, you can
If you succeed to the throne, why should you commit such acts of regicide and regicide..."
Before he said the next words, he felt a gaze that he couldn't ignore. He looked up and saw that the young man he had attracted was looking at him coldly. There was no indignation or resentment in his eyes, but instead a look.
Part pity, part surprise.
Under Su Ziji's eyes, the prince's words gradually weakened and he could no longer continue.
Su Ziji looked at the prince and couldn't help but sigh: "The emperor said that you were too generous and even timid. I didn't believe it at first. After hearing this, I felt that he was right."
"What happened back then was not your fault. It was just that your father wanted to take away your life. The causes and consequences are already very clear. Now it is even more so. There are many ghosts and gods. I don't know about many things. I don't want you to spend your strength and fate to pull me down.
, he actually said this."
Su Ziji made a move with his hand, and the sleeves of his Mianfu flew through the air: "The world is fighting for the dragon, and there is no way to achieve death. Now that things have happened, do you think I still have a way out?"
The prince couldn't help but say: "But, what if..."
"There are no buts and no what-ifs."
Su Ziji said calmly: "The emperor is the son of heaven, he has millions of soldiers, and the public opinion and the hearts of the people are in his hands. If we fight head-on, there will be no way out."
"The emperor has foresight. Once he has forced me to the point of despair, he will naturally be prepared to prevent me from jumping over the wall in a hurry. If I try to do something again at that time, I will only seek my own death. I have also given the emperor the honor of being righteous."
"The only chance of victory is when not only you, but most people, including the emperor, think that I still have a lot of room for improvement, and I suddenly mutiny."
"You regard the emperor as your father, the overall situation, and your king's father. Therefore, you look forward and backward, and hesitate to make decisions. That's because you love and respect him."
"And I don't love him or respect him. Not to mention that I didn't kill him wrongly, so what if I killed him wrongly?"
"You don't have to persuade me, I've already made up my mind."
"Is that so?" The prince murmured, his eyes misty.
The prince originally hated him. Day and night after his death, in this trapped little world, he deeply hated his father and his cold-blooded cruelty.
I have thought countless times that if I am given a chance, I will take revenge!
Any filial son or heir can be thrown away!
Almost all of his wives, concubines, men, teachers and friends, and his children died.
If the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, it is the fate of heaven and earth, so he will accept it.
No matter how miserable his death was, he would accept it.
Even if someone who originally hated him killed him, he would admit it.
As a prince, he cannot only have relatives and friends, but also many enemies. There will naturally be people who want to kill him. If he died in their hands, he would only feel aggrieved and regretful, but he would not hate him day and night.
Can't sleep.
Even if the person who kills him is someone else, someone he has helped, someone loyal to him, or someone who has nothing to do with him, the prince can accept it.
The human heart is in danger, this is a lesson I learned when I was seven years old.
But the prince could not accept that the person who killed him turned out to be his father whom he respected the most.
When he knew that his father did not kill him because of misunderstanding or rebellion, but just to take away his life and destiny, his hatred almost reached its peak!
"You can kill me, but why kill my son, my beloved wife, and my subordinates?"
So the prince is willing to help Su Ziji, even if he knows that Su Ziji has ambitions, even if he knows that Su Ziji has problems, he feels that he can abandon everything for revenge!
He watched as Su Ziji gradually grew up and gained momentum, to the point where his father even felt afraid.
"Father, today is your day too!" The prince said happily, just like drinking iced tea in summer.
But when Su Ziji was about to kill his father, the prince hesitated again. For a moment, he suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he was reading and writing, and the emperor himself held him in his arms, holding his hand, stroke by stroke.
Write it down.
"Be happy with the world, worry with the world!"
"That's how you behave!"
My father's frown and deep sigh are still fresh in my memory... The prince's face turned pale, his body trembled, and he suddenly said: "Aren't you afraid that I will reveal the secret?"
If he tried his best to be killed by a thunderbolt, his body and soul were completely destroyed, and he would reveal the secret of the world, what should Su Ziji do?
Seeing Su Ziji frowning, he was about to speak. At this moment, a female voice came over, with a cold tone: "No, you can't reveal the secret!"
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