June of the third year of Gengshi, Zhencheng. Recommended: Xuming's new work "The Old Chapter" http://www./4_4760/

The ceremony of ascension to the throne has ended. After a busy day, Liu Xiu returned to his bedroom, and his bones seemed to be about to break.

One set of complicated etiquette after another seems to be more exhausting than killing enemies on the battlefield.

But just as Liu Xiu was about to go to bed, a maid outside the door knocked on the door: "Your Majesty, the doctor ordered you to see him if you have something important."

"Doctor's Order?" Liu Xiu was stunned, and then he remembered that it was the official position he had just given to Wang Mu today. He was already exhausted and was about to let the maid pass the message, but his heart suddenly jumped and thought for a while: "Let him... go to the study and wait for me."

Liu Xiu hurriedly put on his clothes and walked towards the study. When he walked into the study, he saw Wang Mu sitting in the study waiting, with a strange smile on his face.

"What can't be said tomorrow? Do you really treat me as the emperor?" Liu Xiu complained softly and sat down opposite Wang Mu. With Wang Mu's relationship with him for many years and has been involved, he will naturally not be really dissatisfied. He is just venting his fatigue today.

"Do you want to listen to the truth?" Wang Mu smiled faintly: "The person I am loyal to, the emperor in my heart, is only the teacher from beginning to end!"

The complaining and dissatisfied expression on Liu Xiu gradually closed, and he raised his eyes to look at Wang Mu, with a serious expression.

He didn't know why Wang Mu said this to him at this moment.

"Are you... want to assassinate me...I... forget it, I'm better. I'm really not used to it." Liu Xiu laughed at herself and waved her hand casually.

"Of course not. I have said a long time ago that I have given up on killing you. Today, I just send you a letter." Wang Mu smiled and took out a silk scarf from his arms and handed it to Liu Xiu.

"This is..." Liu Xiu opened the silk scarf and glanced at it. The expression on his face suddenly became strange and strange.

He lowered his head, carefully read the contents of the silk towel several times before raising his head, and sweat had already appeared on his face: "Is this written by... your teacher?"

"Yes, before he died, he was on the verge of the stage." Wang Mu nodded: "At that time, he had a temporary idea and had no pen and ink at hand, so he could only write with his fingertips."

"Have you seen the content on this silk scarf?" Liu Xiu's face was extremely solemn.

"Of course not." Wang Mu smiled and shook his head: "Since the teacher's order is given to you, I will naturally not peek."

"Well..." Liu Xiu lowered his head and raised his head for a while: "Then... what you are going to do tonight has been done?"

"It's done." Wang Mu nodded and repeated: "Everything is done."

"Okay, I understand." Liu Xiu was silent for a moment: "Then, I won't give it to you."

"Let's send someone to send me off. I'm afraid... there's no possibility of leaving by myself." Wang Mu smiled, and then a stream of black blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

"You...what do you mean?" Liu Xiu looked at the black blood slowly flowing from the corner of Wang Mu's mouth, and his face was shocked: "You are poisonous?"

"Yes, before coming to find you." Wang Mu nodded, his eyes began to dissipate: "A cup of very mellow poisonous wine. I calculated the time quite accurately, and it's about to attack now."

"Why!" Liu Xiu grabbed Wang Mu's clothes excitedly: "Why do you want to take poison!"

"Remember what I said to you at the beginning? There is only one teacher whom I am loyal to from beginning to end." Wang Mu had a faint smile on his face: "I followed you just to follow the teacher's last wishes. Now, what he asked me to do has been done, and I no longer have the meaning of living."

"Meaning?" Liu Xiu widened his eyes: "Is the meaning of your life just for him? Have you never thought about this world in your heart?"

Wang Mu smiled and shook his head, and the black blood flowed out of his mouth became more and more: "The world I want to see is the world that the teacher has worked hard to build. However, the teacher is dead, and I will never have the chance to see it again in my lifetime. Since that is the case, why bother to be attached?"

"By the way..." Wang Mu looked at Liu Xiu's dull gaze and said arduously: "Before the teacher died, he recited two lines of poetry, and his heroic spirit was still awesome. Until today, it still makes me feel disappointed. Now, I will practice those two lines of poetry with the teacher."

Wang Mu's voice became lower and lower, but the smile on his face became stronger and stronger.

"This time...quantai... recruit old subordinates, 100,000 flags... kill Yan Luo!"

From Wang Mu's mouth, large swells of black blood began to gush out, and his eyes finally closed. However, the smile on his face never disappeared.

"Wang Mang...Wang Mang..."

Liu Xiu easily opened the hand that grabbed Wang Mu's chest, and watched his body gradually fall to the ground, his heart almost jumping out of his chest.

"What kind of person are you...?"

At this time, Liu Xiu only felt that the seal on the back of his neck suddenly became hot again. He reached out to touch the birthmark, remembering all the past experiences.

All of this seems to be related to the birthmark at the back of the neck...

As he thought, Liu Xiu's consciousness became blurred. He seemed to see the birthmark turning into a ball of red light, and then turned into a phoenix and human form.

In the dark, Liu Xiu seemed to hear an ancient voice echoing in his ears, gradually moving away...

"The chosen one is appointed by heaven!"
Chapter completed!