Prosperous advisors

Chapter 244 The death of King Ning, the situation is mysterious (2)
Murong An looked at him a little strangely, who in the world doesn't know that his sixth brother is Prince Gong?However, in recent years, few people have called Sixth Brother by the Sixth Prince.

Gu Xiuting said indifferently: "The sixth prince has just been stripped of his title by His Majesty. Of course, the seventh prince also includes you. In addition, there is also your mother and concubine... Mrs. Zhu, who is currently staying in the sky prison, waiting to be asked by another day." cut."

"What?" Murong An was shocked, clutching his throbbing forehead, Murong An stared at Gu Xiuting and said, "Why is this happening? Is it you?"

Gu Xiuting lowered his eyebrows and smiled lightly, "Seventh Prince, have you finally recovered?"

Murong An was stunned, his face full of disbelief.I don't know if it's because of what happened to my mother, concubine and elder brother or because the main messenger of all this is Gu Xiuting.After a long while, Murong An asked: "Since that's the case... what are you doing here now? You and Mu Qingyi are indeed on the same team. The last time you let her see you, the two of you secretly contacted each other? My lord." Really... really shouldn't..."

Gu Xiuting looked at him in pain with a calm expression.After a while, Murong An finally calmed down, looked at Gu Xiuting and said, "Since this is the case... Qingxuan, what are you doing here?"

Gu Xiuting raised his hand and put the teacup back on the seat, and said, "The Seventh Prince still doesn't understand? I am here now, naturally to see you off."

"See you off?" Murong An was startled, and said vigilantly, "You want to kill me?"

Gu Xiuting was noncommittal, but just looked at Murong An indifferently.Murong An is definitely not a person who is not afraid of death, he is more arrogant than others, more presumptuous because he has a powerful brother, because he is the prince.Once these are useless, he will only be more frightened and fearful than ordinary people.

"No..." Murong An struggled in fear, but was even more horrified to find that his body, which had not moved for many days, did not listen to his command at all.Couldn't even yell out loud for help.As long as you want to yell, the voice coming out of your throat will be hoarse and broken, and the voice is so low that it can't even come out of this inner room.

"Why is that so? The Seventh Prince has died once, hasn't he?" Gu Xiuting said indifferently.

Murong An shook his head violently, it was because he died once that he was even more afraid and disappointed, "Don't...Xiu Ting, Qing Xuan, let me go...I...I have treated you well these few years." Murong An Ann begged for mercy in a low voice.

Gu Xiuting looked at him, "Let you go? If I let you go, who will let go of my Ge'er, and who will let go of my Gu family?" Although Ge'er is still alive, Gu Xiuting will be ashamed whenever he thinks of what she has experienced. I feel like a knife is piercing my heart.Burning fire, what kind of pain is this?Even Gu Xiuting had never suffered such a crime.His little sister, the young lady of the Gu family who grew up with a lot of love and affection, what kind of determination and desperation does it take to throw herself into the flames without leaving her bones?

"Gu Yunge?" When mentioning Gu Yunge, Murong An habitually felt disgusted.But seeing the chill in Gu Xiuting's eyes, he quickly restrained himself, and said in a low voice: "No... Xiuting, I didn't kill Gu Yunge... It's none of my business that she died."

"I didn't come to listen to your nonsense." Gu Xiuting looked outside, and said: "It's getting late, and someone should come over in a while. Seventh Prince, please go."

"No..." Murong An stared fearfully at a teacup in Gu Xiuting's hand with a smile on his face, watched him pour the liquid from a small black bottle into the teacup, and then walked towards the bed .

If it was in the past, it would be difficult for Gu Xiuting, a frail scholar, to force Murong An to drink what was in his teacup.But it's different now, Murong An was seriously injured twice, and he just woke up after lying on the bed again, his head was in pain like it was about to explode when he moved too violently, and he didn't have much strength to struggle up.

Gu Xiuting pinched his chin effortlessly, and poured the water in the teacup slowly.

The medicine that Gu Xiuting used was not some complicated and weird poison, but it was prepared purely for the purpose of killing people.Therefore, the effect is also reflected very directly.As soon as the tea was drunk, Murong An felt a burning sensation rising from his stomach, as if his entire stomach was burned in an instant.Soon, this hotness turned into a severe colic, and a fishy sweet feeling hit his throat, and soon, black blood spilled from his lips.

Murong An's already disheartened face became even more gloomy.Soon, even the strength to struggle was gone.He could only stare blankly at the handsome man standing in front of the bed with a teacup in his hand, his thoughts seemed to return to many years ago in an instant.At that time, the indifferent man in front of him was still a handsome and gentle boy.At the Qionglin Banquet, the young champion in red was full of admiration and admiration for his extraordinary demeanor.At that time, Murong An was just a stubborn prince who was not valued by his father.

In the first place, did Gu Xiuting provoke Gu Xiuting because of his arrogance hidden under the calm and gentleness, or because of his father's praise and attention to him?He already can't tell the difference.I just remember...that year, in Shanglin Garden, under the flowers of Begonia, the red clothes were like fire...

"Qingxuan, I...I really..."

Gu Xiuting lowered her eyes, calmly watching the person in front of her go from initial fear to struggling and hopeless despair, to finally giving up and dejection.Murong An's originally gloomy eyes lost the last gleam of brilliance, and slowly closed them, and his chest, which was still heaving violently, quickly calmed down, and the room was completely peaceful.

Soon, the black blood stains that overflowed from Murong An's lips gradually disappeared.There always seems to be something original about someone's poison.At this time, Murong An looked like he died in his sleep rather than after suffering a lot of painful torture.

Gu Xiuting turned around and put the teacup back on the table, and walked out calmly.

The death of a prince would naturally not be a trivial matter, even if the prince had already been deprived of his title by the Emperor Hua and had been unconscious for nearly half a month, almost all the imperial physicians had confirmed that he would die.

Murong Yu, who was still contemplating behind closed doors, was released to copy the marriage for his younger brother.After all, now that Mrs. Zhu has been thrown into prison, the two Murong Yu brothers have completely fallen out of favor in front of the Emperor Hua.It is estimated that few princes are willing to take the trouble to organize the funeral for Murong An.

However, because of Murong An's identity, and also because of the Zhu family's previous affairs and the wedding of Princess Huaiyang and the Ninth Prince next month, Hua Huang also ordered that Murong An's funeral should be simplified and as soon as possible.This is definitely a grievance for a prince, but now no one would complain about Murong An.Even his own brother couldn't. For Murong Yu, Murong An's sudden death was also an opportunity. At least because of his reputation, Hua Huang couldn't continue to lock him up and prevent him from copying the funeral for his younger brother.

(End of this chapter)