A man who lives in darkness is better than death,

It's her.

"Dark one." Chu Huai threw down his torture tools in some boredom, glanced at the person who had fainted in pain, and took back his eyes in every way.

"Your Majesty." the second Chu Huai's voice fell, a figure suddenly appeared and knelt on the ground.

"Give this child who came in today." Chu Huai said carelessly, as if it was a simple thing. Her eyes were a little lazy and cool. "She couldn't like this gift more."

Dark one silently thought about the body that had been cut into a different shape, and answered yes.

"At present, how many people in the harem are obviously abnormal?" Chu Huai asked.

"Three of them behaved strangely, four of them didn't find any problems, and two of them had changed their temperament." dark Wei replied flatly.

"Continue to observe, you can't miss a minute." the lips of the young emperor slightly provoked a vicious and threatening arc, and his cold black eyes were inhumane.

"Yes."

The bodyguard outside saw the young emperor coming out, greeted him quickly and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, do you want to continue the trial?"

"For so many years, she only occasionally said some illogical words, but she didn't mention anything else."

"Go on." Chu Huai said as he walked. He stood in front of the dark prison, like standing at the junction of light and darkness.

The deep darkness and bright light and shadow intertwined and fell on the young man, reflecting the face suddenly bright and dark, and the expression seems to be separated by a layer of yarn, which is invisible and incomprehensible.

After Chu Huai got out of the dark prison, he returned to the imperial study.

He slowly drew out a piece of white rice paper, and gently pulled the Black Embroidered sleeves of light gold, revealing a touch of delicate porcelain white wrist.

The young emperor stood there with his eyes lowered and his long eyelashes covered his eyes. His white and slender fingers stuck to a brush and painted on the white rice paper. The ink and ink were dizzy, reflecting the clear and slender joints of the young hand.

He wrote down three words slowly.

The interweaving of snow-white and pure black is particularly conspicuous on rice paper.

——Raiders.

Chu Huai stared at the three words and remained silent for a few seconds before he carelessly continued to write.

Every stroke makes a perfect stroke.

He wrote down these messages separately,

Three years ago.

Cheng perished.

Cheng Yaner.

Chu Huai's eyes were dark and treacherous. He looked at the black and white words and smiled gently. He didn't know what he was laughing at.

last,

He even crossed out all the words he wrote, and the ink was like an ink lotus. Those words were blurred.

Only two new words were left.

Impressively——

Yu Bai.

All the words have been crossed out, leaving only the name.

The young emperor gently rubbed the outline of the handwriting with his cold fingertips and whispered. He didn't know who he was talking to.

"Don't be you..."

Ten million

At this time,

The eunuch manager bent down and knelt on the cold Obsidian floor and said in a sharp voice, "Your Majesty, childe Yu has arrived at the palace."

Chu Huai paused slightly when he was writing. After a few seconds, he threw his brush aside and leaned back lazily.

The residual ink on the brush touched the name, slowly eroded, and finally fainted.

"Where is it?"

The eunuch manager knelt on the ground trembling and said, "Young Master Yu is with the eleventh Lord and needs a slave..."

"No need." before the eunuch manager finished, he was interrupted by Chu Huai's lazy and evil cunning. He slightly hooked an arc on the corners of his lips, picked up the action of pure black sleeves, and with some cold depression, "I'll find him."