Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

But when she was about to jump into the secret room, Mu Ziling thought about it, and then rearranged the quilt sheets that had just been thrown into a mess by Long Xiaoyu, and then let the open square wooden plank rest on the quilt, while she put her hands on the wooden plank, and jumped into the secret room.

As Mu Ziling disappeared against the wooden board, the bed also returned to its original appearance, without any clues appearing.

The secret room was really dark, the moment Mu Ziling jumped in, she couldn't feel the bottom at all, but before she landed, Long Xiaoyu had already firmly caught her.

Leaving from Long Xiaoyu's embrace, Mu Ziling looked around, and the surroundings were completely dark without any light.

"This seems to be an underground secret room. How could there be such a place in the palace?" Mu Ziling muttered, taking out a fire pocket and blowing it on.

Under the illumination of Huozhezi, what came into view was a small jade gate that could only allow one person to enter and exit. From the location of the jade gate, it can be seen that this should be the direct entrance to this secret room, and it is unknown where the jade gate leads.

Long Xiaoyu led Mu Ziling inside.

After walking a few steps, Long Xiaoyu suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Mu Ziling turned to look at him puzzled, but was attracted by the concave wall beside him.

"This..." Mu Ziling was startled.

I saw a strange white light scattered on the wall, under the white light there was only a picture scroll shining, what surprised Mu Ziling was not the strange white light without any light exposed, but the picture scroll under the white light.

The painting on the scroll is a woman, and this woman is none other than her true self, to be exact, the one who was not delicate at first.

"How can there be my painting here? It's still the same as before?" Mu Ziling leaned over strangely, looked at it for a while, and couldn't help admiring: "Not to mention, this painting is quite real, very vivid, and it looks like the one taken by the camera. It seems that the person who drew this painting is not only a master, but also a person who knows me very well."

As he said that, Mu Ziling didn't notice the change in the face of a certain evildoer beside him at all, and nudged him with his elbow: "Look, did you draw it with me—"

In the end, the words "you have a fight" failed to come out of Mu Ziling's mouth, Long Xiaoyu's big palm suddenly grabbed her hand holding the fire folder, and then used her hand to move the still burning fire folder towards the scroll.

"What are you doing?" Mu Ziling shivered, and subconsciously withdrew her hand.

With a dark face, Long Xiaoyu spit out two words in a cold tone: "Burn."

Mu Ziling was puzzled: "Why burn paintings for no reason?"

Long Xiaoyu pulled her into his arms with one hand, and his tone of voice was very gentle, but there was a hint of overbearing domineering: "My woman, even if it is a portrait, no one else can covet her."

Unexpectedly, this monster with a mind smaller than the eye of a needle would commit possessiveness anytime and anywhere. Mu Ziling was immediately annoyed and amused: "How do you know that my portrait hanging here is coveted? Look at the posture of this painting, and the position of the white light. Maybe I was enshrined as a Bodhisattva, so I almost put some tribute and put incense on it."

After a pause, she raised her hand to wipe the small platform under the scroll, and put her clean fingers in front of Long Xiaoyu: "Look at the cleanliness of this place, people must come here often, and we haven't figured out what's hidden in this secret room. You're going to burn the painting, aren't you trying to startle the snake?"

At the same time when Mu Ziling finished speaking, Long Xiaoyu seemed to be aware of something suddenly, his eyebrows moved slightly, and in the next second he extinguished Huo Zhezi.

"..." Before Mu Ziling could open her mouth to ask what was going on, she felt a tightness around her waist, and then her whole body was carried up by Long Xiaoyu, and finally the two of them stuck together in an unknown corner on the half wall.

Mu Ziling, who was covered in darkness again, didn't quite understand what was going on, she moved her lips, and was about to speak, but before she could make a sound, her lips were tightly blocked by a touch of coolness.

Mu Ziling, who was blocked by Long Xiaoyu's lips, let out a muffled sound, but before she could finish her muffled voice, the sound of the jade gate slowly sliding open suddenly came from below.

Although it was too dark to see the situation, Mu Ziling also realized that someone was coming, she didn't dare to make any noise immediately, and let the evildoer beside her eat her own tofu.

The sound of the jade door sliding stopped quickly, followed by the sound of subtle footsteps.

After a few steps, the sound of footsteps disappeared, and then Mu Ziling, who was trapped in the darkness, a gleam of light lit up from the corner of his eyes.

It was the man who lit the wall lamp.

Mu Ziling's breathing was slightly concentrated, afraid that they would be discovered because of this, but she soon felt relieved.

Because the place where they were was in a half-dead corner, if the person below hadn't deliberately looked up, it would be difficult to detect their existence.

And so it is.

The man didn't seem to have thought that there would be someone hiding in a corner of the secret room at all. He walked in with ease while lighting the wall lamp.

When they reached the place where Mu Ziling and the others had just stopped, that person also stopped.

The man stared at the picture scroll on the concave wall for a long time, then lit the wall lamp next to him, and then turned on the lamp, and then another stone door was slowly opened.

Because of the angle, Mu Ziling could barely catch a glimpse of the man's back from the corner of his eye, but he couldn't see the front.

It wasn't until the person turned the lamp mechanism and entered inside that Mu Ziling was slightly relieved. She angrily pushed the evildoer who had taken advantage of her, and asked in a low voice, "Did you see who that person is?"

Long Xiaoyu lingered on her moist lips for a while before asking in a reminding way: "Can you see the embroidery on his clothes?"

"It seems to be... dragon patterns..." Mu Ziling tilted his head and thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "The clothes can be embroidered with dragon patterns... Long Xiaonan? No way?"

Although he guessed it and was probably sure, Mu Ziling still didn't believe it.

But soon, this fact is in front of us.

Then Mu Ziling and Long Xiaoyu also quietly followed into the stone room.

Compared with the dark room outside, the inside looks more like an underdeveloped stone cave, with uneven and crooked stone pillars standing rustling in the dimly lit cave.

It was also because of these stone pillars that they well covered Mu Ziling and Long Xiaoyu's figures. Although they were hiding, their mentality and aura were extremely calm, making it impossible for people to notice.

At this moment, a weak and surprised voice suddenly sounded.

"It's...it's you?!"

Hearing the sound, Mu Ziling felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, secretly poked his head out, glanced at the source of the sound, and unexpectedly saw another person in the cave, sitting weakly on the stone pillar.

The man's feet were chained with arm-thick iron chains. He had probably been imprisoned here for a while. His hair was messed up and his clothes were dirty.

To Mu Ziling's surprise, the person who was chained was actually Long Xiaoli who had disappeared for a long time because of the murder of the king and father.

At this moment, the person standing in front of Long Xiaoli is also the person who just came in. Although this person is just a profile, Mu Ziling still recognizes it at a glance, it is really Long Xiaonan.

Contrasted with Long Xiaoli's beggar-like embarrassment, Long Xiaonan is dressed in a white robe, spotless, no matter how he moves, no matter what is written between the lines, there is a gentle and elegant temperament everywhere.

"Brother Emperor has suffered a lot during these days, but in the end you have committed a big mistake that cannot be tolerated by God. The reason why I didn't execute you, but kept you here secretly is out of consideration for brotherhood, and it is also a helpless act."

Long Xiaoli didn't seem to listen to the words at all, but he still caught a key word "zhen" in Long Xiaonan's seemingly apologetic and magnanimous words.

"You—" Long Xiaoli raised her eyes, looked around Long Xiaonan with a dark gaze, and suddenly laughed ironically: "Hahaha... I didn't expect that this prince has planned to fight for power for a long time.

Long Xiaoli didn't know how long he had been imprisoned here, nor did he know how earth-shaking changes had taken place in the outside world, he only knew that the person standing in front of him, the king standing there, was a great irony to him.

Over the years, because of Long Xiaoyu's excellence, and because of Long Xiaoyu's rising power, he has always regarded Long Xiaoyu as the biggest stumbling block on his way to success, and he only thought about how to fight Long Xiaoyu, and did not pay attention to other people who were expected to seize power, especially Long Xiaonan, who had rarely shown himself due to brain disease.

Because he has always been confident that even if Long Xiaonan picked up his crown prince position, it would only exist in name only, but he never expected that this person whom he has been ignoring and looking down on all this time, would stand in front of him at this moment.

emperor! Long Xiaonan became the emperor, standing in the position he had always dreamed of.

How ironic, how ridiculous... Long Xiaoli almost tried his best to laugh with his head up, with deep self-mockery and hopeless sadness in his laugh.

Because he knew very well that the moment he fell into Long Xiaonan's hands, he had already been planted firmly, the kind that he could never get up again, just like all the hard work and dedication in the past, all wasted and never returned.

Long Xiaonan didn't seem to care about the rampant attitude of Long Xiaoli's subordinates, he waited until his laughter gradually weakened, and then said softly: "I don't know if the suffering of these days can make the eldest brother have the heart to return when he is lost?"

"Stop biting words here, cats cry and rats pretend to be merciful, kill or cut up casually." In Long Xiaoli's eyes, Long Xiaonan, who is now dressed in glory, is a hypocrite who stabs a knife in the back, a real villain, even if there is endless resentment in his heart, there is nothing he can do about it.

Long Xiaonan sighed helplessly: "Brother, don't you understand? If I really want to do something to you, I won't lock you up here where no one knows."

"Fake hypocrisy..." Long Xiaoli refused to enter, and then he seemed to read something in Long Xiaonan's words, and asked again: "What do you want?"