binnovel Chapter 509: Darkness Breaks
Chapter 509: Darkness Breaks
(Night, Study Room of Zhenbei Marquis Mansion)
Lin Ci'an woke up with a startle from the familiar scent of agarwood. What his fingertips touched was not the fire of hell, but the undried red ink marks on the desk.
——He was reborn.
He stared at the smudged traces of cinnabar on the rice paper and suddenly laughed softly - how ridiculous, after a trip to the Palace of Yama, he ended up back in this den of wolves and tigers.
The moment I raised my eyes, I saw a white figure bending down to pick up the documents scattered on the ground.
The man's long hair was half-covered and fell on his shoulders like ink. The end of his hair was loosely tied with a plain silver ribbon, revealing half of his white jade-like neck.
After hearing the noise, she raised her head slightly, and the candlelight instantly flowed on her face: her eyebrows were as dark as distant mountains, and there was a small light brown mole at the end of her eye. Her pale lips were stained with a little blood due to coughing, like rouge crushed in the snow.
"Is the Marquis awake?" Chu Ziyu asked softly, his voice still trembling slightly from coughing.
Lin Ci'an's pupils shrank suddenly. The memories of the Golden Palace in his previous life surged up - there was also a person like this, dressed in white clothes, holding the poisoned wine with distinct knuckles, and when he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a blue-gray shadow under his eyes: "My Lord, it's time to set off."
At that time he even felt that this man's hands should be used to write and make tea, not to attend funerals.
"Come here." Lin Ci'an hooked his finger, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.
He clearly wanted to break this slender neck immediately, but when Chu Ziyu staggered towards him, he noticed that the jade pendant on his waist swayed slightly with his steps - it was a bamboo joint carved from black jade, which he had personally given to him three months ago.
"Come here." Lin Ci'an hooked his finger.
Chu Ziyu walked closer obediently, but was suddenly grabbed by the neck and pressed against the bookshelf three steps away. The celadon pen holder fell to the ground, and the broken porcelain flew everywhere.
"My Lord..." Chu Ziyu was forced to look up, his Adam's apple sliding fragilely in his palm. The wide white sleeves slid down to the elbows, revealing the pale blue veins on the wrist bones, like silk threads swimming under the ice.
Lin Ci'an stared at his lips which were gradually turning blue, and suddenly sneered: "With such a weak body, what would we do if he died accidentally in this winter?"
(System prompt: Blackening value 120/100, please handle with caution)
Chu Ziyu chuckled in his suffocation: "Ziyu... is just a knife of the Marquis... and died for the Marquis, which can be regarded as... a worthy death."
Lin Ci'an suddenly became irritated.
The image of this body in the previous life lying in the snow appeared before his eyes. It was also so fragile, but this time it was covered in red.
He loosened his grip for some unknown reason, but saw the blood foam coughed up by the man splashing on his sleeves, and he was still forcing himself to pick up the scattered memorials.
At this time, Chu Ziyu was still sorting out the plot transmitted by 6872 in his mind.
Lin Ci'an, Marquis of Zhenbei, commands 300,000 cavalrymen at the border and is a warlord feared by the imperial court.
He was betrayed by his most trusted adviser Chu Ziyu, taken to the Golden Palace, and buried with a cup of poisoned wine. Only when he died did he realize that he was of royal blood.
The original owner was the son of a criminal. He was accepted by Lin Ci'an because of his talent. In fact, he was a hidden chess piece sent by the emperor. His only younger brother was held hostage and threatened, but in fact, his younger brother had died many years ago.
The rebirth point, this is the third month since Chu Ziyu entered the mansion as a counselor.
Chu Ziyu slid to the ground, his thin back hit the bookshelf, he groaned, and a fishy-sweet taste surged in his throat.
He tilted his head and coughed twice, and spots of scarlet blood seeped out from between his fingers and fell on his white cuffs, like red plum blossoms in the snow.
"6872, when I coughed those two times, Xiao An saw that I didn't have any cough, so he must have felt sorry for me."
"Boss, I don't know whether I saw you or not, but look at me, your Darkness Value has exceeded 100."
"What do you know? Beating is love, scolding is love."
Lin Ci'an lowered his eyes to look at him, his gaze fell on the glaring red, and his brows frowned slightly.