Du Muhan once told me more than once how good brothers he and the current emperor were once. They grew up together and spent many happy times.

But now, for the sake of power, the two brothers still turn against each other.

This is the royal family.

Of course, even if Du Muhan is not under house arrest, there are probably not many people who dare to get close to him.

After all, if the emperor in the dynasty is not a business, even if you are too close to the prince, you will easily be suspicious.

The emperor of the dynasty is still here, so what's your intention to be so enthusiastic about this person?

Are you going to rebel?

There are some things that the emperor would rather believe in than not.

In fact, I feel that Du Muhan's return may have caused some people who are depressed and unsuccessful to have their minds to fluctuate. But no one dares to emerge at this time, but it is true.

After all, if Dumu Khan really pushes him to return to the throne, he will follow the Dragon’s merit, which will be a great contribution.

Of course, I understand such a simple truth, so the emperor today must understand even more.

Therefore, Du Muhan's existence was like a thorn in his eyes and a thorn in his flesh.

How can you allow others to snore when you lie on your side?

Lao Cao's words are the most appropriate to describe the mood of the emperor today.

However, Dumuhan now has the support of the empress dowager and has restored his identity as a royal family. As Dumuhan's brother, although he, the emperor, has the power to kill him openly.

So, putting Dumuhan in house arrest is a good way.

The reason why I have such speculation is definitely not an unprovoked association. After observing around this palace for a while, I found that there were actually many powerful warriors in this mansion.

These samurai were well-equipped and alert, and they almost discovered my peeping several times.

Moreover, what I care even more is that there is a guy dressed as a housekeeper who is actually holding a dead soldier in his hand and wandering around the yard.

This is intriguing. Even among the royal family, the dead are very rare.

Although the proportion of disabled children in the royal family is very high, it is very rare to be successfully trained to become dead soldiers.

Such dead soldiers are usually in the army.

Now that Du Muhan has just returned, there is such an existence in his royal palace. Who is this to guard against?

The mansion was indeed heavily guarded, but I decided to sneak in and meet Dumuhan.

Although the death warrior is far stronger than me, this guy is mentally retarded and has low intelligence. As long as I am not discovered and don’t fight it, there may not be any problem.

My skills, if I just dive in, I still have a chance.

However, this also requires a proper time.

I hid in the nearby bushes and quietly waited.

After waiting for seven or eight hours, I saw that it was getting dark and the patrol guards also started to change shifts and were about to rest. I finally breathed a sigh of relief and realized that my opportunity had come.

My body moved, like a shadow in the dark night, quickly entering the palace of the prince.

From the outside, this palace is magnificent and luxurious, but after climbing over the wall, I noticed that the interior of the palace seemed very cold and desolate.

The place I entered was a garden. This garden has not been built for many years, and the weeds are growing wildly, making it a desolate scene.

I stood there, and the weeds could grow as high as my belly.

Moreover, a pool in the garden is also filled with fallen leaves and debris.

It can be seen that this place has probably been abandoned for many years.

Such a place was given to Du Muhan, but the guards didn't even mean to clean it. This kid's situation was evident.

Under the dark night, under the weeds, I moved lightly, as hidden as a bobcat.

After a while, I entered the master bedroom of this mansion.

But what surprised me was that the lights in the master bedroom were turned off, and after entering, it was empty inside, and there was no sign of Du Muhan at all.

And after careful observation, I felt even more helpless.

Judging from the size and style of some clothes in the room, I am afraid that the person who lives here is not Du Muhan, but the officer who looks like a butler.

After leaving the room, I searched around and saw Du Muhan's shadow in a woodshed where the people lived.

The wood-room was very small, Dumusang was big and sleeping in it, and he couldn't even stretch his legs.

I'm going, this is really a dragon trapped in the shallows and a shrimp show, and a tiger trapped in the flat sun and was bullied by a dog!

Du Muhan, as the royal blood of the lizard man, has a very noble status. He used to be a king, but now he has been seized by a mere housekeeper and can only curl up in a firewood as big as a palm.

I couldn't help but think of the poems of Li Yu, a descendant of the Southern Tang Dynasty, who was the devastated king.

The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but the red faces are changed.

I believe that only Du Muhan can deeply understand the infinite desolation in this sentence.

When I came to the woodshed, Dumuhan was sitting on the small bed, holding a glass of wine, silently shed tears at the moon, and gently sang a beautiful nursery rhyme of the lizard man, as if recalling something.

While singing, he slowly drank the wine in his glass.

However, when I got closer, I found that there was no wine in the glass at all, just some bland and tasteless well water.

Even a glass of wine was just a glass of wine, and those people were reluctant to give it to him.

After seeing me appear, Du Muhan was surprised and happy, and quickly threw away the cup in his hand and hugged me.

"Good buddy, they all said you were dead and showed me your body. I don't know how regretful I was! I didn't expect you to be alive, it's so great!"

He sighed.

In this situation, our brothers in distress are only alive. This incident has comforted us a little.

However, I smiled bitterly on my face, but it seemed that there was a breath of anger in my heart.

During this period, Dumuhan and I have experienced a lot of hardships.

It’s nothing to travel thousands of miles from other places to the capital.

These days I have been imprisoned in a drought prison and have been tortured. The people of today's emperors are also chasing me in every way.

I haven't asked what Dumuhan has encountered these days, but I'm afraid it's not easy.

All of this made me extremely dissatisfied.

A stagnant aura lingers on it.

I can't help but not let out this tone!

A bold idea came to my mind.

Under the moonlight, after hesitating for a long time, I couldn't help but take a deep breath and couldn't help asking Du Muhan: "Do you want to grab the thing that originally belonged to you?"
Chapter completed!