C473 When He Was Seven Years Old

"Yan, how have you been?" At sunset, Mu Han came to a cell and stopped, quietly looking at a figure inside.

"This is really strange. The Emperor is not staying in the throne room. Yet, he came to this prison. Could it be that he came to ridicule me, this prisoner?" Within the Imperial Prison. The former Martial King Mu Yan was no longer as elegant as before. All that could be seen was his ragged clothes. His unkempt appearance was even worse than the most sloppy beggar in the city. He leaned against the wall and glanced at Mu Han indifferently. He said with neither sadness nor joy, "If that's the case. . . The Emperor could very well go back. Currently, Mu Yan was just a cripple. He will not give you any sense of superiority. "

Mu Han did not say anything. Instead, he mimicked his actions and sat down. He didn't care that the dust on the ground would stain his dragon robe, and placed a jar of strong liquor in front of him. He slapped away the mud on the jar and took a few big gulps. He pushed the liquor into the cage and smiled with emotion. "Yan, he said. Accompany Big Brother to drink one more time. "

In the cell, a strange look flashed across Mu Yan's eyes. However, he covered it up with a sneer. He picked up the wine that Mu Han had pushed over and took a few sips. He pushed it back and said in a mocking tone, "What? After becoming the Emperor, you have fallen to the point where you don't even have a person to drink with? You actually came to the Imperial Prison to find me, a loser who was once defeated by you. How ironic. "

" Yan, you know that the throne isn't suitable for me to sit on. " Mu Han drank a few more mouthfuls of wine and smiled sadly.

"Huh, is this still the Mu Han I know? People often say that people walk towards higher places, but why do you become less and less like before when you walk to the highest place?" Mu Yan laughed and said, "Could it be that there is something more difficult to deal with for you than me?"

Mu Han did not answer but asked instead. "Yan, what do you want the most in your life?"

Mu Yan sneered, "Of course it is supreme power. "

"If one day you must make a choice between power and life, which one will you choose?" Mu Han paused and said, "Choose power, or life?"

Mu Yan was stunned and then said fiercely, "I will not choose any one, because I want power and life. I cannot miss any one!"

"You don't want to make a choice?" Mu Han was silent for a long time. After a while, he laughed and said, "Yan, I did not see the wrong person. "

"What do you mean?" Mu Yan immediately raised his eyebrows, not understanding why he said that.

Mu Han shook his head and said: "Yan, we are actually the same kind of people. The only difference is that you are more suitable to be the Emperor than me. "

Mu Yan said with a sneer, "The only unchanging truth in this world is that the winner takes all. Mu Han. Between you and me, you are the winner and I am the loser. Even if you are no longer suitable to be the Emperor, the world will always be yours. And I am just a loser. To a loser, I can't even keep my life. How can I be called an emperor? "

"Some people sit in high positions to satisfy themselves, while others sit in high positions to benefit others. For the former, a high position is everything, and for the latter, a high position is a restriction. " Speaking up to this point, Mu Han sighed and said, "Yan, why don't you take the throne?"

"Are you talking to me?" Unexpectedly, Mu Yan's voice suddenly became terrifyingly low.

Mu Han smiled bitterly. "Is there anyone else here?"

"Mu Han!"

To his surprise, not only was there not a trace of surprise on Mu Yan's face when he heard what he said, Instead, he felt that he had suffered a great humiliation. He flew into a rage and said, "Who do you think I, Mu Yan, am? Those lowly beggars outside? Ha, that's right. I, Mu Yan, do want a lot of things, but I will not ask for charity from others! Quickly put away your cheap sympathy. Do you think that I will be grateful to you just because of this? Stop dreaming! If you really dare to do that, I will definitely break your neck at the first possible moment. "

Mu Yan tightly grabbed the bars of the cell. His expression was ferocious to the extreme. He growled in a low voice," Mu Han, do you know that what I hate most is not you suppressing me everywhere, but your character of not fighting for anything. Because the more you don't fight for it, the more unwilling I am to lose to someone like you! "

"But I never thought of winning against you. " Mu Han looked up faintly and said with a sense of loss, "Yan, my biggest wish in my life is to be defeated by you fair and square once. Now the opportunity has finally come. "

"This country is destined to have no development in my hands. If it was you, I think Yaen Kingdom would definitely walk towards glory. " After saying that, Mu Han turned around, waved his hand at Mu Yan and said, "Yan, I will leave Yaen Kingdom to you. From tomorrow onwards, you will be the new Emperor of Great Yaen. "

"Mu Han! You are a madman, a coward!"

In the cell, Mu Yan was screaming in anger, but it did not help him. He could only lean against the wall. After a while, his face suddenly showed a trace of helplessness and a bitter smile. "Brother, why are you still so stupid?"

Looking at Mu Han's back, which was gradually disappearing without a trace of nostalgia, Mu Yan's thoughts flew. He vaguely remembered the year when he was seven.

"Yan, come and chase me. If you catch up, I will give you this Windling. "

Outside the Cosmos Palace, Mu Yan looked at the exquisite Windling in Mu Han's hand. A trace of envy flashed across his eyes. When he heard what Mu Han said, He hurriedly waved his little hand to chase after Mu Han, but he was still a child. His movements were clumsy and cute. He slipped and fell to the ground, and at this moment. . . Mu Han had already run away, and Mu Yan's little face was full of sadness.

"Ding Ling ~"

The wind bell rang again. Mu Yan looked up in surprise and saw Mu Han coming back. He squatted next to Mu Han with the wind bell and smiled brightly. "Silly little brother, I'm playing with you. Take it. "

As he said that, he handed Windling over. Mu Yan took the bell and shook it a few times. The crisp sound immediately swept away the depression in his heart. His big black and white eyes instantly curved into a shallow crescent moon. Mu Han, who was beside him, was also full of smiles.

Recalling the warm scene here, Mu Yan leaned against the wall and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

The scene changed and Mu Han had already disappeared. In his place was Royal Father, Mu Che's smiling face. Mu Yan hurriedly hid Windling behind him and a trace of panic flashed across his small face.

"What are you hiding behind?" Mu Che asked with a stern face.

"Nothing. . . Nothing. " Mu Yan gritted his teeth and replied. Sweat almost seeped out of the tip of his nose. His small hands subconsciously tightened their grip on Windling, but he accidentally made a "Ding Ling" sound.

Mu Yan knew that Royal Father never liked collecting these toys. If he knew that his brother gave them to him, he would definitely punish him severely. Thinking of this, he shook his head and shut his little mouth tightly, looking like a little adult.

"Mu Han gave it to you, right?" Mu Che immediately guessed that there was no one else besides Mu Han. He snorted and said, "This useless kid always thinks about how to have fun. I will teach him a lesson later!"