Douluo: Emperor of Light

Although he had only been away for a few days, when Qingyang returned to Tiandou City, he found that the atmosphere here was completely different.

Compared with the last time when people were panicking, although the surrounding atmosphere is still a bit tense now, at least it doesn't have that feeling of panic.

Qingyang traveled lightly and did not follow many people around him. Luo Ya and some others were left behind by him in Haotian Sect to deal with the remaining follow-up, so only the youngest Yan was with him.

There was also Tang Jiu who was brought back after provoking the Wuhun Palace.

"Why are there so many people around the book stand today?"

Seeing a group of people gathered in front of him, Tang Jiu couldn't help but ask doubtfully.

At this time, a man squeezed out from the crowd, holding the empire's current affairs report tightly in his hand, his face was delighted, and he revealed a strong interest.

When he grabbed this newspaper-like report and separated from the crowd, the owner of the bookstore, amidst the noise of the crowd, quickly and skillfully collected money and delivered the goods, while shouting loudly outside:

"There are forty copies left of Tiandou Daily. If you want to buy it, hurry up. Now you only need five copper soul coins. The price will increase after the stock is replenished!"

As soon as he shouted, several passers-by jumped in curiously, wanting to buy a copy.

To the residents of Tiandou City, five copper soul coins are nothing at all. One piece a day may not be worth it, but if you come here once in a while, it won't have any impact.

Among them, there were workers wearing work clothes, asking people nearby: "Is there any big event today? It's rare that Tiandou Daily is so popular."

The person who was asked looked impatient, even with a hint of contempt.

"It's a detailed report about Prince Xuexing and the royal family. You don't know about it? All kinds of gossip have been spread in Tiandou City."

The worker smiled awkwardly. As a resident of Tiandou, it was a shame to be ignorant of political current affairs. There was nothing in common with his usual bragging.

Although he has been busy with work recently, he has no time to pay attention to this, but in order to follow the mainstream, he still inserted himself into the crowd, hoping to grab a daily newspaper.

Qingyang and others saw such a scene not long after entering the city, which was why Tang Jiu was surprised.

"It seems that something special happened in Tiandou City."

Listening to the discussions of the residents of Tiandou City around him, Yan said speculatively.

In the Wuhun Hall, in addition to being taught by the soul master, he also had some ability to handle things and manage things, so he had his own judgment on this matter.

As soon as he finished speaking, another person looked at the daily newspaper and exclaimed:

"Prince Xue Xing assassinates Emperor Xue Ye!"

"Inciting courtiers to stage a coup!"

"I want to usurp the throne!"

The few people watching looked at each other, shocked but also suddenly enlightened.

It was difficult for them to recover from such a big matter, but as they were residents of Tiandou after all, they naturally had the ability to watch and enjoy the drama.

In other words, this kind of royal court affairs have become a kind of spice in their lives, and they have enough time for chatting and joking after dinner.

"No wonder the city was under martial law a few days ago and a lot of innocent people were arrested. It turned out that Xuexing wanted to usurp the throne. The younger brother murdered the older brother. This is really..."

When a person thinks of the past few days, he not only thinks about it.

"More than that, in addition to murdering his brother, he also wants to seize the throne of his nephew. This Xuexing is really a good uncle!"

Another person said angrily.

Voices of admiration and exclamation resounded on the streets from time to time, and various opinions emerged. These things seemed to have become a hot topic in Tiandou City in an instant.

Therefore, many residents who have heard about it but have never seen it have been affected by this and come to buy Tiandou Daily.

Qingyang thought for a while and saw Tang Jiu quickly inserting himself into the newsstand and using some tricks to grab a spot and buy Tiandou Daily.

After squeezing out of the crowd, I opened the daily newspaper and read it carefully, commenting from time to time.

"Xue Xing is such a miserable guy. He was deprived of his title and demoted to a commoner. He is also not allowed to join the royal family. He will not be able to bear it in the future."

Tang Jiu said with some gloating.

But suddenly, he saw Qingyang's gaze, and suddenly thought of himself, and instantly lost interest.

Tang Jiu tossed the daily newspaper casually and was caught by the curious Yan beside him, and then followed Qingyang dejectedly.

It is conceivable that when he arrives at the Wuhun Temple, what awaits him will definitely not be good. There seem to be only a few people in history who dare to smash the skylight of the Wuhun Temple.

Even the Haotian Sect can't protect him now.

"Did Prince Snow Star fail? It seems that some interesting things have happened in Tiandou City these days."

Qingyang smiled and took the two of them to the palace first.

Although the situation is not yet clear, there is no doubt that Xuexing is a loser in politics. Since the winning side must be the winner.

Combined with the previous news of Xue Ye's assassination, Qingyang had a premonition that Tiandou City was about to change.

In the palace, Xue Ye was lying on a soft big bed, her chest rising and falling gently.

Feeling his frail body, the piercing pain penetrated his heart from time to time. He knew that he did not have many days to live, and this had become an unchangeable fact.

Death, for the first time, came so close to him, waving to him, and the appearance of the God of Death seemed to be clearly visible.

But even though his body was so fragile, even though his reason told him to accept his fate, he still felt a strong sense of unwillingness in his heart.

I was only in my early forties, when I was at the right age and my abilities were mature, why did I collapse at this time?

Seeing that a loose alliance centered on the Tiandou Empire was about to be formed, it was time to do something big, but why didn't God allow him to do so?

Having tolerated the compromise for such a long time, under the pressure of various exchanges of power, it seemed that the passion in my heart was almost forgotten.

Destiny, this is the impermanence of nature.

"Father, what's wrong with you?"

Xue Luochuan on the side saw his father frowning, thinking that the other party wanted to express something, so he couldn't help but speak softly.

Xue Ye opened her eyes slightly and glanced at her child. She didn't speak and didn't want to speak. She closed her eyes again to rest.

Xueluochuan opened his mouth, but finally fell silent.

For a moment, the palace seemed to fall into silence, with only sandalwood lingering.

After another silence for a while, Xue Ye spoke: "I haven't seemed to pay much attention to you since you were born. Do you resent me as your father these years?"

Xue Luochuan was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer. After thinking about it, he shook his head and said, "No, I know you don't mean that, but occasionally I feel envious."

Envy, envy other children for having a father?

Xue Ye breathed out gently, suppressed all the thoughts in her mind, and calmed down again.

Perhaps because he knew that he was about to die soon, he really had a lot of thoughts on his mind when he was about to die. Even things that he had never hoped for, such as family love, would be brought up by his thoughts.

"Forget it, it's meaningless to say this now. You help me up first. The guests outside have already arrived."

Xue Luochuan nodded, came to Xue Ye, and put on his usual clothes.

This type of regular clothes is not heavy, nor is it very gorgeous. The initial pursuit of design is comfort. At this time, it actually alleviates a lot of burden on Xue Ye.

Coincidentally, at this time, there was a knock on the door.

After several inspections, Xue Qinghe and Elder Sanxue arrived at the palace belonging to Emperor Xue Ye.

"Brother Huang."

"Second brother."

Xue Luochuan said hello, and Xue Qinghe still had a standard elegant smile.

He glanced inside and found Emperor Xue Ye lying on the bed, breathing weakly.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth inadvertently curved, and then quickly disappeared.

Xue Qinghe hurriedly came to Xue Ye's bed, with a hint of sadness in his voice: "Father, my son is unfilial, and I can't stay with you."

Emperor Xueye coughed twice, slowly sat up, and looked at his somewhat unfamiliar son.

The light in his eyes flashed again, as if all his energy returned at this moment. He did not say any polite words to Xue Qinghe, but said straightforwardly:

"Qinghe, I will leave the empire to you. In a few days, I will ask Onirite to arrange the enthronement ceremony. At the same time, I will tell the world that I hope you can govern this country well."

Xue Luochuan remained silent, just listening to Xue Ye's breathy voice, but he understood that this was not a good thing at all.

My father is squeezing out the little life potential again. If this continues, I am afraid that he who originally had one or two years to live will only have a few days left to live.

Xue Qinghe was slightly startled. Emperor Xue Ye's directness surprised him.

But there was nothing to hesitate, he took it directly.

"Thank you, Father, for your trust. The empire will definitely reach a new height in my hands!"

Xue Ye nodded, and then looked at the blood-stained elder who had been watching quietly.

"Xueluochuan, you and your brother go out for a while. I want to talk to Elder Thornblood."

The two brothers looked at each other and neither refused. As far as Xue Qinghe was concerned, this old guy was already dead in the wind, so what could he do if he satisfied a few of his demands.

On the contrary, it can prevent the other party from causing trouble and causing trouble out of thin air.

So, after signaling to Elder Sanxue, he followed Xueluochuan out.

The door was closed, and as the footsteps got farther and farther, there were only two people left here.

"Qinghe...should be from your Wuhun Palace, right?"

Shi Po's shocking words left Elder Thorny in silence.

He didn't expect that Emperor Xue Ye would actually suspect this aspect. He couldn't admit this issue no matter what, even if the other party had already confirmed it.

Also, stabbing blood couldn't help but think that since Xue Ye had this guess, had there been any changes in all the previous arrangements?

Subconsciously, his heart tightened. No matter how weak Xue Ye was now, he was still the No. 1 person who had controlled the empire for more than ten years.

"Ha ha……"

Xue Ye laughed twice, and when he was about to say something, a young voice interrupted him.

"You are right, the real Xue Qinghe is dead."

A faint light flashed, and a figure appeared in the room.

Emperor Xue Ye's eyes were surprised, and then he showed a look that was indeed the case. After sighing slightly, he did not continue to dwell on the matter.

"This should be the Master of Qingyang Palace. I have heard of his name for a long time, but I didn't expect to actually meet him now."

After sighing, Xue Ye sat upright and said: "If I had confirmed this news when I was younger, no, even if I was in better health, I would definitely fight to the death with Wuhun Palace."

"Because this is not only the family relationship between father and son, but also violates the authority of an emperor. The mistake must be cleansed!"

"Cough cough..."

Perhaps because he was a little excited when he spoke, Xue Ye couldn't help but cough again. After his face flushed, he became even paler.

Especially the breath on his chest made Qingyang frown.

"But there are not so many ifs."

Qingyang looked calm as usual.

Xue Ye smiled: "Yes, there are not so many what-ifs, so now, I want to negotiate a deal with Wuhun Palace."

"trade?"

Qingyang raised his eyebrows, feeling very surprised by this.

"Yes, a deal."

Xue Ye confirmed again.

After listening to the words of the two men, Qian Xue's eyes showed uncontrollable surprise, and then turned into understanding.

Xue Qinghe did not know what was discussed next, and he did not use his ability to eavesdrop.

Because he knew that stabbing blood would tell him all these things when the time came. Naturally, there was no need to do such meaningless things.

"Brother Emperor, do you still remember? Before I was six years old, you took me and played everywhere in this palace. There are traces of us everywhere."

Xueluochuan suddenly stopped and looked at a piece of pure white stone brick with ink marks.

Xue Qinghe looked over and suddenly thought of this scene.

At that time, I was beside Xue Qinghe, watching him and his younger brother causing trouble here, using the white bricks as a place for graffiti.

Fortunately, this is the bedroom. If they were in the main hall, it would be strange if the ministers didn't scold them to death, and they might even be severely punished.

"Yes, second brother, I remember that we finally drew a satisfactory family crest at that time, but my father thought it was ugly and wanted to replace the white brick."

"It was only through our constant begging that we saved this piece of graffiti. Now it seems that our paintings at that time were really ugly."

Xue Luochuan looked at the painting on the wall where a god was a swan, which was actually a crow, and couldn't help laughing.

At that time, a lot of things happened because of the pattern on the royal coat of arms.

"Yes, we didn't know how to draw at that time. We just saw that our achievements were going to be gone, so we suppressed the fear of begging my father. But I didn't expect that my father would actually keep it."

"He has never been very fond of things that harm the dignity of the royal family."

Xue Qinghe nodded and said nonchalantly: "Because this is the palace, and outsiders won't come here to see these things, so it can't be said to be rude."

Xue Luochuan's eyes were a little distracted: "Maybe, who can tell clearly what my father is thinking."

Shaking his head, he continued:

"Since then, brother Huang, you have seemed to be a completely different person. You have never played with me again."

Xue Qinghe's eyes suddenly condensed, staring at Xue Luochuan who was still looking at the graffiti.