The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Lu Zhaoling had to sleep for most of the day to regain some energy, but this time she used it all up again, and she suffered a great loss.

She felt her hands trembling now.

However, Prince Jin felt that he was getting better.

He motioned Qing Feng to step back, and he reached out to hold Lu Zhaoling's hand. When he looked down, he found that his collar had been pulled open again.

"We have met twice in total, and you have pulled my clothes twice," he said.

Lu Zhaoling chuckled, "Do you think I'm happy? Why don't you help me up?"

Qing Feng took two steps back and watched with his head down.

But Miss Lu was really rude when she spoke to the prince.

Prince Jin helped her stand up. Just as he was about to let go, Lu Zhaoling's legs went weak and she almost fell down again. He immediately reached out and put his arms around her waist.

Holding her like this, I could feel her body trembling.

This is a sign of exhaustion.

He pursed his lips, realizing that she must have put a lot of effort into saving him.

but--

Prince Jin immediately looked at the emperor lying on the bed.

Since he is not dead, is it possible to save the emperor?

"Can you also save the emperor?"

"No."

Lu Zhaoling immediately interrupted him and broke his fantasy, "He's dead."

Spoken without any reverence.

That is the Supreme Emperor!

Qing Feng opened his mouth. Could it be because he was raised in the countryside?

Prince Jin's eyes dimmed, he was also shocked, but what shocked him was, did this mean that she had cracked the secret method?

"However, he can't die too completely." Lu Zhaoling added, "You and he used the same secret method to share the same life, so it can't be completely severed."

The King of Jin was stunned. Even if a person is dead, can't he die too completely?

"Help me to the bed."

Prince Jin helped her to the bedside of the emperor. "Qingfeng, stand guard outside and don't let anyone in."

"Yes!"

Qing Feng, who was already stunned with shock, quickly retreated.

Now everyone in the Ningshou Palace was immersed in sorrow while decorating the palace. When the emperor left, he allowed Prince Jin to stay alone in the bedroom to accompany the emperor, so no one came in to disturb them.

Lu Zhaoling walked to the bedside, looked at the retired emperor's expression, and then looked around.

His eyes swept across Prince Jin's face.

Can this father and son be considered to have redeemed each other?

The emperor voluntarily gave Prince Jin ten more years of life, and Prince Jin shared his life with him.

One is the former emperor, and the other has the emperor star destiny, with rich purple energy. Although they are both emperor stars, there are still differences between them. The emperor star destiny of Prince Jin exceeds that of other emperors.

Because of the suppression of his purple energy, the retired emperor's vitality had not completely dissipated, and the remaining half was condensed by her in time.

"What do you mean when you say he can't die too completely?" asked the King of Jin.

“Are there any wooden signs?”

Lu Zhaoling didn't answer his question, but looked at him instead.

"What kind of wooden sign?" King Jin frowned.

"Just like a spirit tablet. If possible, I want it to be made of golden nanmu wood."

Prince Jin had no idea why she wanted to ask for the wooden sign, but looking at the retired emperor lying on the bed, he agreed anyway.

"Have."

He sent a message to Qingfeng to get it.

There are a lot of golden nanmu trees in Ningshou Palace, such as the screens.

Just peel off a piece.

Soon, a golden nanmu wooden plaque was delivered to Lu Zhaoling.

Lu Zhaoling placed the wooden plaque on the emperor's chest, stretched out her finger, took the hairpin and scratched it, and blood oozed out from her fingertips.

She pressed her finger on the emperor's forehead.

"Lu Zhaoling!"

King Jin was shocked and grabbed her arm.

My father is dead, how can we defile his body at will?

Lu Zhaoling glanced at him and said, "Let go. Do you still want to live?"

"What are you going to do?" King Jin asked in a deep voice.

Lu Zhaoling looked at the thick purple aura coming out of his body, and suddenly reached out with his other hand to grab something in front of him.

She had to absorb some of his purple energy, otherwise she wouldn't be able to hold on.

After seeing her make this move, Prince Jin pressed the air he had scooped up towards his forehead.

"What are you doing?"

But after Lu Zhaoling did this, he saw that her complexion looked obviously better.

It's like swallowing some kind of tonic.

Lu Zhaoling breathed a sigh of relief. As expected of a great emperor star, this purple energy was really a great supplement for her.

"I just left half of the emperor's life force. I can place that life force on this wooden sign and use it to bear your secret method of sharing the same fate. I can deceive the heavens and pretend that he is not dead. You don't have to die either."

For the sake of that handful of purple energy, Lu Zhaoling kindly explained to him.

Prince Jin was shocked and very surprised.

"Can this still happen?"

"It wouldn't work for anyone else. You and the emperor's fate, and my ability, are both indispensable."

Lu Zhaoling said this with great pride.

The King of Jin had never heard of such a thing.

"Can you let go now?"

"Life is settled on this wooden sign. What will happen to this wooden sign?"

What would happen? Lu Zhaoling thought about it, "It's like a real tablet dedicated to the ancestors? When the time comes, just send it to the place where you offer royal incense. Maybe, when a younger generation goes to kowtow, it will show its power?"

For some reason, King Jin felt a bit of mockery in hearing her last words.

He doesn't believe it.

How could there be such a thing?

But he still let go.

Lu Zhaoling placed his fingers on the forehead of the retired emperor, then slowly lifted them up and moved them towards the wooden sign, as if he was pulling a strand of something.

When she got to the wooden sign, she wrote on it with her fingers.

"What's the emperor's name?"

"Zhou Changxi."

Lu Zhaoling asked him what the two words were. King Jin thought for a moment, grabbed her hand, held her fingers, and wrote a few words on the wooden sign.

The spirit tablet of Zhou Changxi.

It was written in her fingertips' blood.

For some reason, when the last stroke was written, King Jin seemed to see the words flash, as if covered with a layer of silver light.

"All right."

Lu Zhaoling's voice brought him back to his senses.

"The place where your royal family offers incense--"

"Send it to the ancestral temple."

Prince Jin let go of her hand and picked up the spirit tablet.

Lu Zhaoling's body was staggering. After writing these five words, her face turned pale again.

"Go find me some aged ginseng and make some chicken soup for me."

After Lu Zhaoling finished speaking, her eyes went dark and she fell onto the bed.

This time, I'm afraid the blame will fall on the retired emperor.

Prince Jin immediately reached out his hand, grabbed her waist, and took two steps back with her in his arms.

At this moment he suddenly realized that his knees, which had been so painful from kneeling that he couldn't even stand up, were no longer painful and he could even stand and walk?

What exactly did Lu Zhaoling do?

"Your Highness, the Emperor has arrived!" Qing Feng's voice came from outside.

But the emperor ignored Qingfeng. When he spoke, he had already walked quickly into the room and saw Prince Jin hugging a girl.

"What are you doing?!"