He thought he was bewitched

The dimness fell into the unlit bedroom, rendering a color similar to dried blood. Emperor Longyuan half-opened his eyes and saw a large black shadow. They twisted wildly, as if they were about to break free from something, stretched out With sharp black nails and fear spreading from the tailbone, Emperor Longyuan began to twitch all over. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

The long nails approached, and the smell of blood penetrated into his nose, making him almost vomit, but a soft and charming female voice with a smile sounded from his ears: "Your Majesty, it's time for you to drink the medicine."

The vermilion gemstones on the lacquered gold armor flashed, Emperor Longyuan turned his head stiffly, and landed on his queen's beautiful face along the white and tender fingers that were raised like butterflies.

The curtain was raised, the spoon was filled with brown liquid medicine, and Luo Hongchen approached the dying emperor lying on the bed like a mummy, his red lips raised uncontrollably.

"Luojia...do you want...rebellion..." Emperor Longyuan squeezed out these words from between his teeth, and the poisonous medicine left down the esophagus, his eyes were red with hatred.

Perhaps because the goal was about to be achieved, Luo Hongchen poured it into Emperor Longyuan's mouth spoon by spoon, but he didn't hesitate to explain: "It has nothing to do with my father, and it has nothing to do with the Luo family. I am forced to go to Liangshan..."

"As for me doing this, it's just because... I'm a lunatic."

"I want this world to be buried with someone—"

Emperor Longyuan was still alive, but he had already heard the sound of the death knell.

The ghost grinned at him and poured another spoonful of concoction.

In the 23rd year of Qingjia, he fell ill and lay in bed.

In the new post-generation government, the Manchu dynasty was afraid of the power of the Luo family and dared not speak up.

When the rooster wakes up in the morning, the signs of chaos begin.

In the same year, Bei Rong used the death of Princess Zhuoma as an excuse to violate the border again.

It is known in history as "the chaos of the queen of ghosts".

Fu Tingya glanced over the urgent report sent by his subordinates, his expression remained unchanged, but there was a coldness in his eyes like the edge of a snow-quenched blade.

He suddenly remembered the last time he met Xin Xin and fell into the world of mortals.

At that time, he had broken with Ye Shiyi under the instigation of the other party, and his whole body was immersed in an extremely obvious depression and hatred. Obviously, the queen who was separated by a thin curtain also noticed this. .

He still remembered the pity-like eyes of the other party, and the hypocritical words of comfort: "It's just a fake relationship, why are you so obsessed with it?"

"What's more, the word love in this world is ridiculous. They will always use high-sounding reasons to fail you, betray you, and abandon you."

"If you are like this now, you have been played around."

Fu Tingya's inquisitive eyes passed through the curtain and fell on the queen's vague face, because he could hear a strong hatred from it.

"You seem to have a lot of experience when you say that."

At that time, he thought of a rumor about Luo Hongchen. It was said that she once had a childhood sweetheart who died in the battle with Beirong many years ago.Later, Luo Hongchen entered the palace.

He only thought that the hatred was directed at Bei Rong.

Now, looking at the lines in the urgent report, and seeing all the connections from the past explode in his mind, he finally understood that the hatred was actually more sinister, and she wanted to let the world be buried for that one person!

A year ago, Luo Hongchen released specious news implying that the Jingyu Tower was a hidden pile set up by the imperial court, and instigated people in the world to test it out. Even though these people had no choice but to disperse in the end because they had no evidence, the seeds of doubt in their hearts had already been planted.

After August, Beirong's seemingly menacing but lacking stamina, and the final way of judging the outcome like a joke, finally made Emperor Longyuan's self-esteem inflate. He thought——that he had already Ye Shiyi is no longer needed.So the Ye family's high prestige in the army became a serious concern.

That's why Yelufeng would say on Duyun Peak that this is a battle that must be lost, and he would not take Mingyue out of its sheath until he died;

That's why Emperor Longyuan dared to send dead soldiers to assassinate Ye Shouyi and destroy his foundation.

Later, Luo Hongchen shook off the matter of love gu, broke with Ye Shiyi, and swore to see each other forever.

Ye Shiyi returned to northern Xinjiang, but because of the poison of love Gu, his body became weaker and weaker, and he looked like he was about to die.

Thinking of this, Fu Tingya felt a trace of cold fear in the midst of extreme hatred——

The person he wanted to hold tightly in his arms, wishing he could melt into his flesh and blood, almost died, in his own hands.

He clenched his teeth, but he couldn't restrain the bloodshot eyes that gradually seeped out.

A month ago, Zhuoma left Beirong and sneaked into Zhenbeihou Mansion.

A few days ago, Zhuoma was intercepted and killed on his way back to the country, and died outside Beirong.At the same time, Emperor Longyuan was ill in bed, and the new offspring ruled.

And at this moment-

"Lord, what should we do next?" The kneeling subordinate looked at Fu Tingya's extremely calm expression, and was very worried: "We have become the target of public criticism, and everyone in the world can't wait to..."

At this moment, Luo Hongchen has finally exposed his identity as the prince of the imperial court to the world, and everyone in Jing Yu Lou has betrayed his relatives, and he is about to take care of himself——

There is no way to save Ye Shiyi.

Fu Tingya spit out one word, firmly resolute: "Go..."

He can no longer stay in Zhenbeihou's Mansion, this will only drag Ye Shiyi down.He had to finish solving the troubles around him before he could... save him.

Luo Hongchen really hated this country, and also hated Ye Shiyi.

Because of Shen Lang.

Shen Lang... He is Shen Lan's older brother, who died in the Beirong battlefield in order to save Ye Shiyi.

Fu Tingya took a last look at the courtyard not far away, and pressed his hand on his chest, as if touching that person's cheek.

He said softly: "Wait for me, Master."

Ye Shuyi put down the medicine bowl in his hand, and looked in a certain direction outside the window thoughtfully.

Seeing this, Xiyun immediately asked, "My lord, do you have something to tell me?"

Ye Shuyi shook his head. He forcibly suppressed the sense of ominousness and pressed the center of his eyebrows with his hands. A bunch of messy threads were entangled in his mind. His body was exhausted but he couldn't allow him to think about it, so he urged him to go to sleep quickly. .

But he was still holding on, and only asked lightly: "How long has he been waiting?"

Xi Yun quietly observed Ye Shuyi's expression, and after seeing that the other party didn't have any overly intense emotions, he said: "You mean... that young master?"

"That son stayed in the mansion as your friend. Before you woke up, you waited outside every day. Counting the three days after you woke up, it has been sixteen days."

Xi Yun actually didn't quite understand why his always gentle adult would be so cold and unfeeling to that seemingly affectionate friend.

But she will never talk too much to ask anything, because she knows that adults have their own considerations no matter what they do.

Seeing the sleepiness on Ye Shuyi's face, she bowed and was about to retreat, but at the moment of closing the door, she heard the other party's indistinct voice.

"Sixteen days."

Ye Shuyi read something in a low voice, not knowing what he was thinking.