He thought he was bewitched

Ye Shiyi stripped the octopus-like little prince off his body and handed it over to the palace maid who rushed over, and stopped the other party's continuous confession with gestures.

"You must come and see me—"

The little prince, who was coaxed by Ye Shuyi, lay on the shoulder of the palace maid, still clinging to himself, and the three characters "I don't want to leave" were written all over his tear-stained face, and the previous grievances had long since disappeared.

Ye Shuyi was about to nod, but a chilly voice came from beside him: "You are kind to him."

He turned his head, and saw Fu Tingya leaning against the tree with his arms around his shoulders, without looking at him, his eyes followed the back of the palace maid and disappeared into the corner of the corridor, as if what he just said was not what he said at all.

"I'm just..." Ye Shuyi paused, with a nostalgic look on his face: "I just think of you when you were a child, and you were such a small one with a soft and waxy voice. Master and master kept yelling all day long. stop……"

The memory fell slowly in ten years, and the corners of Ye Shuyi's lips could not help but rise slightly.

"What?" Fu Tingya was stunned for a moment because of Ye Shuyi's extremely rare smile.

However, after hearing what the other party said, a look of embarrassment could not be restrained from his always cold and arrogant face.

"What do you mean by saying this now?" Fu Tingya realized with a sneer.

Ye Shuyi was startled when he heard the words, the smile on his face finally faded away, so that he looked a little pale, he turned his face away, lowered his eyes and said: "I shouldn't mention it."

In fact, Fu Tingya regretted it when he said it, but when he saw Ye Shiyi's appearance, he was inexplicably angry, and couldn't help but said meanly: "It's good that you know."

The originally harmonious atmosphere suddenly turned cold, and Ye Shuyi returned to his usual cautiousness.

However, it was Fu Tingya who broke the silence this time, and he changed the subject stiffly and said, "Do you know that there will be envoys from Beirong coming to congratulate at the Mid-Autumn Festival this year?"

"What?" Ye Shuyi's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he stared at Fu Tingya firmly. His original calm and indifferent temperament disappeared, and Fu Tingya even felt that he smelled the breath of swords and yellow sand at that moment.

"It seems that Brother Huang is trying to hide it from you."

"Bei Rong's wolfish ambition, it's just an ordinary festival feast, how could it be the Mid-Autumn Festival!? What does your majesty think? Could it be that he thinks Bei Rong has the intention of submitting?"

"You must have noticed that Brother Huang is in a good mood these few days." Fu Tingya continued: "Besides Bei Rong, maybe he also feels..." The stability of Bei Jiang just happens to be able to take over the military power in your hands.

That's why I won't be stingy with giving you a good face today.

Ye Shuyi thought about it and heard his unfinished intentions. Thinking of this, he looked at Fu Tingya, but he didn't seem to have any. The expression on his face was both calm and helpless as expected and mixed with a trace of desolation. Fu Tingya Ya even felt that he just walked away for a while.

"You..." Fu Tingya was about to step forward, but he heard Ye Shouyi's muttering: "Death to the country, the death of the king... Fate."

Fu Tingya stopped in his tracks, yes, this is the way Ye Shouyi insisted on.

He has always known it, but whenever he hears it, he is not happy about it.

If you die as a country, if you die as a king, the world will be at peace, and those who cannot sleep can sleep, what about me?

The Mid-Autumn Festival is said to be a family banquet, but in fact, the ministers still have to worship the emperor in the palace first, and only after attending the celebration in the palace can they go home to reunite with their relatives.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is also like this. The full moon like a silver plate falls in the sky, and a piece of clear light falls. The palace lanterns are hung on the eaves of the corridor, shaking and falling in the wind, like a surging galaxy.

Emperor Longyuan intended to show his majesty to the envoys of Beirong, and the interior of the palace he chose to meet was extremely luxurious. The long red carpet descended from the high platform of gold and jade, covered with golden steps all the way to the outside of the hall, looking extremely graceful and magnificent.

At this moment, the sound of silk, bamboo, bells and chimes was already playing leisurely, and the dancers were graceful and beautiful. The ministers of the imperial court, Wang Gong, sat on both sides, and there was a wooden table in front of them, which was full of dishes.

The ceremony official shouted, and Emperor Longyuan walked up to the hall with the support of a woman.

The woman looked to be only about twenty years old, with snowy skin and red lips, and phoenix hairpin. She was elegantly and calmly dressed in a queen's court dress. On it was a phoenix embroidered with gold silk, which was lifelike, spreading its wings and about to fly, dazzling in the palace lanterns and candles. People, she helped the king step by step up the high platform, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes swept over the crowd, and she seemed to pause for a moment on Ye Shiyi's body.

Ye Shuyi didn't look up, but gently rubbed the edge of the silver cup with his index finger, he was sure that it wasn't an illusion just now, the new queen's eyes fell on him for a while longer.

"Lord Ye, you haven't been in court for a long time, presumably you haven't seen the new queen yet." A minister who was sitting next to him took the initiative to talk to Ye Shiyi.

The new empress was established five years ago, she is the daughter of the former right minister Luo Zhiwei, her maiden name is Luo Yu, but more people are used to calling her Luo Hongchen.

Luo Hongchen's true identity is a secret known to everyone in the world.

But since it is a secret, no one will publicize it on the bright side.

Therefore, although there were constant obstacles on her road to become empress, it was smooth in the end.

Ye Shouyi didn't care much about these things at first, but at the moment when he saw the new empress standing with the forty-year-old Emperor Longyuan, who had snow on his temples, he felt vaguely ominous in his heart... After that seems too bright.

At that time, the banquet had already been declared to begin, and when the envoys of the Northern Rong Dynasty finally received the summons and walked into the hall, the dancers in the center of the hall had already retreated. The majestic, majestic king sits high in the golden throne, and the atmosphere is solemn and solemn, and even gives people a sense of oppression.

Emperor Longyuan looked at the envoys who came to the platform respectfully, his face was calm, but there was a smile in his eyes, he was waiting, waiting for those envoys to kneel down and salute.

However, the other party did not, so the faint complacent look on his face faded, Emperor Longyuan did not speak, the envoys did not respond, and the two sides seemed to be in a stalemate for a moment.

Finally, the envoys of Bei Rong moved. They knelt down and saluted solemnly. The head of the man held the letter of credence in both hands, and said in awkward Chinese: "I heard about the majesty of the emperor, and it is really extraordinary when I saw it today. Please forgive me." I was the one who committed the crime of disrespect."

Emperor Longyuan stared at them for a while, but still didn't speak. The messenger seemed a little anxious, and suddenly took a step forward——

Ye Shuyi's pupils shrank, and in an instant, three cold needles flew out from the messenger's fingertips, rushing straight to the king on the high platform!

The queen, who had been sitting beside Emperor Longyuan at the critical moment, suddenly smiled softly. Her waist softened and she leaned against her body. She flicked her long red sleeves, and the gestures of her slender hands hidden in them turned like flowers blooming and falling in an instant. The silver needle is already at her fingertips!

At the same time, a silver chopstick passed through the messenger's wrist, flying like an arrow, and with the sharp wind, he nailed it fiercely to the golden pillar in the temple. The messenger's face grimaced because of the pain, but he still laughed loudly. : "Marshal Ye, I've heard about you for a long time!"

The guards who rushed into the hall quickly surrounded the group of Beirong envoys, their long swords flashed with silver light, and suddenly someone in the encirclement uttered something loudly in the language of the Rong nationality.

Even though he couldn't understand what he said, everyone could see the vicious and cruel expression on his face. Emperor Longyuan stood up in shock and anger, and shouted loudly: "Take them down!"

However, before the guards could move, the Beirong envoys gritted their teeth one after another, with poisonous blood flowing from the corners of their lips, and fell straight down, with proud and arrogant smiles still on their faces.

Emperor Longyuan was furious, panting violently, like an old bellows, he roared like an angry lion: "Which one of you understood! What did the barbarian say just now!?"

"Back... back to Your Majesty..." After a long time, a young minister came out slowly, his voice still trembling: "He said... this is a small gift for His Majesty, but the bigger surprise... is yet to come .”

The golden cup was thrown down with a violent impact sound, and rolled down from the high platform. Emperor Longyuan calmed down, and said in an extremely disgusting tone: "Drag them down, they will be dead for ten days, and their bones will be ashes!"

"Yes..." The guard took the order and was about to retreat, but was interrupted by someone: "Your Majesty, this is not an appropriate move."

Emperor Longyuan said coldly: "Ye Shiyi, what do you want to say?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, the Northern Rong barbarians died of taking poison. I'm afraid that their whole body is full of poison. If the corpse is exposed to ashes, there may be future troubles." Ye Shuyi bowed and saluted with a steady voice.

"Then do as you said." Emperor Longyuan had no intention of continuing this topic, he beckoned, and the new empress immediately stepped forward to hold him, and said to the ministers: "Let's come here today."

Seeing that it was about to disperse after the ministers saluted, Ye Shuyi turned around and told the guards: "Take the body down and cremate it immediately, and then bury it deep in the ground."

"Report-"

The voice of the messenger officer who suddenly rushed into the hall was sharp and piercing, almost knelt down on the ground, and he said anxiously: "Your Majesty—an urgent military situation has come from the northern border. The Beibei army of [-] troops has broken through the Changyan Pass. He was stopped outside Qishan Pass by General Shen..."

There was an uproar in the hall for a moment, Emperor Longyuan looked ten years older, he opened his mouth, and finally squeezed out two words from his throat, he shouted: "Give clothes..."

"The minister is..."

"Northern Xinjiang will be handed over to you."

"The minister accepts the decree and will definitely live up to His Majesty's entrustment." Ye Shiyi knelt down, his voice sonorous.

"Yi'er..." Emperor Longyuan unexpectedly called another person's name.

"My brother is here." There was no sound from the beginning of the banquet, as if a transparent young man's black long sleeves brushed by, and his silver-white mask flashed strangely in the brilliant lights, he knelt down and saluted.

"You should take the position of supervising the army." As soon as Emperor Longyuan said this, the new empress who had been standing beside him with a slight smile suddenly flicked her ear, she turned her head and looked at Emperor Longyuan, Emperor Longyuan couldn't give up his eyes.

Although the general leads the army abroad, it is a tradition to send the royal family or his majesty's cronies to supervise the army.

However, this Seventh Prince has never had a reputation for talent, and has always lived a low-key and silent life. Can he really take on this important task at such a critical moment?

All the ministers were apprehensive, but because of the cold and solemn atmosphere in the hall at the moment, no one refuted.

"Your brother takes the decree." Fu Tingya's voice was neither slow nor anxious, without any panic.