Nine-Tailed Fox

Standing up, with both hands resting on the table, a stiff face was bloodless.

"Your Majesty?" Tianji's rigid facial features finally moved, and a displeased look twitched between his brows.

"He's dead?" Xuanyuan Jin didn't know how he made the sound, he just stared blankly at the bloody fox skin, red blood, red fur, everything that caught his eyes almost hurt his eyes.

"Who?" Tianji knew the advisor, which drew Tianxuan's unintentional glance.

"Yun Xiaohuo!" Xuanyuan Jin only felt that these three words scraped a large piece of flesh and blood in his heart.

"Your Majesty, there is no such person as Yun Xiaohuo in this world." This time it was Tian Xuan who answered, "He is a nine-tailed fox demon who has lived for 500 years, and is the demon king in the eyes of all the demons on Yuyin Mountain. "

"he died?"

"Yes, this is the skin that was just peeled from him."

"Skinning..." Xuanyuan Jin murmured and repeated, although he clearly knew that this was his order, but when he really saw that layer of fox skin, and then thought of Yun Xiaohuo who was standing in front of him with a cold and arrogant face earlier, he Suddenly at a loss, as if all the strength was drained in an instant.

"If the emperor has no other orders, the minister and the head of Tianxuan will go down first." Just as Tianji was about to turn around, Xuanyuan Jin suddenly shouted: "Put it down!"

Tianji looked at Xuanyuan Jin suspiciously, and then at Tianxuan.

"National teacher, you...leave it to me...all back down, I want to be quiet."

Tianxuan didn't hesitate after hearing the words, and he readily handed the small-leaf sandalwood box in his hand to Xiao Quezi.

"Let's go." Xuanyuan Jin watched Xiao Quezi put the wooden box in front of the case, his breath stagnated, and he couldn't move his eyes any longer.

Tianji saw that he was out of his mind, and the wrinkles between his brows deepened. He just wanted to move his mouth, but Tianxuan behind him grabbed his sleeve to stop him.

"Retire, Poverty." Tianxuan turned around first and walked towards the door. Tianji sighed inwardly, and was about to step out of the threshold. He just stepped outside with one foot, but Xuanyuan Jin stopped him again.

"Master, does it hurt when the skin is peeled?"

"It doesn't hurt." Tianji replied directly without thinking, "At that time, he was already dead, and even his three souls and six souls were scattered."

"Dead? Haha! Good! Dead!" Xuanyuan Jin laughed loudly, the piercing and sharp laughter echoed in the imperial study room, accompanied by the sound of porcelain shattering all over the floor, which made people's heart skip a beat, " Yun Xiaohuo, you are dead! Ha! I don’t have to wait for you anymore!”

6th

Xuanyuan Jin felt that he had a dream, in which he was still living in the cabin at the foot of Phoenix Mountain.

On this day, he stepped on the afterglow of the setting sun as usual, humming a Yangzhou ditty he learned from the town with a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and happily pushed the door open, and saw sitting in the house pounding Yun Xiaohuo squinted at him while holding the medicine pestle in his hand.

"Why is it so late?" Yun Xiaohuo was so busy messing with herbs that he didn't pay attention to him.

"I'm going to get you fruit wine!" Xuanyuan Jin put the wine jar in his hand on the table, and leaned forward to fawn on him.

"Where does the rouge smell come from on your body?" Yun Xiaohuo sniffed with her nostrils clustered.

"It's not the scent of the proprietress in the wine cellar, she told her not to get so close to me." Xuanyuan Jin stroked his hair, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Yo, it means that he likes you. I heard that the proprietress is pretty. I think you are very lucky, why don't you take good care of it?" Yun Xiaohuo put down the medicine bowl in his hand, and wiped his hands with a half-wet cotton cloth.

"Miss, are you jealous?" Xuanyuan Jin smiled slyly, and hugged Yun Xiaohuo from behind, "Don't worry, I'm all about you, and I don't like anyone else!"

"Let's just believe it." Yun Xiaohuo relaxed her body and leaned against Xuanyuan Jin's arms, letting his skin touch each other, rubbing each other's cheeks.

"What's not to say, you have to keep believing!" Xuanyuan Jin tightened his arms, as if afraid that the person in his arms would fly away, "I, Xuanyuan Jin, only love you, Yun Xiaohuo!"

"I am male!"

"I know."

"I'm a demon!"

"I know too!"

"Didn't you say you want Concubine Shu to be your queen?"

"Nonsense, my queen is you!"

"Xuanyuan Jin, who are you lying to?" Yun Xiaohuo's voice suddenly became shrill and sharp.

"I……"

Xuanyuan Jin's voice was stuck in his throat, and a bloody smell penetrated his nostrils. He could only stare wide-eyed at Yun Xiaohuo, who was still smiling in his arms, wilting and withering in an instant. A piece of bloody red fox skin was left.

"No! Little Huo!"

Xuanyuan Jin struggled to open his eyes, and the dim candlelight brought the figure in the bronze mirror into view.

In the imperial study room where there was no other person, there was only a man holding a fox fur sitting blankly, with a messy bun, wrinkled brocade clothes, and a pair of tired eyes.

I just heard him muttering and repeating "Little Confusion" "Little Confusion" "Little Confusion"...

Until finally two lines of clear tears fell, accompanied by twitching facial features, one after another, the heavy and desperate voice was suffocating.

"My wife..." He cried and hugged the fox skin tightly in his arms, and suddenly felt that even if he was the supreme king of a country, without Yun Xiaohuo, he would be nothing.

Xuanyuan Jin locked himself in the royal study, returned to reality after the dream was shattered, then fell into the dream indulgently from reality, staying up in such a trance from midnight to early morning, and from early morning to dusk.

No one dared to take a step into the room. There was a strange solemnity in the silent imperial study room, and only the little bird and the shadow guard hidden in the darkness knew the madly suppressed sadness in Xuanyuan Jin's heart.

No one can easily accept the death of their lover, not to mention that such an ending was caused by themselves.

Xuanyuan Jin is like this, so is Xuanyuan Che, this second prince who also lost his lover, is rushing into the palace at this moment, rushing towards the imperial study.

"Your Majesty, let your younger brother come in!"

Xuanyuan Che's voice pulled Xuanyuan Jin back from his daze, he turned his stiff neck and faced the door of the imperial study.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Brother Huang! Hua Yi begs you!"

Xuanyuan Che's word "begging" made Xuanyuan Jin's heart tremble. He stroked the fur of the fox in his hand in confusion, and the huge green snake appeared in his mind.

"Blood Shadow, let Hua Yi in!" He said in a hoarse voice.

Xuanyuan Che staggered into the imperial study room, Xuanyuan Jin just raised his chin slightly and looked at him.The fox fur in his arms has been put down, and the boneless limbs are stretched out on the ground, which looks a bit eerie at first glance.

"I beg the emperor to issue an order to order Tongtian Mountain to release Leng Qing."

Xuanyuan Che knelt down in front of him with a plop, his knee almost pressed against the fox's tail, Xuanyuan Jin couldn't help frowning.

"Leng Qing? That monster snake?" Xuanyuan Jin thought of Yun Xiaohuo still begging for that snake monster before his death, so he couldn't help saying coldly, "I won't allow it!"

"Brother Huang, I have never begged you for anything since I was a child, only this time, please forgive me. After all, Qing'er is my man, no matter whether he is a human or a demon, I cannot let him be suppressed by the hundred demons." Suffering under the pagoda. I beg the emperor to help me."

Xuanyuan Che's entreaties didn't move Xuanyuan Jin, so how can a shemale fulfill the law?He didn't understand, he only knew that his brother, who had always been proud, would be so humble for a monster, and when he thought of it, he felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

Why do their brothers have to torture themselves for a demon?

"Hua Yi, he is a demon. I will not make such a decree!"

Xuanyuan Jin turned his face away, and couldn't bear to look at Xuanyuan Che, because the face that resembled him was full of weeping, as if it would be broken to pieces with the slightest touch.

"No! Brother Huang, save Qing'er, only you can save him!" Xuanyuan Che knelt and stepped forward, grabbing the dragon robe at his feet and begging.

"Xue Ye, drag the Second Prince away!"

Xuanyuan Jin looked down at the hand holding the corner of his clothes, suddenly a little envious, Xuanyuan Che can still beg for someone he loves, what about himself?Who should I ask for this despair after venting my hatred?

His eyes fell back to the fox fur on one side, and suddenly nausea burst into his stomach. The moment Xuanyuan Che was pushed out by the blood shadow, he tilted his body and put his hands on the ground to vomit continuously. After eating, the empty stomach can't pour out anything at all, and it seems that it has to pull out all the internal organs before giving up.

After vomiting for a while before he stopped, he maintained the previous posture again, did not burn incense, did not open the door, just stared at "Yun Xiaohuo" in front of him, and listened to the slow beating of his heart.

"Your Majesty, please save Qing'er, there are thousands of mistakes, all of them are the fault of my younger brother!"

"It was the younger brother who took him first, refused to believe him, blamed him for fighting for favor, and broke his heart again and again. Even when he broke into the wedding hall to force him to die, the younger brother only thought he was messing around, but he didn't understand How painful is his heart... Brother Huang, you know how important Qing'er is to my younger brother! But my younger brother doesn't even have the chance to ask him to forgive me. Is it possible that even the chance to save him will be killed by the younger brother now? ?”

Xuanyuan Che's choked voice came intermittently from outside the door, Xuanyuan Jin was listening inside, his hands clenched into fists, his nails dug into his palms and carved crescent-shaped bloodstains, but it didn't make him feel the slightest pain.

"I have always been the one who didn't know how to cherish. I obviously love him so much, and I obviously can't bear his sadness the most, but I was the one who hurt him one by one! Brother Huang, you understand the heart of loving someone! Brother Chen Now apart from Qing'er, I have no other wish, I beg the emperor to grant it!"

Xuanyuan Jin just stood up, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, his feet stopped, his tilted body hit the edge of the table, and the imperial decree spread on the table instantly appeared in his eyes.

The imperial decree was written by the Shu Jishi of the Imperial Academy on behalf of the posthumous decree.