The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

The fly whisk in the old eunuch's hand trembled.

Those palace people holding clothes and hair crowns and walking towards him all knelt on the ground at once.

Lord Shangshu, who was captured by His Majesty and imprisoned in this side hall, stood where he was, looking at them calmly with a pair of deep black eyes, with no expression on his perfect face that even the most powerful painter in the court could not draw.

"Master Shangshu..." The old eunuch collected himself, took a step forward, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty said that if you want to change into wedding clothes, the lives of these people in the palace will depend on you alone."

Beitang Hanye's gaze swept over the palace servant who was kneeling on the ground.

"There are young and old in their families, counting on their job in the palace, if they lose their lives—"

The old eunuch understood Bai Shangshu's temperament, he was a gentleman, he was sympathetic to the weak, and he knew what words to use to make him submit, but this time he was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"What am I doing?"

The voice of the sword master in white rang out, and the old eunuch's face trembled, and the expression on his face turned into astonishment.

The palace servants who were kneeling on the ground heard these words, their already trembling bodies trembled even more, they put the trays in their hands on the ground covered with thick carpets, and kowtowed to Beitang Hanye in front of them continuously :

"I beg my lord to have mercy, and my lord to save the life of this servant!"

"There is an eighty-year-old mother in the servant's family, and there is a crippled elder brother below. The servant must not die! Please have mercy!"

However, the sound of the crying voice could not move Beitang Hanye's heart.

Don't say that these are just afterimages of time, the real palace people had died 600 years ago, even if they were real living people, if they died here, they would be destined to die.

The old eunuch saw that he raised his eyes and looked into those icy black eyes, which seemed to have been soaked in ice and snow for thousands of years, and felt a completely different coldness from when he met His Majesty's eyes.

His Majesty has a temperamental mood, walking on thin ice in front of him, and one wrong word may cost his life, but Lord Shang Shu woke up today with a cold heart, as if no matter how many people died in front of him, he would not call him Blink.

"grown ups……"

The old eunuch felt his knees go weak and was about to kneel down in front of him, but when he saw Bai Shangshu standing in the evening light like a statue of a beauty, he said, "Let Your Majesty come here."

Although he was a courtier, it was very rebellious to ask the emperor to come in such a tone, but the old eunuch's eyes lit up.

In the past, Bai Shangshu was unwilling to see His Majesty, and every time His Majesty came here, he would be seriously ill, but today he took the initiative to ask His Majesty to come over?

Beitang Hanye's voice was Gujing silent, and he continued: "Since he wants me to wear wedding clothes, I should come here by myself."

He lowered his eyes, and his eyes swept over the blood-red wedding dress.

Also taken from the time fragments of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, it is also a scene of brotherly killing each other. If Chu Yiyang is also here, then the answer to who he is in this illusion has been revealed.

Happy palace, getting married... the answer he couldn't verify in the last illusion, this time he has a full chance.

Beitang Hanye already had a glimmer of expectation, wanting him to come to him as soon as possible.

Perhaps because of this rare mood, there was a sudden throbbing pain in the heart of this weak body belonging to mortals.

The sword master in white standing by the window felt a blackness in front of his eyes, he couldn't help shaking, and stretched out his hand to support the window sill.

Seeing this, the old eunuch immediately guessed that Master Shang Shu had been poisoned before, and the residual poison was not cleared, and now he had another attack due to emotional ups and downs.

He stopped his steps to go forward to serve, looked at the pale Beitang Hanye, and thought about it.

"This... my lord," Beitang Hanye heard him say cautiously, "it is unlucky for a couple to meet before they get married, and your majesty and your lord are both monarchs and ministers—" How could anyone order the emperor to come over like this?

Beitang Hanye, who was holding on to the window sill to stabilize himself, opened his eyes again, and his eyes were still blackened in bursts.

His mind was not affected, but his body was very uncomfortable.

He didn't want to waste time here, since the emperor couldn't come, then he went by himself.

However, as soon as he moved, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, and blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth in an instant.

The surrounding light, shadow and sound were instantly withdrawn, and the eyes of the people trapped in this body were plunged into darkness.

……

When he regained consciousness, the sky outside was completely dark.

All the red candles in the hall have been lit, and there are slight sounds in the air from time to time.

Hearing comes back first, but vision has not yet recovered.

Constrained by this body, Beitang Hanye couldn't open his eyes for the time being, but could feel that he was lying on the bed.

When he was about to wake up, someone walked over, and then a warm and soft touch fell on his body, and then a warm liquid with a strong smell of medicine was passed over.

Beitang Hanye twitched the fingers placed by his side, feeling the throbbing pain in his chest gradually dissipating as the medicinal juice entered his throat.

Holding the medicine bowl in his hand, the person who had fed the bowl of medicine to the unconscious person sat on the side of the bed and straightened up.

The light of the red candle fell on him, illuminating the blood-red robe and the particularly ferocious five-clawed golden dragon on it.

The tyrant in red has a gorgeous face, and there are compelling premonitions hidden in the corners of his eyes and brows.

His eyes were lighter in color than ordinary people, and looked like amber under the candlelight, which added a bit of brilliance to him. At this moment, the unconscious person on the bed was deeply reflected in his eyes.

There was silence in the hall, the emperor did not wear his own crown, and his black hair, as deep as the night, was only tied behind his head with a white jade hairpin.

When he lowered his eyelashes and looked at the person on the bed, he revealed a small mole on his right eyelid, just like a little cinnabar on the face of the beauty in the painting.

The person on the bed who was always dressed in white, like an exiled fairy who had fallen into the mortal world, was now wearing a scarlet wedding robe of the same color as him, and his long hair, which was always neatly tied in a crown, spread out, making the perfect His face is pale and fragile, but also more and more exciting.

The emperor in red looked at it for a moment, raised his right hand, and stroked the sleeping man's face with his fingertips a few inches away.

There was a deep fascination in his amber eyes, and there was even a hint of madness in the deepest part.

The poison of the person on the bed is in the palace. Those who resisted him tried their best to sneak into the palace in order to make him suffer. No matter how upright the prince and young master are, how innocent they are in the tyrant's paranoid love , put poison on him.

Regarding the matter of being locked in a cage made of gold, as long as he is awake, the person lying on the bed will express his resistance and dissatisfaction in his own way, but...

The tyrant stared at him, and his lips, which became more rosy because of the concoction, made a hissing sound like a poisonous snake: "It's not safe to be around me, so how can I rest assured to leave the teacher outside?"

Whatever is being sent into this palace now, whether it is food or medicinal juice, as long as it is to be imported, the person sitting by the bed will act as the last line of defense and taste it first.

If the emperor comes to test the poison, there is probably no second person in the whole world who has such treatment, but the person in front of him may not appreciate it.

Seeing that the eyelashes under his fingertips trembled twice, the emperor withdrew his hand.

When those ruthless eyes opened, he said without joy or anger, "Are you awake?"

The consciousness came back too slowly, and Beitang Hanye couldn't judge whether the person in front of him was the target he was looking for from the touch on his lips when he fed the medicine earlier.After regaining control of this poisoned and weak body, he opened his eyes and looked at the person sitting by the bed who was also wearing a red wedding dress and waiting for him to wake up.

In the clear vision, the eyes of the young sword master fell on the emperor's face, seeing that he was also looking at him.

Unlike the proud Mr. Jinling, and the bold prince who was dressed as a general in the previous illusion, this time the king in red has extremely dangerous eyes.

——Even when looking at people with a smile, there is a sense of oppression as if you are entangled in a snake and can't breathe.

Seeing that the person on the bed looked at him differently after waking up, the paranoid and suspicious king suddenly remembered the first time he saw this young master when he was young.

At that time, he was only a young man, standing under the palace wall, he was like the brightest ray of moonlight between heaven and earth, and like a white plum blossom alone in Ling Han.

At that time, the way he looked at himself was almost the same as now, with inquiry, not yet infected with so much hatred.

But what do you still want to do?Is it possible to go back to that time?

The emperor in red snorted, casually picked up a strand of black hair that was scattered on the mandarin duck brocade quilt, and asked the person lying on the pillow: "It is said that the teacher wants to see me in the evening? Tonight? It's a great day to get married. If you want to see me, why be in a hurry? The imperial doctor said in front of you that the residual poison on the teacher's body is not cleared, so you should not get too excited—"

The black silk is entangled on Ruyu's fingertips. In this illusion, Chu Yiyang is neither a swordsman nor a military commander. His pampered fingers are slender and flawless, without the slightest cocoon. When he lets go of his hand lightly, the thread is drawn up by him. His hair fell back onto the brocade quilt.

Smelling the faint fragrance of white plums from the person he liked, he raised his hand that had wrapped around his hair, came to the other's lips, and wiped off the light-colored medicinal juice left on it, "Could it be because the teacher wanted to You want to avoid getting married tonight, so you deliberately let yourself vomit blood so that I will let you go?"

Although the emperor's voice was very soft, it carried a dangerous aura.

After wiping off the concoction, he didn't move his fingers, but repeatedly rubbed his knuckles on the sensual lips, rubbing the weak and bloodless lips into the red color he liked.

"Since you've entered the palace, you can stay here with peace of mind. What else is there to worry about?"

"Everyone knows that the teacher is the person I value most, otherwise I wouldn't have sneaked in so hard to poison you."

"Or, the teacher is still thinking about who will rescue you?"

The red-clothed tyrant raised his eyes, as if the pitch-black sea that was brewing with a storm finally revealed its dangerous undertones.

As he spoke, he approached the person on the bed: "Is that my stupid brother? I divided his fief so far, even if he wanted to come back, it would be too late."

Their hair was tangled together.

The paranoid and cruel emperor murmured, "He likes the teacher, and I like the teacher too...Why can't the teacher divide my eyes on him more?"

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23:48:36

When this kind of extortion

the one that was taken

Not only do not resist

And in turn attack

23:49:13

Help is so funny

Baomu 23:49:26

Demon Lord: This is a bloody game! !

Brother Chu: This is a reincarnation of history...

Beitang: Ah!It's Miracle Wife Traveling the World!

23:49:32

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The wife with dead lips and teeth is over. After I update it every day, I can no longer watch her new chapters to gain happiness.

So everyone should cherish me who is short but long!

感谢在2021-10-1223:58:45~2021-10-1323:58:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thank you to the little angel who threw the grenade: You don’t care about the fairy thing;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 sharpening knife;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: aling20 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!