After I died, the sickly prince turned black

The moment you saw Zhao Ji, You Ziqing squinted his eyes, and a deep hatred burst out in his heart, wishing to cut him into pieces again.

However, in reality, he was just startled, and walked over with a smile.

"Why is the emperor here?" You Ziqing pretended to be surprised.

"I went to Aiqing's mansion. I heard that you are here, so I came here." Zhao Ji took the cloak from the palace man, stepped forward and put it on You Ziqing: "Ziqing, I know you are doing this for I, but no matter how you say it, he is still my emperor brother, if those people in the court know about this kind of prank, it's time to impeach you again."

"Hmm." You Ziqing tied the cloak strap by himself: "It's the minister who made the emperor difficult, but he was insulted all the time before and couldn't get enough of it. I will pay attention to it in the future, and I will definitely not make it difficult for the emperor again."

"However, although Zhao Zhen was defeated, his henchmen did not give up. I am fledgling. If I want to completely centralize power, I am afraid it will take a little longer. These people, few of them are simple, they are all millennium the fox."

Zhao Ji glanced at the direction of the gate, turned around and said, "It's windy at night, let's go, go back first."

As the two walked, Zhao Ji saw that You Ziqing was silent, his eyes flickered slightly: "Is Ziqing angry with me?"

"Why did the emperor say that?" You Ziqing asked without answering.

Zhao Ji suddenly stopped in his tracks: "Ziqing, I am really helpless about the draft. I have not long been enthroned, and if I want to maintain the balance between the court and China, I can only do this. Otherwise, the Song family's power conference will be very dangerous, and what's more, you Don't worry, I will never make Song Yun'er my queen."

"Your Majesty is joking. It is the Emperor's family business to establish a queen. As long as the Emperor makes a decision, it is fine. I have nothing to worry about."

You Ziqing stopped, turned around and bowed to Zhao Ji: "It's late at night, the emperor should go back to the palace earlier, my minister, send the emperor respectfully."

"You..." Zhao Ji hesitated to speak, "Hey, forget it, then I will go back to the palace first, and you should go back earlier. As for Zhao Zhen, don't go too far."

After Zhao Ji left, You Ziqing got into the carriage.

Jiu'er sat beside him, watching his expression carefully: "My lord, the Wei family has long been extinct, so why are you threatening... him with Duke Wei? And he was actually threatened."

You Ziqing cast a sideways glance at Jiu'er.

"Why, what's the matter?" Jiu'er was stunned by that deserted look.

"Zhao Zhen is a smart man." You Ziqing said.

Jiu'er stared: "So, you were just exchanging signs? In other words, he knows that things have changed, so he should also know that the prince's tormenting him is acting, but look at him..."

You Ziqing didn't answer Jiu'er's words, but turned around and raised the curtain, and looked out the window.

"Jiu'er, I seem to be wrong." You Ziqing said flatly.

"Huh?" Jiu'er was taken aback.

You Ziqing shook his head: "It's nothing."

After a pause, he let out a long sigh: "Zhao Zhen, I can't stay!"

"But, didn't the prince still want to let him live?" Jiu'er didn't quite understand.

"At this point, this king has long been involuntary, and there is no turning back." You Ziqing said: "The emperor wants to kill the grass, so he has no choice but to die."

"But……"

You Ziqing twitched the corners of his mouth, not knowing what he was laughing at: "I can't make the emperor suspicious anymore, I should always be towards the emperor. In today's situation, this little bit of compassion is like a joke."

The sound of jingling bells pierced through the air, and You Ziqing's soul body was pulled out suddenly. Almost at the moment of pulling away, the scene in front of him was distorted and broken, and then it went black again.

When it was turned on again, You Ziqing found that he was standing at the entrance of a ruined temple, and the sound of the bell came from inside.

"You're finally here."

this sound...

You Ziqing was startled, and suddenly his eyes widened.

"Abbot Huishan!"

As soon as the words fell, You Ziqing appeared in the ruined temple.

After looking at the ever-burning lamps around him, he turned his head and met Abbot Shang Huishan's compassionate gaze.

"Amitabha, congratulations, Lord You, for recovering the lost soul." Abbot Huishan sat cross-legged on the futon, clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist gatha to You Ziqing.

"Can the abbot see me?" You Ziqing raised an eyebrow.

"The poor monk has been waiting here for a long time." Abbot Huishan said.

You Ziqing's heart sank: "Then... dare I ask the abbot, is You dead?"

"If you die, what you see will not be the poor monk, but King Yama." Abbot Huishan took the wooden fish and thumped it: "But although you are not dead, you are dead, if you If you can’t find that ray of soul, no matter how powerful the poor monk is, he can’t change his life. Now, please enter the formation, and the poor monk will help you return to life.”

"Wait." You Ziqing frowned as he recalled the experience, "Before I came here, I seemed to have gone back in time..."

"That's not going back in time." Abbot Huishan said: "It's the memory after your remnant soul merged. The time going back in what you think is just a nightmare fantasy in your eyes."

"Nightmare phenomenon?" You Ziqing pondered for a moment, then raised her head and said, "What the abbot means is that I was dreaming in my soul body, and what I experienced just now was actually just a dream, and also the memory lost after the loss of my soul? "

"Amitabha Buddha is very kind." Abbot Huishan said while knocking on the wooden fish: "It is because the soul is incomplete, and it is also overwhelming. Now that I have experienced it again, the donor seems to have calmed down a lot."

You Ziqing shook her head: "That's because, I thought it was a dream, it was fake, I..."

Before he finished speaking, another bell rang.

You Ziqing just confirmed that there is no bell in this ruined temple, so where did the sound of the bell come from?

"The child's time has come, the emperor has already opened the magic formation with blood sacrifice, the benefactor, please enter the formation quickly, if the time passes, even the poor monk will be powerless." Abbot Huishan urged.

The so-called formation is actually nothing but a gossip formation made of lit white candles.

This time You Ziqing didn't hesitate, and walked directly into the gossip formation.

Mi Mi Sanskrit sound suddenly sounded in the ears, mixed with the increasingly rapid sound of bells, You Ziqing was so noisy that he had a splitting headache, and couldn't stand it and squatted down with his head in his arms.

Suddenly, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty is awake!"

"Go and inform the emperor, go!"

Messy and eager footsteps sounded, and before You Ziqing opened his eyes to distinguish which dream it was, he was hugged into a familiar embrace, and his breath was filled with the smell of ambergris mixed with a faint floral fragrance.

Zhao Zhen...

"Ziqing, Ziqing?" Zhao Zhen saw that You Ziqing's eyes were closed tightly in his arms, showing no sign of waking up at all, so he immediately turned to look at Hu Chang: "Didn't it mean that he woke up? Why didn't he move at all?" No?!"

"Go back to the emperor." Hu Chang's tone was also a little uncertain: "The servant did see the eyelids of the emperor moved just now, and the dark three is also there. It should be, it should be right."

Zhao Zhen stopped talking nonsense, and said in a deep voice: "Tell the doctor Wu!"