The villain is not allowed to hug

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In the Dongsheng Dynasty, hundreds of officials waited in the hall, the dragon chair was left empty, and the officials were all talking about it.

"It's been three days, are you coming today?"

"I don't know. Someone has already been sent to invite them, and I don't know whether to invite them."

"Your Majesty has never been absent from the morning court for 12 years. If you don't come today, it will be four full days. Is something wrong?"

"That's right. In the past, His Majesty's old illnesses relapsed many times, and he dragged his body to the court. He just passed out after finishing the affairs. It has never been like this before."

"Fu Bo is His Majesty's personal physician. If something happens to His Majesty's health, he should have known about it long ago. He definitely won't drag it on for several days."

"And judging by Forbe's appearance, it doesn't seem to be a medical condition..."

All the officials were doubting and speculating, Uncle Fu came out from the back hall with a serious face, all the civil and military officials in the hall were waiting eagerly.

Uncle Fu sighed and shook his head: "Let's retreat first, Your Majesty has no intention of going to court today."

One of the officials boldly stepped forward and asked: "Uncle Fu, why do you dare to ask Your Majesty? You don't go to court every day, and the national conditions can't be delayed."

Uncle Fu clenched his hands under his robe, stared deeply at the official, and said indifferently: "Now the country is safe and peaceful, the people are prosperous and strong, and the borders are guarded by generals. What is the national situation? Your Majesty has worked hard for 12 years and just wants to rest for a few days. What kind of national conditions can be delayed? My lord might as well talk about it and let the officials think of a way."

"This..." The official was sweating on the corners of his temples, feeling very guilty.

Uncle Fu snorted coldly: "Please rest assured, Your Majesty is fine and very well. He just wants to rest. Let's retreat."

What are these people thinking, he still can't figure it out?

There has never been a king in history who has been able to govern the country so peacefully for more than ten years, avoiding wars and chaos, but Xie Yunxiao has no children, so some people have small thoughts and are eager to move, delusional to sit back and enjoy the success of the world, and enjoy the love of the people forever. Heart, the grace of the emperor.

In the final analysis, Xie Yunxiao was too kind all these years, and never easily killed hundreds of officials to gain power.

Uncle Fu went straight to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, took out another fox fur from the cabinet, and walked into the ice room in the dark room. Right at the door, he was surrounded by bone-chilling cold, and couldn't help wrapping himself with internal energy to keep warm.

He put the fox fur in his arms tightly before stepping in, and saw Xie Yunxiao sitting on the ice with his thin clothes leaning on the ice coffin, his eyelashes, eyebrows, and hair were covered by frost, and the breath he exhaled became a blur. The chill dissipated.

His eyes looked blankly at a certain point in the void, his face was pale, he couldn't hide his haggardness, his head was leaning against the ice coffin weakly, his lips were already chapped, and he was breathing through his mouth, as if it was very difficult to breathe.

The whole person showed a half-dead state.

As for the reason... Faber looked at the ice coffin.

The lid of the ice coffin had been lifted to the ground, and it was broken into several pieces. However, the corpse lying in the ice coffin disappeared, and the only thing that could be seen was the familiar and dazzling red outfit, which was as flat as a bed. In the ice coffin.

Taking another two steps forward, against the background of the ice surface, if you look carefully, you can see some gray-white ashes, attached to the ice surface, wrapped in clothes...

This was the night four days ago, Xie Yunxiao was standing by the ice coffin as usual, still talking carefully, but suddenly, the corpse that had been carefully cared for for 12 years turned into ashes in an instant.

At that moment, even though he was standing outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, listening to the voices calling out "Ah Feng, don't go...", he could still feel the despair and helplessness of this person at that time.

After he came in, he could feel that this person's sky had collapsed, his only sustenance, his only hope was gone.

The second time he saw Xie Yunxiao cry lifelessly, the first time was when Duan Ling died, and the second time was when his body turned into ashes...

Stepping on the ground, slowly approaching, put the fox fur on Xie Yunxiao's body again: "Master, Mr. Shen doesn't want you to be like this, he is most afraid that you will catch the cold."

Xie Yunxiao didn't respond at all, the bleeding from his chapped lips, and the blood on his hand, which came from nowhere, had already frozen into ice on the back of his hand, and this person didn't seem to notice it.

After waiting for a long time, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his pale mouth: "Yes, Ah Feng always prepares his cloak at all times and warms my hands with his own palms. He is afraid that I will get sick. As long as I am sick, he will promise me anything." , even if it's unreasonable, even if it's obvious bad intentions, he will follow me."

Speaking of this, Xie Yunxiao's eyes were filled with tears, and he looked at Uncle Fu in confusion and helplessness: "But why didn't he come this time? Did he not want me?"

Since the heartbreaking cry that night, Xie Yunxiao was like a wooden man, not talking, not drinking water, not communicating with anyone, and completely shut himself off.

This was the first time he spoke in a few days, his voice was hoarse and mocking, and he was swallowing while speaking, Fu Bo knew instantly that his throat must be broken.

And when did Xie Yunxiao show this face?At that moment, Fu Bo's heart was in pain like a knife, and he tentatively hugged him into his arms, but Xie Yunxiao didn't resist, he couldn't be good.

Uncle Fu didn't hold back either, and comforted Xie Yunxiao's icy hair, and said with a choked voice: "Mr. Shen didn't want you, no, he will come soon. After Yunxiao sleeps, Mr. Shen will come back." Yes, okay? Let's get some sleep and be good."

"Will I be good, Ah Feng, will come back?"

Xie Yunxiao's pupils were innocent, and he looked at Uncle Fu innocently. His two frostbitten hands were icy and cold, and he was tightly pinching Uncle Fu's sleeves, as if he was holding on to driftwood for survival, the only hope. .

Seeing Xie Yunxiao's appearance like this, Uncle Fu bit his lip and couldn't say a word, just nodded desperately.

Xie Yunxiao smiled foolishly: "Okay, I'm good, I'm obedient, I'm sleeping, Ah Feng is back, you have to wake me up, otherwise Ah Feng will leave in anger."

"Mmm." Uncle Fu patted Xie Yunxiao's back, suppressed his sobs and nodded, as if to promise, he said "Mmm" a few more times.

After Xie Yunxiao got an affirmative answer, he kowtowed contentedly, the exhaustion of the past few days flooded his body instantly, and he fell asleep after just a few breaths.

Uncle Fu used his internal force to drive away the coldness on Xie Yunxiao's body. He didn't dare to stay any longer, so he staggered to his feet, carried Xie Yunxiao on his back, looked back at the ice coffin, closed his eyes and left.

In the cold corridor, with the candles flickering on and off, Uncle Fu walked up step by step with his back on his back.

Returning to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he carefully put the person on the bed, but Uncle Fu found that Xie Yunxiao was still crying, crying silently, crying helplessly, just as he put down, he curled himself up in a ball, crying Calling Ah Feng.

Uncle Fu held back his tears, took water from the outside, wiped Xie Yunxiao's face clean, moistened his chapped and bleeding lips with a cotton cloth, hesitantly curled up too tightly, and Uncle Fu did not dare to use force to break the sleeping position , afraid of waking people up, wiped his hands again, and then went to prepare the medicine for clearing the mind.

He ordered no one to enter, and asked the hidden guards to guard him before he dared to leave to get the medicinal materials.

When he came back, he held an incense burner in his hand, exuding a refreshing fragrance. As soon as he stepped into the courtyard of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he saw a white dove around the window and wanted to go in, and the little rabbit hopped and ran to the wall. , stood up, and wanted to find out about the pigeon.

Fu Bo stretched out his hand, and the white dove flew around Fu Bo twice before landing on Fu Bo's finger.

I took it into the house, put the Qingshen incense next to the bed, and then opened the envelope on the white pigeon's leg. This is a carrier pigeon specially trained in the Rakshamen. It flies very fast, but the envelope tube is still firmly tied. on the legs.

Fu Bo took out a small note, there was only one sentence on it, and a small portrait was attached. Although the drawing was small, it was drawn carefully, and it was easy to see clearly.

After seeing clearly who the painting was, Uncle Fu couldn't believe it at first, but also beamed with joy...

This sleep lasted for three whole days, as if he had fallen into a nightmare, trying to struggle from time to time, Fu Bo wanted to wake him up, but the examination showed nothing, so he could only wait and dare not act rashly.

During the period, there was a light rain, and there was still humidity outside, so Uncle Fu opened the window of the house a little, making sure that Xie Yunxiao was still sleeping soundly and breathing calmly, before going out.

However, just as Fu Bo turned around, the person on the bed opened his eyes without warning, and was in a daze for a moment. After confirming his environment, he slowly sat up.

With a cold face, he stared at the window with dark eyes, his voice was still hoarse, but still serious, and said, "Chuan Shan."

Uncle Fu hadn't had a good rest in the past few days, and was taken aback by the sudden absence of the voice, but soon nodded happily and said: "Okay, okay, the old slave will go now."

He walked so fast that he didn't even have time to close the door. Xie Yunxiao got up and walked slowly to the door. Looking at the time, it seemed that it was almost time to go to court.

Rubbing his fingertips, he looked coldly into the distance, the gloomy sky, the sky was full of thick gray-yellow turbid clouds, standing alone at the door, revealing fierceness all over his body.

The little rabbit was holding the carrot, its hair was already wet with dew, and it was squatting in the corner, not satisfied with eating.

After a while, Uncle Fu brought a simple and light meal and explained: "You haven't eaten for many days, so the old slave brought you some simple food."

Xie Yunxiao sat down with a cold face: "It's okay."

Seeing Xie Yunxiao like this, Uncle Fu felt a little apprehensive, so he asked, "Does Your Majesty want to rest for another day today? He will go to court tomorrow."

According to Xie Yunxiao's invulnerability over the years, he would go to court no matter what, but he was exhausted for seven days and couldn't even sleep peacefully. Uncle Fu felt that it would be better to rest for another day.

Just as Uncle Fu expected, Xie Yunxiao said without looking sideways: "No need, I will go to court today as usual."

But then asked: "How about the border? Is Feng Xingze going smoothly?"

Uncle Fu thought for a while, and replied: "A few days ago, I wrote back, saying that the traces of the rebels have been gradually found out, and they are in the process of arresting them. The journey is far away, and the information was more than a month ago. It is estimated that the recent report is still on the way."

Xie Yunxiao was chewing, but slowly put down his chopsticks, and said slowly: "Fu Bo, what do you think I do all this?"

Uncle Fu was puzzled, Xie Yunxiao said coldly again: "I didn't intend to be an emperor, and I did all this because Ah Feng wanted to see a peaceful and prosperous world. Now that Ah Feng is gone, if I can save this world, can I also destroy it?" ?”

As he said that, an awe-inspiring bloodthirsty aura surged out of his body, and his eyes were icy cold, making Fu Bo tremble with fear.

Fearing that Xie Yunxiao would really do such a thing, he hurriedly presented the creed he received three days ago: "Master, it's never too late to make a decision after reading it."

What the master wants to do, he and the entire Rakshamen will not stop him, but this is also the world that has been paid for 12 years, Fu Bo feels that Xie Yunxiao cannot be regretted in the future.

Seeing that Xie Yunxiao picked up the chopsticks again, and didn't intend to look at it, Uncle Fu said, "Master, let's take a look, I have something with Mr. Shen..."

Before he could finish speaking, the creed in his hand had already been taken away. The person whose face was icy cold a second ago was confused for a moment after reading the creed, but the next moment there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, The creed was stuck to his heart, as if he wanted to absorb that warmth.

Seeing this, Uncle Fu let out a long sigh of relief, then saw Xie Yunxiao staring at him again, and asked, "When was it delivered?"

"Three days ago, but it may have been seven days ago when we found out." He glanced at Xie Yunxiao hesitantly, and said, "Master, it's better not to have too much hope. It may be that they have the same surname and look similar."

After all, people have been dead for 12 years, this incident is too bizarre...

But at this moment, the dark guard suddenly appeared, and sealed a stack of thick envelopes, on which was written "His Majesty's personal letter", which was written in Duan Xian.

Xie Yunxiao took out the letter paper inside, and there were five or six pieces of letter paper. Xie Yunxiao glanced at ten lines. The more he looked at the first two pieces, the more he wanted to draw a string, but when he saw the third piece, the color of his eyes changed, and he even stood up excitedly.

The last sentence "But he doesn't want to turn back..."

Xie Yunxiao swept away the mourning of the past few days, raised the corners of his mouth, and almost laughed out loud, holding the letter as if he had found a treasure, and murmured: "It's okay, just come back, just come back."

He read the letter back and forth several times, lest he miss a word, he paused suddenly, then looked at Uncle Fu again, raised his eyebrows and said, "Did I say anything outrageous just now?"

"..." Uncle Fu withdrew his gaze from wanting to probe into the letter, bit his lip, and shook his head firmly: "How could it be? Your Majesty is dedicated to the people, so why would you have such unbearable thoughts?"

You just said it, and you want to do it.

[The author has something to say: Hmm...it just blackened the loneliness.

Forbe: Luckily the letter was delivered fast enough, otherwise... cough cough!His Majesty is dedicated to the people, he is an emperor through the ages! 】