The storm of breaking the flail, the sky of the sky

- Gray spots appear on the arms.

Yan Qi lay on the bed, stretching her arms, as if she wanted to see those spots more clearly.

The whole day yesterday, until the end, I couldn't find a chance to talk to Jie Gen, and finally put pancakes on the bed in the middle of the night, and then fell asleep in extreme sleepiness.

Since waking up in the morning, my body is not right.

The scene in front of him was constantly spinning, and there was an inexplicable pain spreading from the deepest part of his head, his body was limp, his joints ached, his throat and chest seemed to be burnt, and he felt that it was very difficult to breathe.

When people describe how easy it is for a person to do something, they often describe it as "as easy as breathing", but Yan Qi feels that even breathing, which is usually taken for granted, has become so difficult.

Precisely because breathing is the instinct of a living being, when Xi Qi really cared about it at this time, he had a feeling that he didn't know how to breathe.

So uncomfortable, so uncomfortable.

How should breathing be done?

Yan Qi opened his mouth wide and inhaled forcefully, even though his lungs felt the pain of being smoked, and then forcefully exhaled that breath, repeating over and over again.

But it didn't work. Instead, the feeling of suffocation became more serious, as if the body suddenly couldn't accept the air.

In fact, there was such a sign before going to bed yesterday, but at that time Xiong Qi was full of confusion, and only regarded it as a depression caused by not being able to explain it to Jie Gen.

If this kind of situation happened to other people, they would probably feel that they might be sick and caught a cold, but Xiong Qi would not be so naive.

...To be precise, it is also true that it is sick.

A creature like a unicorn can only suffer from one disease.

"The disease of injustice..."

The unexpected is also reasonable, and Yan Qi didn't feel particularly surprised.

I almost had a premonition yesterday, and the worst case was nothing more than that, but when it really happened, Xin Qi still felt his brain was screwed up, and he was in chaos.

...It's really miserable.

From a very early age, Yan Qi had a special fear of death, and among all the ways of death, he probably feared losing his way the most.

The reason is very simple, whether it is assassination or self-inflicted suicide, the cause of death is always on oneself, but if one dies because of wrongdoing, it is dragged down to death by an incompetent king—this is what Xiong Qi always thought before .

But now... Losing the way is losing the way, yes, but it was not the incompetent king who dragged him down, on the contrary, it was the incompetent him who dragged down Jiegen.

This useless self made his self-loathing even worse.

The one who made the mistake was obviously him, but if Qiaoguo continues to lose his way like this, no matter whether he will die or not, Jiegen will definitely be buried with him.

If the Qilin dies, the king will surely die, or the king will voluntarily go to Pengshan to abdicate, so that although the Qilin can survive, the king will also die because of returning the divine book.

You see, how cruel the emperor of heaven is, he doesn't care about injustice, regardless of the ins and outs, the innocent must die, but the guilty can escape their lives.

Yan Qi considered the consequences very calmly. When he thought of this, his eyes suddenly opened wide. He couldn't help but sit up from the bed he had been lying on just now, supported the edge of the bed, and stared blankly at the void in front of him.

...Yiegen, will you go to Pengshan to abdicate by yourself in order to let me survive?

Will do.

Although Jiegen rejected him several times yesterday, although he did not confirm it to himself, at this moment, it doesn't matter if he is ridiculed for being complacent or narcissistic, there is a voice in his heart telling him: Jiegen will do that, for him And went to Pengshan to abdicate.

Then another voice yelled: —how can this be!

Yan Qi should be very afraid of death, but after thinking of this possibility, he didn't feel any joy at all.

When he woke up and found that he was suffering from a disease of injustice, Yan Qi didn't panic, and he didn't immediately want to go to Jie Gen to explain and cure it, because he felt that this was the result he deserved, so he just paid for it with death. Own mistake, that's fair enough.

His only regret was dragging down Jie Gen, other than that, he didn't have any objections.

He was the one who brought Jiegen from Zhongzai's mansion to Cuihuang Palace. It was he who made a maid become the king of Qiao Kingdom, but he never told her who was at a loss what to do with this king; Years, such a long time wasted for a young girl—the palace of King Mingming is called Changle Palace, but every day that Jiegen spent there was not happy at all.

Then, until now, he made a mistake, but he has to use his life to make up for this mistake.

And him?Clearly thinking of Jiegen's possible actions, but still hanging his head here in dejection, waiting for her to go to Pengshan alone, sacrifice her life to save his life, and then choose the next king with peace of mind?

——how can this be!

——This-how-what-can-can! ! ! ?

Yan Qi turned over and got out of bed, before she even had time to put on decent clothes and shoes and socks, she walked out of the inner hall in obscene clothes and bare feet.

"...Where is the Lord?" He asked the accompanying officials guarding the gate.

Although Yan Qi tried his best to suppress the waves in his heart, the officials accompanying him were startled when he saw that Mr. Zaifu, who was usually dressed in black, was so disfigured at this time. Qi saluted, and said tremblingly: "In...in the Lord's own palace."

Yan Qi raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything, as if he didn't notice that there was anything wrong with his appearance, he just pressed his chest that was hurting more and more because of his actions, and walked through the cloud corridor to the palace arranged for Jie Gen in Fangguo Going forward, ignoring the Qiaoguo and Fangguo officials who saw him saluting or slandering him on the road, he went straight to the door of Jiegen's bedroom, waved away the accompanying officials who wanted to inform, and opened the door rudely.

"Master...!"

Jie Gen inside the door was sitting on the seat tying her leggings, when she heard Xiangqi's voice, she had no choice but to give up the half-tied straps and raised her head.

"It's Xie Lan." Jie Gen smiled and called his name, as if yesterday's unhappiness did not exist at all, but Xie Qi could feel that her original attachment to him had completely disappeared, only a faint sense of alienation.

After saying hello, she continued to bend down, fastened her leggings, and then stood up.

"I'm thinking that you should come here soon, and I feel much more at ease seeing you before I leave."

Only then did Xiang Qi see her attire clearly.

It's not the complicated formal attire that usually represents King Gong, but the black riding attire, which is a bit similar to the attire specially worn by the female military officer when she first met Fei Xiaoying when she first met her - this is also a matter of course, if you have to travel a long distance If not, the original heavy accessories and clothes are too inconvenient.

Yan Qi felt that his mood was sinking, and he felt that the place on his arm with the gray spots began to burn like pain, so he couldn't help holding it down with his other hand.

"My lord...where are you going?" He heard himself say in a dry voice.

Jie Gen said briskly with a relaxed and relieved tone: "I'm going to Pengshan....I asked Feng Wang to borrow a beast yesterday, but it's a pity that I can't thank him in person. Help me thank him."

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