Yin Shao shuddered, because when the emperor became indifferent...... It's a little scary.

Yin Shao clenched his palms, and he knelt on the ground with a pop.

"Your Majesty...... You, mourn!!"

......

Liang Guijun is a fool and has a foolish fortune, he has been favored a lot recently, and the palace is all in his eyes.

Emperor Yongyin treated him well, indulged him, spoiled him, and really held him on the tip of his heart.

However, now something happened in the palace.

Just recently, when the sky was dawning, a thunderbolt was very terrifying, and it struck the Chongxiao Palace.

The huge first palace turned into ruins.

When Fang Jue, your servant, walked out of the ruins with people in his arms, he saw that Fang Jue's face was miserable and white.

And your lord was not angry at all.

When Zhou Yanqing came in a hurry, he saw that outside the ruins of the Chongxiao Palace, the young man Fang Jue was kneeling on the ground.

In front of Fang Jue was a white cloth, and the slender outline of a human figure could be vaguely seen.

Zhou Yanqing's brain was a little up, she opened her mouth, and slowly closed it.

The face is full of incomprehension, unbelievable, and the mind is even more empty!

The whole person seemed to have become lighter, as if I didn't know what place this was, and I didn't know how this scene was caused.

How could such a good person die suddenly?

Is it because of this morning's thunder?

But Liang asked, isn't he a golden finger against the sky?

Isn't he God's own son?

With the protection of heaven and luck, how could he die?

She swallowed her throat, she didn't know how pale her face was, and her mood was like a building collapsing, almost collapsing.

I remember that there were some very painful things.

She was not a very courageous person, and she had held the little fool's hand several times and stared at the little fool's clean and handsome face.

"I'm glad there's still you. ”

She had said this over and over again several times.

yes, fortunately there's still him.

Since coming to this world, I don't know who I am, only he is really on her side.

He always takes a sip of incense, his face is full of innocence, and sometimes he shakes a little cleverness, but it doesn't hurt.

She wanted to spoil him and pamper him.

He likes to eat, and she does it in a different way. He was coquettish and tricky with her, softly begging her to hug her, and touching her skin, and she was always allowed.

The human heart is very mysterious.

He was kind to her, and she cherished it even more.

She is always healed by him, he is her courage, constantly replenishing her motivation to move forward.

She walked lightly to the white cloth of the morgue.

She had seen a lot of corpses, not to mention far away, just the last time she washed the palace in blood, she herself created more than 400 cruel corpses.

But there has never been a time when she has been able to bring such a shocking impact!

She slowly bent down, picked up the corner of the white cloth, and suddenly tore the white cloth completely with force.

The little fool lay quietly and looked as if he had fallen asleep.

Her face was whiter than usual, her lips were lighter than usual, and her favorite pair of clean, clear, ignorant and innocent eyes were closed at the moment.

There were no injuries on the outside, and he did not suffer any external injuries.

So how did he die?

She rolled her eyes stiffly, and finally met the young man Fang Jue's face that seemed to be like a dead heart.

"What the hell happened this morning?"

Fang Jue knelt on the ground with a sluggish expression, his face full of numbness.

The Emperor's voice seemed to come from a far, far away world.

He suddenly hugged his head and let out a cry of pain.

'Xiangxiang ......'

'Let him die......

'He wants to harm my fragrant ......'

'Man dies as a ghost, and a ghost dies as a deaf ......'