As early as the day when King Lanling entered the palace, that is, on the second day of their wedding, he realized that things might have changed, and immediately sent Yun Yao out of the city, claiming that the princess could not endure the heat and went to the countryside early to recuperate. But only a few of his cronies knew that the princess had been sent by the king to a village in the suburbs and kept under strict guard.

In the past few days, the situation in Yecheng has changed, the king of Lanling has been imprisoned, the emperor has been on the throne, the new emperor has ascended the throne, the ministers have rebelled, and the king of Lanling has come back from the dead like a god...... One by one, people can't breathe, even if they are far away in the suburbs of the city, they can feel a trace of oppression.

Besides, Yun Yao is not very human, she has been staying with King Lanling with her soul body these days, and she has not returned until today.

King Lanling raised his hand and signaled his entourage to be restless. He paced two steps in front of the palace wall, his sharp gaze roaming over the faces of his subordinates, faintly revealing a little coldness. One of the first of the vassals—King Lanling vaguely remembered that his surname was Yuan, and he was a descendant of Emperor Wei of the previous dynasty—glared fiercely at the handsome county king in front of him, and sneered: "Sure enough, it is an immortal scourge. ”

There were a few brushes around, and many of the guards flashed their blades out.

King Lanling smiled calmly, his gaze stayed on their faces for a moment, and then swept over the waists of those people, and suddenly ordered: "Surrender their swords." ”

The guards responded in unison, swarming forward like tigers and wolves, and seized the blades of those who were in front of them.

For a while, the sound of cursing and angry reprimands was everywhere, but the king of Lanling turned a deaf ear, and after those blades were surrendered, he cut them off one by one with his own hands. His saber sharpened iron like clay, and he was very handy at doing these things, regardless of the iron faces of those people.

After doing these things, the king of Lanling raised his hand again, and an elderly prince came to him, looking at him with an unhappy face. This prince is the elder of the King of Lanling, and he is also the clan relative of the Zongzheng Temple, and he was forcibly brought over by the guards just now.

King Lanling spoke: "Your Majesty is dead, and there should be another new emperor in the court to preside over the overall situation." ”

The Prince's eyelids jumped.

King Lanling continued: "Since the Emperor Taishang took the throne, he has lived in Taoism for a long time, and this morning he was detained by these traitors, and he is still sleeping in the other garden. Uncle—" He glanced at the guards beside him, his expression smiling rather than smiling, "Then ask Uncle, to take charge of the overall situation." ”

The prince took two steps back and said in shock, "You, you—"

Isn't he going to take charge of the big picture himself?

The prince glanced at King Lanling again and again, but found that this junior had a faint expression, his eyebrows were as sharp as a sword, and there was a faint sense of might. The prince frowned, glanced at the generals and traitors beside him, and said, "This is your original intention?" ”

King Lanling smiled: "Naturally. ”

"Hmm......," the prince pondered for a moment, bowing slightly, "that's it." ”

After leaving half of the guards to preside over the overall situation with the prince, the first guard of the Lanling Dynasty nodded and followed him out of the city. The defenders outside the city gate had almost left, and there were his own soldiers inside and out, and the black oppression from a distance was quite powerful. He rode out of the city, searched for a moment among the guards, and sure enough, he saw a small figure.

Among the wolf-like guards, his princess seemed too petite.

There was a smile in King Lanling's eyes, and the sharpness between his eyebrows gradually faded a little. He rode forward, carried the princess who was protected by the guards, and asked in a low voice, "How did you get here?" But there was no reproach.

His princess was a little nervous, took his hand, motioned for him to bow her head, and then whispered in his ear, "I had another dream last night. Changgong, among those subordinates, is there one of them who has a beard? ”

King Lanling recalled for a moment and said softly, "Hmm. ”

Yun Yao suddenly became nervous. She squeezed his palm and said solemnly, "You know that my dreams often come true. Changgong, I dreamed that he had a poisoned crossbow on him, and that crossbow was so small that it could be held in the palm of his hand—"

"The King's !!"

A white horse galloped out of the city, and the guards on horseback looked anxious. He came to King Lanling in one breath, ignored the princess in King Lanling's arms, and hurriedly blurted out: "Someone has a crossbow/arrow hidden on his body, and he wants to take the life of the Emperor Taishang - his subordinates are saying that the king's front foot went out of the city gate, and the queen Taishang's foot woke up, and now he is presiding over the overall situation in front of the palace, but unexpectedly he was injured by a crossbow/arrow, and the imperial doctor is treating it." King, uh, King? ”

The guards finished saying those words in one breath, but found that King Lanling was not shocked or angry, only his brows furrowed slightly.

He lowered his head, noticed that his princess was a little uneasy, and gently clutched his sleeve.

King Lanling said in a low voice that it was okay, then raised his hand, and motioned for the guards beside him to step forward, and the original relaxed expression disappeared, replaced by a solemn and cold expression, "Go back to the palace." He commanded in a deep voice.

The surrounding guards said their promises in unison, tightly guarded the side of King Lanling, and followed him into the city.

The situation in the city was much worse than the Lanling King had imagined.

Perhaps because of the sudden appearance of the Emperor Taishang, the atmosphere in the city has become faintly lively. The results of the imperial doctors' diagnosis and treatment have also come out, and what the Emperor Taishang suffered was nothing more than a flesh wound, and although the crossbow/arrow was sharp, it was not quenched. King Lanling glanced down at the princess, and his heart tightened.

Never quenched?

Ah Yao said clearly just now......

But he didn't have time to think too much, so he took the princess and the guards to the palace wall. In front of the palace wall still stood those former generals, one by one dejectedly not knowing what to think. King Lanling's memory is excellent, and after a slight glance, he can see that there is one person missing, but the one who is missing is not a beard.

At the moment of lightning, King Lanling vaguely saw that those people were faintly glowing with a faint blue light. He subconsciously drew his sword to block it, and heard a dinging sound in his ear, and a small crossbow/arrow glowing with a faint blue light fell to the ground, obviously quenched and poisoned.

There was a sudden slight commotion among the subordinates. moving, everyone's face is a little unpleasant.

"Search, search me carefully!" One of the lieutenants shouted.

The subordinates were pressed to the ground, and every inch of their bodies was carefully searched. The faces of the guards were a little unpleasant, and they tensed their faces one by one, and threw all the things on the subordinates' bodies, whether they were jade pendants, bead strings or wrenches, on the ground.

Suddenly, King Lanling felt a sinking in his arms, and his princess fell softly in his arms, her face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat was falling.

"A-Yao?" He grabbed her wrist and whispered.

Yun Yao didn't hear it. To be precise, the whispering in her ears now seemed to have ten thousand bees fluttering in her ears. She felt someone grab her wrist and pinch her acupuncture points over and over again, but she couldn't wake up in a groggy mind, as if she was stunned.

She remembered in hindsight that this should be her fulfillment, the last hexagram.

The moment the hexagram came true, she felt the cracking sound coming from the depths of her soul, which was extremely clear, piercing her eardrum one by one. The back of her hand was faintly hot, as if some faint sweet spring water was flowing over and over her limbs. She wanted to moan. groaned, but he still remembered that this was in front of the public, so he held back.

He called out to A-Yao over and over again, but she didn't hear her.

King Lanling closed his eyes, stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms, and nodded to the guards next to him.

The guards understood and took the ministers in front of them down. The prince's face was a little ugly, but he didn't say much. After all, if it hadn't been for King Lanling's quick enough movement just now, he would already be a corpse lying on the ground.

The king of Lanling turned his horse's head and galloped towards his mansion.

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Yun Yao's coma was three full days.

For three days and three nights, she couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything, and everything around her was white, like an eternal fog, and like the moment when heaven and earth were first opened. She moaned lowly. As soon as she spoke, she felt someone hold her in her arms and gently pat her back as if to soothe a baby.

She unconsciously grabbed the man's hand and said something in fits and starts.

She started dreaming again. This time it was still the palace, and it was still a fire in the sky, and the king of Lanling hung a long sword from his waist, standing in front of the palace where the fire was spreading, his eyes deep and dark. She stepped forward silently, wrapped her arms around his waist, and leaned gently on his shoulder.

King Lanling remained motionless, his dry and warm palm covering the back of her hand, rubbing it over and over again.

There were three successive bows from the palace walls, as well as the intermittent sound of the eunuch announcing the will. She let out a low whimper, and her whole body became hot like fire, and the faint lines on the back of her hand spread to her whole body, and then to his.

"Chang Gong." She said word for word, "I would like to share my life with you." ”

King Lanling lowered his head, and at his feet lay a tiny □□ glowing with a faint blue light.

She closed her eyes, clenched the wide palm in her palm, and repeated word for word: "I coexist with you." ”

A low, deep voice echoed in her chest, as if from an eternal distant memory, an eternal bloodline and a great witch. She repeated the phrase over and over again, and saw a small piece of starlight in the darkness. She knew that it was the soul of the world, and she didn't care, because the most blazing light was beside her, warmly dispelling all darkness.

He took her hand and smiled deeply, "Is this a love story?" ”

Be. Neither is it.

She moved her lips slightly, unable to make a sound. A faint glow spread from her body, gradually enveloping them together, as if returning to her mother's womb, warm and peaceful. She struggled slightly for a moment, and finally opened her eyes, looked at the haggard young prince beside her, and gently stroked his face.

"How long have you not rested?" She whispered.

"Soon." He didn't mind describing himself as depressed, "It's just three days and two nights." ”