The imperial physicians knelt down one after another, and the old imperial physician who took the lead said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, King An Yi has passed away. ”

"What ......"

"Plop—"

Concubine Lan fainted heavily.

An Xuyao took a few steps back, if it weren't for the people behind him who supported him, he was afraid that Concubine Genlan would also fall together.

"You ...... You rice buckets. An Xuyao roared.

"Your Majesty, please take care of the holidays."

The doctors knelt down in front of him in unison and said.

But there was no one who didn't tremble.

Everyone knows that the three princes of Tianyuan Country are the treasure in the palm of An Xuyao's hand.

An Xuyao is a blatant pampering and comfort.

No matter how much other princes make trouble, An Xuyao has never changed the family affection reserved for An Yi.

Because An Yi is the most innocent and sensible child he has ever seen.

Good people, just like that, died.

An Xuyao was angry with the Lin family.

That night, he ordered the Lin family to be raided.

The scattered Lin family that surrounded the periphery of the imperial city was not spared.

He just wanted them to be buried with them.

The people of the Imperial City were all saddened by this.

But there is one person who looks at this matter coldly.

That is the old lady of the Murong family.

I heard that Iron Hand is one of the top ten killers in the mainland.

How could he let Ye Mubai hurt the prince at close range.

She didn't dare to publicize it, so she secretly sent someone to the palace to check.

Someone once went to the palace for a funeral, and the coffin lid was wide open, allowing people to look at the body of the "King of Comfort" generously.

I heard that his face was blackened beyond recognition due to poisoning.

The people who went in to see it vomited when they came out.

After the dead "King Anyi" was buried, Ye Zhimad began to disappear behind closed doors.

The excuse "I want to guard the prince and never marry anyone else." ”

Concubine Lan was moved, and sent a lot of money to the palace as compensation.

After such a busy work, half a month has passed.

Tonight, the moon is full.

On the treetops, a white shadow swept by.

In the palace, a small bamboo forest and a small stream are a good place to watch the night view.

"Mo Jun Evil." The sound of Ye Zhimad echoed through the forest.

A light sound of strings reverberates.

It seems to come from the sky, and it seems that the beautiful sound of the piano is close to the ears.

On the boulder, a man in a pale silver-blue brocade robe sat cross-legged.

Red Ser rested on his lap, his hands caressing the strings, and with each movement of his fingers, the light timbre floated out of the strings.

"Comfort." Ye Zhimad recognized him at a glance.

The corners of An Yi's mouth hooked, and he smiled faintly: "I've actually always wanted to take a name like this." ”

"What?"

"Infatuation!"

"Poof......" Ye Zhi smiled wildly: "I don't see how infatuated you are." ”

"I am obsessed with crickets, from small buckets to big fights, a bucket is more than 20 years, I am obsessed with playing the piano, this piano is the same as my lady, since I am sensible, it has always accompanied me, I also accompany, is this not infatuation? I feel like I'm so infatuated with them. ”

An Yi said affectionately while playing, his eyes were always staring at his piano, as if there was a stunning beauty lying in his arms.

Beauty loves him, and he loves beauty.

But......

Having said that, wouldn't it be too funny to hold a piano and look affectionate.

Ye Zhifang couldn't help but chuckle a few more times.

The treetops swayed, and white shadows swept by.

Mo Junxie descended from the sky and hugged Ye Zhimad from behind.

"Miss me?"

"I don't want to." Ye Zhimad pouted and said.

"Yo, I really have no conscience, I have to leave tomorrow night, don't think about me for the rest of your life if you have the ability." Mo Junye pinched her face and said.