At this time, there was an uneasy commotion outside.

"I'm looking for Yunhe Shenjun, you don't know me anymore? I'm a military doctor. ”

The royal army guarding here didn't seem to hear at all, and didn't even blink an eye.

"I have a big deal with Yunhe Shenjun, you guys get out of the way." The medic was a little more anxious.

A royal soldier standing next to him raised his head: "I know you, military doctor, but this room is inhabited by the Cloud Crane Divine Monarch, and we can't let people in easily."

The military doctor stomped his foot in a hurry and anger: "Oops!"

While they were talking, Yunhe heard the voice, and Yu Qingling had already helped Yunhe out of the house.

The royal army all knelt neatly on one knee and saluted, except for the medic who bent down and saluted.

Yunhe and the military doctor glanced at each other, and the two of them knew what was going on.

Yunhe whispered, "Take me there."

The military doctor saluted again, turned to the right, leaving a path in the middle, and Yu Qingling helped Yunhe to the front, and the military doctor followed closely behind them.

They walked to a quiet place, and the military doctor looked left and right to make sure that there was no one around, so he bent down and whispered to Yunhe, "Shenjun, the person has woken up." ”

Yunhe asked as he walked, "Do you have anything to say?"

"No, just eyes open and nothing said." The military doctor shook his head and said.

The two of them said no more, and hurried to the room. Yu Qingling, who was holding Yunhe, suddenly stopped.

Yunhe looked at her in surprise, and Yu Qingling smiled slightly: "Maybe I shouldn't go in, I'll wait for you outside."

Yunhe's heart was in a mess, and he didn't know how to explain to Yu Qingling, so he didn't say a word to Yu Qingling in the end, and turned around and entered the house.

Yu Qingling looked at his back, and her heart throbbed.

"Xiaojing?" Lin Yanjing opened his eyes, his eyes were blank, staring straight at the roof, the sludge and blood on his face had been wiped clean, his fair skin was exposed, and his dark and translucent eyes were now like a dead pool, no matter who or what he did, he couldn't make any waves.

Yunhe walked to the side of the bed and whispered again: "Xiaojing? ”

Lin Yanjing looked at Yunhe in response, his deep pool-like eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of hope, and he sat up from the bed suddenly: "Brother Yunhe, is it really you?"

Yun He smiled and rubbed his head: "Who else can you be so handsome and dashing, who else can you be besides your Brother Yun He?"

If Yunhe said this on weekdays, Lin Yanjing would definitely pour a basin of cold water on Yunhe's head mercilessly.

But thinking of his father, his brothers and sisters had all died tragically in the council hall of the Divine Cloud Temple, he really couldn't laugh.

"Brother Yunhe, my father is dead." Lin Yanjing's eyes looked at the red sun rising in the sky, as if his father was standing there straight.

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Yunhe gradually let go of his grip on Lin Yanjing's hand, and his face became more and more cold.

In the end, he let go of Lin Yanjing's hand, and his voice was so cold that there was no temperature: "Master, how could it be?" How could the people in the House of Counsel be? Didn't you all go back to your hometown? ”

Speaking of sadness, Lin Yanjing's tears were like beads with broken threads, I don't know if it was because the surroundings of Yunhe were surprisingly cold, Lin Yanjing felt that his tears had no temperature at all.

"My father thought you were dead, and he said that you must have been killed, and he was going to avenge you." Lin Yanjing's voice was very small.

Yun He heard the words in his heart: "Is it Yun Luan?" These three light words, Yunhe gritted his teeth and worked hard for a long time to say them.

After speaking, Yunhe's heart was filled with grief.

Lin Yanjing nodded hatefully, there was something he didn't know whether to say or not, he thought for a long time, and finally said it in a low voice: "Is the Divine Monarch willing to avenge his father?"

Lin Yanjing was inquiring, he knew that Yun Luan was Yun He's own sister, and he was unwilling to push Yun He too hard.

Yunhe clenched his fists: "Don't worry, Master's revenge has been avenged." It was obviously a comforting word, but Yun He said it in extremely cold words, which made Lin Yanjing tremble.

Yun He tried his best to soften his gaze: "Is there anyone else alive besides you?"

Lin Yanjing said grief-stricken: "No, at that time, my father asked everyone to wait outside the hall, and we waited with our brothers and sisters for a long time, but we never waited for my father to come back, but waited for the Praetorian Guards to surround us, and I watched my brothers die one by one in front of my eyes." I was also stabbed with a sword and was unconscious. I really didn't expect that I would survive. ”

Lin Yanjing clenched his fists and slammed them the bed, and his immature face showed grief and resentment that did not match his age.

He raised his head and looked at Yunhe expectantly: "Brother Yunhe, what did you mean when you said that revenge has been avenged?"

Yun He was reluctant to meet his scorching gaze, and put his eyes into the sky, looking at the birds soaring in the sky, Yun He sighed in his heart: "After all, it can't be the idle cloud and wild crane that my father expects."

He lowered his head and smiled at Lin Yanjing: "Xiaojing, Yunluan is dead."

Lin Yanjing's eyes lit up at first, and then dimmed, Yun Luan was dead, and the revenge of his father and senior brothers was avenged, but they would never come back.

Yunhe touched Lin Yanjing's head: "You take care of your injuries, from now on, I won't let anyone hurt you again."

Lin Yanjing nodded, he believed in Yunhe, in Lin Yanjing's impression, from childhood to adulthood, as long as Yunhe said something, there was nothing that could not be done.

Lin Yanjing lay on the bed, covered the quilt, and fell asleep obediently.

Yunhe glanced at him again before he came out of the room with a sigh.

When he went out, he saw Yu Qingling still waiting for him outside the door, and he stepped forward to meet Yu Qingling: "Let's go."

Yu Qingling nodded, and our royal army will assist Yunhe Jun to ascend the throne smoothly outside the council hall.

Yunhe always felt that this mode of getting along was very uncomfortable, but he didn't know what was wrong, so he just nodded.

Yunhe walked into the council hall under the escort of a large number of royal troops. He changed out of the white clothes he usually liked to wear the most, and put on the dark blue Divine Monarch court clothes, although he had been a Divine Monarch for many years before, but this was the first time he wore this dress.

The council hall was full of ministers, just like when they went to court. In fact, after those ministers heard that Yun Luan was dead, none of them were willing to come to the Divine Cloud Temple. However, the soldiers of the royal army found them early in the morning, and followed them every step of the way, and if they refused to come, their heads would immediately fall to the ground.

They knew that the soldiers of the royal army were guarding outside at the moment, and no one dared to say "no"

Seeing Yunhe wearing a gorgeous and dazzling court dress and walking in with high steps, the ministers did not wait for Yunhe to sit on the throne, they bowed and knelt down one after another: "Long live my monarch, long live, long live, long live."

Zhao Po, as the commander of the army of Yunhe, stood at the front of the hall, he saw Yunhe wearing cumbersome court clothes, walking in front of him, his intuition told himself that this Yunhe was no longer the Yunhe who used to play with him.

With the earth-shattering sound of long live, Yunhe sat on the throne, and this time, he really sat on the throne.

Yunhe stretched out a hand and made a "please get up" movement: "Zhongqing, please get up."

There was another neat and loud voice: "Xie Junshang."

Before Yunhe could speak, a very clever minister stood up first: "The king is sent by the destiny of the gods, and we have been confused by the villain and messed up, and I ask the king to forgive me."

Yunhe stared at him with a smile, seeing that his scalp was numb, and his head was tightly pressed against the ground, for fear of staring at Yunhe.

All the ministers present were frightened by such an atmosphere, and no one dared to believe that the person in front of him, who had a powerful aura and played with everyone's fate between applause, would be the same Yunhe he used to be.

The minister really couldn't stand such high pressure, and kowtowed again and again: "Your Excellency, the villain is confused for a while, please spare your life!"

Yunhe suddenly laughed: "When did I say that I wanted to take Aiqing's life, knowing my mistakes can improve greatly, it's too late for Benjun to be happy, please hurry up."

When the minister saw that he had picked up a life, he kowtowed his head again: "Thank you, your kindness, my god clan is lucky."

Seeing that Yunhe's tone became kind, all the ministers breathed a sigh of relief.

Yunhe's gaze swept over the faces of the ministers, everyone was respectful, but there were a few people who were timid and afraid of death, but conceited.

Among all the ministers, those who were unwilling to go to court and did not want to worship Yunhe as a god monarch had already been killed by the royal army.

So now in the hall, either they really support Yunhe, or they don't care who is the king, as long as they can save their lives, or they are forced to give in because the swords in the hands of the royal army are not long-sighted.

But either way, they are respectful.

But there are still a few arrogant guys, but they have chosen the most inconspicuous corners early in the morning. Yun He didn't bother to look at them squarely, and waved his hand directly, and several royal soldiers walked in and killed them on the ground.

Yun He sneered in his heart: "If it was really a loyal person, he should have died last night, and their group of people just wanted to play prestige and make themselves afraid."

Those few people were in front of the public, and before they could resist, they were blocked by the royal army with a sword.

Blood splashed on the body of the minister standing next to him, the minister closed his eyes in fright and trembled, but the voice of the cloud crane like a warm sun sounded in his ears again: "Everyone, Emperor Yunluan is the sister of this monarch, and this monarch has decided to bury Emperor Yunluan in accordance with the etiquette system of the emperor."

How dare the ministers hesitate a little: "Your Majesty's mercy is really a great blessing for my divine clan!"

Yunhe nodded with satisfaction, and his eyes fell on Li Ying, the secretary of the military department, who was standing in the very corner.

"Li Yingshangshu?" Li Ying, who was named by name, was so frightened that he knelt directly on the ground, and replied tremblingly: "The lower official is here"

"Now that the defense of the Protoss is weak, I will send you to let the 400,000 army led by General Qin withdraw to the Protoss."

Li Ying's worst worry still happened, this morning, he went up to the court to worship all the Bodhisattvas, Guanyin, Buddha statues, even the koi in his own pool, he also kowtowed three times, just to be able to Shenjun can not hand over the order to Qin Yishuang to himself.

Unexpectedly, he cried out in pain: "Heavens, am I not pious enough?"