In Fengzhao Imperial City, the Son of Heaven was angry, and the people were panicked.

Although it is already a warm spring in April, everyone in and out of the palace feels like a man on their backs, like walking on thin ice.

It is already the fourth wave of people to be disposed of, since the news of Shen Liangchen's death reached Fengzhao, almost every day someone was summoned into the palace late at night to talk to Yi Lunhuan secretly, and after coming out, they either had a cold corpse or were demoted to a secluded place. From Fengzhao to the south to Qingyi, from the general soldier Shangshu to the Taishou assassination history, all the officials became frightened birds for a while, day and day fear, unable to sleep at night, for fear that the emperor would summon himself into the palace in a dream one day, and he didn't know how to die.

Some well-informed people privately discussed that there was another very important reason for the emperor's anger this time, that is, among the remaining 30,000 soldiers, a quarter escaped from the battle, and even a small number of them defected to the Yaoyue Kingdom. Although such a thing that harmed the country's prestige and hurt the country's foundation was vigorously suppressed by Yi Lunhuan, there were still rumors leaking, which made Yi Lunhuan busy dealing with the guilty officials while also dealing with those broken words, which was really troublesome.

Kang Jiuhe and Mei Rong stayed with Yi Lunhuan every day, watching him deal with government affairs all the time, sometimes even sleepless all night, and when he was so angry that he summoned three or four officials into the palace to ask for guilt, he spit out a mouthful of blood when no one was around. Yi Lunhuan stayed up day and night, and his body was losing weight day by day, and both of them were very worried.

However, these two people are a lot more rounded, and they are forced to eat the soup and tonic sent by the mothers of various palaces every day, and their waists have quietly gained weight. Mei Rong is a person who practices martial arts, and he needs to pay careful attention to his body shape, so he is even more hard Kang Jiu and a handful of years, and his stomach, which is already many circles, has a few more circles, and I don't know if the cholesterol is a little higher.

This night, Yi Lunhuan had just finished disposing of an official who had suffered a loss of grain and grass in the treasury due to corruption, and was sitting on the dragon chair resting, and Kang Jiuhe came to report to Nangong Yu to ask for a meeting. Yi Lunhuan raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were a little darker, and although he was a little tired, he still announced his visit.

Not long after, a dark blue brocade robe appeared in the center of the hall in the moonlight, and the black ink hair was scattered like a waterfall, gently brushing away the hazy night. A pair of peach blossom eyes are seductive, with a woman-like charm, smiling.

He saluted respectfully, leaning down like a fluffy and supple rabbit. After hearing Yi Lunhuan's command to flatten his body, he looked up at Yi Lunhuan who was squinting slightly, and a trace of brocade-like long hair slid down his ears, outlining the shadow of the curved crescent, and he looked charming.

At such a cusp, Nangong Yu, who had just returned from the envoy to Wuguo six days ago, openly took the initiative to enter the palace to ask to see the emperor, presumably it would cause an uproar in the government and the opposition on the second day. At this time, the protagonist of this turmoil is standing in the center of the Qiankun Palace, the dome of the main hall is shining with starlight, through the double layer of translucent glazed stone slabs on the top of the hall to circulate dazzling spots, projected on the glazed stone slabs embedded in the colorful gems, into colorful light gently poured on him, so that he is like a glimpse of the sun in the deep sea and the circulation of thousands of colorful fish.

Such a beautiful scene in the world, Yi Lunhuan didn't bother to raise his eyes. He gently threw the fold he had just finished reading on the desk and cleared his throat softly, so as not to let Nangong Yu hear his tiredness.

"What?"

Nangong Yu had a smile in his peach blossom eyes, and his slender jade hand took out a fold from his sleeve, then bowed his head and stretched out respectfully in the direction of Yi Lunhuan.

Yi Lunhuan raised his eyes and glanced at Nangong Yu, the mist in the delicate phoenix eyes was misty, making it difficult to see the deep thoughts hidden in the depths of the mist. When his heavy gaze turned to the fold in Nangong Yu's hand, a cold light suddenly appeared, as if it was about to freeze the weak tissue paper and what was written on the thin paper in an instant.

Kang Jiuhe handed the fold to Yi Lunhuan, and then retreated with Mei Makeup. Only Yi Lunhuan and Nangong Yu were left in the main hall. The cold and bright light swirled between the two, sparkling and agile like a wave. Yi Lunhuan carefully read the words on the fold, there was a faint anger in his empty eyes, and he raised his eyes to look at Nangong Yu who was smiling at the corner of his mouth, and a cold air escaped from Qianjun's silent gaze.

"Light up, it's too dark, my eyes are a little unhappy." As soon as Qingqian's words came out, someone behind the screen used internal force to instantly ignite all the lights in the hall, and the hall was suddenly brightly lit. Yi Lunhuan's face, which had been hidden in the dark, suddenly became clear under the bright lights, and the face of the god of love like jade suddenly crashed into Nangong Yu's eyes, and the peach blossom eyes that looked forward to the life suddenly lost their minds for a moment, like the young and soft peach blossoms being crushed by the fierce wind and crushed into mud.

"What does Aiqing think?" Yi Lunhuan squinted at Nangong Yu, his stunning face sparkling in the candle flame, clear and cold.

"Your Majesty." Nangong Yu looked at Yi Lunhuan deeply, his eyes were sticky, quite infatuated. He called Yi Lunwan in a low voice, and his lips opened slightly, shining brightly.

"I don't think I need to go through a lot of trouble, it's just a few thieves who tell the crowd." Yi Lunhuan waved his hand lightly, and his sleeve robe waved out like a bird's feather, drawing a bright and strong golden line, which instantly cut off Nangong Yu's obsessive gaze.

"The minister has just come from the southern tour, and he knows that this rumor is by no means an unintentional theory of one or two people, but a heart-wrenching theory that has caused a storm in the city. The south is close to the bright moon, so he is closer to these witchcraft. Now rumors are spreading, and the source of these rumors is Liang Nan. If the people believe this ill-intentioned rumor, the people's hearts will be unstable, and the entire society will be harmed! Nangong Yu's eyes were full of smiles, like peach blossoms at dusk, restraining her bewitching posture as the light gradually dimmed, and slowly hid in the cold darkness.

"Your Majesty, you have always hated and hated demonic magic the most, and today's attitude is not like yours." After a long silence, Nangong Yu spoke slowly, with a hint of indignation in his tone.

As soon as the word disgust came out, a few traces of irrepressible anger suddenly appeared on Yi Lunwan's slightly drooping face. A hot current roared and surging in his chest, and his anger poured down, he looked up at Nangong Yu, his voice was like a warm jade that burst brown and black cracks by the flames, moist and scorching.

"Presumptuous!"

"Your Majesty's old hatred, can you remember? Your Majesty's promises in the past, can you remember? Your Majesty's old friendship can still be remembered! Nangong Yu was not deterred by the anger of the Son of Heaven, and a pair of charming peach blossom eyes were forced up like lightning, like bright golden armor in the wind, swaggering recklessly on the eve of the storm that was about to come in the mountains.

"Nangong Yu, you really rely on my favor for you, lawless!" Yi Lunhuan threw the fold in his hand like an arrow, and smashed straight down at Nangong Yu's feet. The fire splashed in the phoenix's eyes, he got up, and the bright yellow dragon robe flew in the light and candle shadow, and there was a drowsy wind.

"Why do you, why do you have to be the same as Shen Liangchen!"

"Treat Your Majesty as a confidant and close friend, cast your affection with sincerity, take care of each other with all sincerity, and speak freely because of the depth of love, am I and Liangchen wrong?" Nangong Yu's voice became more and more excited, his chest rose and fell slightly, and the slightly heavier wheezing sound echoed in the empty hall.

"I am the Son of Heaven!" Yi Lun pulled out the dragon pattern sword embedded with multicolored gems next to the dragon chair with a swipe, the cold light flashed sharply, accompanied by the thunder, drawing out a roaring and cold wind, and the sharpened tip of the sword went straight to Shangnangong Yu's throat, full of strength, but he paused fiercely a second before stabbing it.

"Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, but we are still us, and we still regard Your Majesty as the affectionate and righteous little five in the past." Nangong Yu was not afraid, he still stood there like a tree, standing under the blade of the flickering cold light, like a strong wind falling into the mountains and rivers, and slowly spoke, "But, after all, we are ridiculous." ”

"Xian'er told you?" Yi Lunwan smiled coldly, but there was a slight tingling in her eyes, "She doesn't believe in me either, so you teamed up to make a scene for me to see if I am disgusted with evil arts, right?" ”

"Ten days ago, Qianli wrote that my mother was seriously ill and wanted to return to her homeland, and Xian'er told you to do so."

"It's not." Nangong Yu looked at Yi Lunhuan's eyes, and his eyes were a little tearful, "All of the above are all done by Weichen alone, it is Weichen who has bad intentions and is rebellious, and it has nothing to do with Princess Showa." ”

"This witch rumor is Wei Chen's last gift to His Majesty. Weichen's move was bold and bold in a vain attempt to overthrow the country and the society and cause chaos to the government, which was a heinous and unforgivable crime of rebellion. ”

"Besides, what Weichen knows is very bad for Your Majesty. The double sins are added together, and Weichen knows that it is difficult to protect this body, but Weichen is afraid of blood, so he also asks His Majesty to be compassionate, give him a glass of wine, and send Weichen to the Supreme Pure Land. ”

"Good, good, good." These three are good, one is lower than the other, and one is shorter than the other. The last sentence was uttered in a breath, with a trembling tail note and a trembling tone, as if one more or more sentence would make this crumbling body shatter and shatter, fall into the endless dark abyss, and never recover.

It has only been three years since he ascended the throne.

"When I sent you to Wu'a, I not only wanted you to protect Xuexian thoroughly, but also wanted to protect you thoroughly." The sword slowly drooped, Yi Lunhuan turned around and walked towards the lonely and empty dragon chair, his back was straight and thin, with the air of a young boy in the past, "The court is too cruel and bloody, I want you to never be contaminated." I didn't expect that once I was gone, I still hurt you and ruined you and me after all. ”

Yes. A sad smile bloomed on Nangong Yu's face. In the last years of the first emperor, the Nangong family was already a big family with no real power, and in such a bloody year, if you are not careful, you will be swallowed up by people who are unpredictable. He is the only seedling of the Nangong family, and it was Yi Lunhuan who secretly helped him become the messenger of the princess's marriage, and let him take the opportunity to stay in Wu'a, which avoided the bloody river that the historians did not dare to mention.

Three years. Things are people, and they don't have to do anything, and tears flow first.

"Someone comes, press into the prison, and after three days, give death." Yi Lunhuan's voice was cold, like a heavy snow in the nine cold days, "Two days later, the coffin of Liangchen will return to his hometown, and I will let you see the last side of Liangchen." ”

"After today, Wei Chen Dan hopes that Nangong Yu will die, so that Xiao Wu can come back to life."

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

Nangong Yu leaned down, her peach blossom eyes were full of affection, swaying with tears in the lights.

Nangong Yu congratulated Yi Lun Huan for the last time.

Yi Lunhuan didn't look back at Nangong Yu again.