Chapter 157: Change of life

Jiang Yu suddenly realized: "Although Ning Huan'er has a strange temper, she is very generous to the people who helped her. But there is still something that the king does not understand. ”

"Your Highness, may I ask."

"Didn't Imperial Doctor Zhong leave Kyoto?"

Feng Yufei shook her head: "He has never left Kyoto, and he said before that he would leave, just to show others." ”

Imperial Chief Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, and sighed a little emotionally: "Which ones go down, this king is worried that these people will be subdued by the girl sooner or later." ”

He said he was worried, but he was very happy in his heart.

It was good for him that she was capable enough to protect herself.

Thinking of something again, a heavy worry flashed in his eyes.

On the same day, news came out in the palace that the queen suddenly fell seriously ill and died, and the whole country mourned. Ning Yue is not allowed to dance and play in the first half of the year, and no banquets are allowed, and happy events must be simplified.

When the news reached King Shuo's Mansion, Jiang Sheng was stunned.

I sat on the couch for a long time.

The person he sent to the palace last night didn't reply, he faintly felt that things were not good, and thought that he would ask for a decree to enter the palace today and go to the queen to see it in person.

No, before he went, the news of the queen's funeral came.

For a moment, his mind went blank.

At the same time, Jiang Yu also received a message from the palace.

Sending off the little father-in-law who had passed the message, he returned to the room.

In the room, there was one more person.

The man was dressed in a Taoist robe, with a thin appearance, a fairy wind and bones, and he looked light and fluttering, not eating the fireworks of the world. When Jiang Yu walked in, his eyes closed slightly, and he said, "What's next, what are you going to do?" ”

Jiang Yu pulled his lips: "Listen to the meaning of the Taoist chief's words, this king still has a choice?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the Taoist chief was so angry that he opened his half-drooping eyes, which was quite a bit of a warning: "Changing your life against the sky is an unfeasible way, if you have to do it, you will be tired." ”

Jiang Yu didn't care much: "But this king is gone, how can he turn back?" ”

The Taoist chief was angry: "If it weren't for the timely arrival of the poor Dao, I am afraid that you would have been scattered." When he entered the door, he was meditating and pranayama, but because he had been helping Feng Yufei to calm his soul for many days, he was almost disturbed by external forces, which made him confused.

Jiang Yu smiled: "Isn't this okay?" ”

The Taoist sighed, looking away from him.

But after all, he couldn't hold back, took a few steps forward, raised Jiang Yu's arm, and pulled up his sleeves.

I can't see it when I'm covered with clothes on weekdays, but at this time I found that he had thick gauze wrapped around his forearm. Even so, blood and water leaked out of it, staining it red.

The Taoist chief sighed, and sighed with a bit of anger: "How long has this hurt been?" ”

Jiang Yu withdrew his arm and asked instead of answering: "Can it be cured?" ”

The tone was relaxed, as if asking the other party what the weather was like today.

Dao Chang said: "If it weren't for your good foundation, I'm afraid that your entire arm would be useless at this time." He took out a small white bottle from his sleeve and threw it to him: "It's not good, but it can be relieved for a few days." ”

Jiang Yu took it with a smile: "Thank you, Daoist." ”

The Taoist chief was so angry that he didn't want to say a word, and sighed and walked out.

Jiang Yu asked in the back: "How long will it take for her to leave the Requiem Bead?" ”

The Taoist paused in his footsteps, and said in a lukewarm voice: "To keep her safe, you better find a way to keep yourself alive first." ”

Anyway, I walked away without looking back.

As Jiang Yu expected, his marriage to Feng Yufei was forced to be postponed until three years later.