Chapter 82: "Silly King" is a little flirtatious (47)
Therefore, Huangfu Qingxuan can travel all over the country with peace of mind and frost, and live in seclusion.
Of course, Yanshuang would not ignore his feelings for Yuan Yunchao, and she would naturally let him help the country in secret.
Moreover, the Shadow Pavilion could not be disbanded, because it was the hard work of Emperor Fu Qingxuan for nearly a lifetime.
When Huangfu Jinglong is established, she may come back, which is also a later story.
Half a month later, the Queen Mother summoned Yanshuang into the palace, and it should be calculated that her body was almost recovered.
However, the palace did not wait for the person who was frosty, but waited for her death.
Yan Frost suffered a poisonous Gu attack when his body was weak, resulting in a poisonous death.
Huangfu Jinglong didn't believe it, he had to see Yanshuang's corpse in person.
Eventually, he saw Yanshuang lying quietly in the coffin, pale and lifeless.
In a fit of rage, he stepped forward and punched Huangfu Qingxuan.
Roar: "How the hell did you take care of her?!" ”
Huangfu Qingxuan punched him firmly, didn't say a word, his eyes were empty, like a walking corpse.
Seeing this, Huangfu Jinglong still couldn't accept the fact that Yanshuang was dead, but his heart had already begun to waver.
Until he saw the huge funeral procession, almost the entire Yuanyun Dynasty knew the news of Princess Qing's poisonous death.
When he saw the coffin lying on Yanshuang go down to the grave, he was completely convinced that Yanshuang was dead.
Huangfu Jinglong returned to the palace in a daze, he finally ascended the throne as she liked, what was it for?
Huangfu Qingxuan took advantage of the dead of night to enter the mausoleum through a secret passage, and a coffin with frost was placed in the center of a large burial chamber.
He hurriedly opened the coffin and fed it the antidote to the frost.
After a stick of incense, Yanshuang slowly opened his eyes.
At that time, it took a lot of effort for Yanshuang to convince Huangfu Qingxuan to let her fake her death, because she felt that Huangfu Jinglong would definitely see her corpse in person before she would stop.
So just in case, she will really let herself be buried.
After the frost came out, Huangfu Qingxuan immediately hugged her tightly, her body cold.
It wasn't until Yanshuang's body warmed up that he let go of the heart he was carrying, he was afraid, he was afraid that the poison was too toxic, he was afraid that the antidote would fail, and he was afraid that he would lose her from now on.
Yanshuang clearly felt the tremor of his body, hugged him tightly, and caressed his back.
"It's all gone." Yanshuang whispered softly in his ear, "I'll leave first, and you can come back to me when everything is settled here." ”
"I'll go with you." Huangfu Qingxuan was reluctant to let her stay away from him.
"Nope." Yanshuang refused, because she knew that if she left without scruples now, no one knew what would become of Huangfu Jinglong next.
And if this situation leaves, Huangfu Qingxuan will definitely not be able to let go of the Yuan Yun Dynasty in his heart.
So when they settle down here, they will have a carefree life in the future.
"You write a letter to Huangfu Jinglong."
This letter was written by Yanshuang himself, in order to cheer up Huangfu Jinglong.
Huangfu Qingxuan understood Yanshuang's thoughts, accepted the letter, and sent someone to escort her out of the city overnight.
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Huangfu Jinglong received a letter from Yanshuang, and there was not much ink in the letter, a few short sentences:
"Huangfu Jinglong... It's time to call you the emperor, I don't like to beat around the bush, I'll say it straight if I have something to say.
You also know the condition of my body, death is not far away, I am afraid that by the time you see the letter, I will be dead.
You have changed a lot this year, you have relied on your own strength to govern the country in an orderly manner, it can be seen that you are a capable person, you are a natural emperor, don't let the past bind you.