The little emperor's breath stagnated for a moment, and then he seemed to relax for a moment, and began to laugh until he burst into tears, until he collapsed on the Luan seat, and finally covered his eyes and cried. It's been so long since he's cried so desperately, and the little emperor can barely remember the last time he was so out of control, just like he didn't really understand who he was crying for this time.

Wait until the little emperor calms down, takes the cold handkerchief handed over by Wei Quan and wipes his face, before he speaks again: "Is Poria still outside?" ”

"Niangniang has always been there." Wei Quan nodded and replied meaningfully. The little emperor smiled relaxedly, took the other side of the cold handkerchief, and walked out alone.

The door of the Chengtian Temple opened again, and it was already late at night. Lu Poria knelt in front of the steps like a statue without consciousness. But the moment the door opened, she immediately raised her head and met the little emperor's gaze.

The little emperor seemed to smile a little embarrassed, and handed her the handkerchief in his hand: "Wipe your face." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Lu Fuling thanked her, but she didn't take the veil, "Zheng Yu's body, can I take it back?" ”

The little emperor froze for a moment, looked at Lu Fuling's frighteningly pale face, and said in a flat tone: "I have already sent someone to Rongcheng to pick up Yaxiang." ”

And this sentence has another meaning in Lu Fuling's ears. She only felt that her heart was suffocated, she could barely kneel, and almost out of control yelled at the little emperor: "You dare to move them to try!" ”

Looking at the undisguised hatred in Lu Fuling's eyes, the little emperor didn't speak for a while, but the expression on his face quickly cooled.

"Your Majesty is ruthless, life and death are taken away, and Poria is taught! I shouldn't have entered the palace in the first place, and I shouldn't have promised you any nonsense about a five-year covenant or something! Poria was still kneeling, her back straight, her hands hanging by her sides, and holding it tightly, "Now Your Majesty no longer has to be constrained by others, you can do whatever you want, but I don't know how Your Majesty's move is better than Xia Wei's business!" ”

"In the concubine's heart, how is I, the emperor, better than Xia Wei's business?" The little emperor rarely called himself "I" to Poria Cocos, but at this time, standing in front of Poria Cocos, he looked down at her condescendingly, his face was as cold as ice, and the murderous intent in his tone was getting stronger.

Lu Fuling mourned in her heart, and she had already let it go out and ignore it, not to mention that compared with the little emperor at this time, Poria had even more murderous intentions in her heart. She was also full of regret and resentment. It was she who pulled Zheng Yu into all this, and it was she who mistrusted people and pushed Zheng Yu into the ghost gate with her own hands. And Yaxiang, how is she going to tell Yaxiang about this. Thinking of this, Lu Fuling was so angry that she almost laughed out loud: "With a city like Your Majesty, in terms of ruthlessness, it is difficult to compare with people in ancient and modern times. I want Poria to say, what kind of Xia Wei business, where can I compare with Your Majesty! Is Your Majesty still satisfied with this answer? ”

There was outright hatred in Poria's tone, and even the little emperor took a step back uncontrollably.

As if it wasn't enough, Lu Fuling's lips hooked up a cruel smile, and continued: "The Northern Qi Dynasty raised troops, the survival of the country, and only Zheng Yu was ordered to go to the north to train his troops in the north in the civil and military forces. Poria didn't know if you had thought about the soldiers on the front line when Your Majesty gave the order? Now that the war has improved at the slightest point, and the Lord has been slain for an unforgivable sin, how chilling and frightened must they be? ”

The little emperor narrowed his eyes, as if he had reacquainted himself with the woman in front of him. After a while, the little emperor spoke again: "It's too late. The knife has been unsheathed, and there is no reason to turn back. Chill the heart, let him go. ”