Qianshui was thinking about how to deal with the emperor in his heart, so it was better to kill him now and give him this funeral in the name of justice.

"Xiao Shui?" the emperor changed his affectionate title again.

Qianshui was a little irritable, but said with a tearful smile, "Is this true?"

The emperor glanced at the mourning hall with a strange expression, "This place seems to be a mourning hall...... Lonely ......"

"You, you're resurrected. Qianshui glanced at Ye Xinyun without a trace, what would he do if he woke up at this time? Kill him together? Wouldn't that be a start......

"Resurrection?" the emperor didn't know anything about this, after all, Qianxia was no longer there, and who in this world could come back to life.

"I don't know. Qianshui still retained his shocked expression, "Brother Wang, this is too unbelievable, can't you remember anything?"

The emperor remembered that the last scene before his death was just a sad appearance, and he shook his head, "I don't remember...... How long has I been alone?"

No matter how you ask, I think this question is so strange, the emperor reluctantly stood up and wanted to come out of the jade coffin, but he was a little weak.

Seeing this, Qianshui hurriedly stepped forward to help, but struggled in his heart and said that this is the moment, let's kill him, anyway, everyone thought he was dead.

"It's been more than ten days. Chisui finally helped him out.

The emperor said "um" and felt his dantian, it was a mess, obviously the so-called resurrection just made him conscious.

"Brother Wang came to life like this...... How do you tell the ministers? Qianshui asked with a pretended lightheartedness.

The emperor first took off his robe and covered it with Ye Xinyun, who was sitting on the ground, before saying, "Let's not talk about it yet, Lone hasn't recovered yet...... Odd. The emperor muttered to himself, and sat down in his chair heavily.

How did he come back to life?

Is he dead after all? Why don't you have a memory of when you died?

Where did the soul go?

"Don't you say?" Qianshui was faintly excited.

"Well, resurrection...... It's a little weird, too. The emperor's cold voice showed a little tiredness, and he suddenly raised his head, "By the way, what about the wounded......? You didn't embarrass Ji Kang, did you?"

Qianshui suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, those soldiers didn't receive his letter for some reason, and withdrew their troops from Ji Kang all the way to bring the emperor back, otherwise, if the emperor was resurrected on the ship, he knew that he actually let the soldiers fight back......

He shuddered.

"Nope. I let the army withdraw. He said against his will. I thought to myself, what would I do if I couldn't see the corpse when it was dawn?

It should have been buried in the daytime.

"Well, that's good. The last sentence of the emperor seemed to be saying to himself, and he lowered his head thoughtfully.

"Are you tired?" Qianshui looked at the emperor's white hair, and somehow, there was a feeling that time had passed. Should I feel guilty? That kind of emotion the helmsman wouldn't like, right?

"Well, sort of. The emperor rubbed the corners of his eyes.

Qianshui glanced at Ye Xinyun, "Then, I'll help Brother Wang to rest, right?"

The emperor nodded, "Lone first called Xin Yun up." ”

"Ahh

"What's wrong?" the emperor tilted his head to look at him.

The panicked look in his eyes quickly hidden, and he swept around the mourning hall and said casually: "Uh, ha, sister-in-law Wang, if he knew that you were resurrected, he would definitely be frightened." And his temperament is not the kind that is good at controlling his emotions, and he will definitely not be able to help but say it when he knows it. ”

The emperor glanced thoughtfully at Ye Xinyun and Qianshui, and seemed to have some truth.

"Xin Yun's temperament is indeed a little straightforward. He groaned, and suddenly remembered a hexagram he had calculated for Ye Xinyun last year, the hexagram said that he would betray himself, how would ......he betray him?

It's a pity that I can't tell the sky now, otherwise I will definitely calculate a hexagram for myself.

"That?" Qianshui looked at the emperor tentatively. I thought that if he insisted on waking up Ye Xinyun, he would kill him first.

"Well, cover the coffin first. When I go out, you can tell him to go back to rest. ”

Qianshui breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I'll cover the coffin." ”

The lid of the coffin was a piece of blood-red jade, a weight that could only be lifted by the combined efforts of eight strong men, but seeing that Qianshui was really angry, it was only a little effortless, and the jade was covered on the jade coffin.

In order not to make a sound, he also controlled the dynamics with great precision.

"Okay, Brother Wang, can you rest in my room?" Qian Shui came to pick him up, his gaze swept over the jade coffin lightly, and he felt that he once had such an ability.

"Hmm. ”

I don't know if the shadow of the emperor blocked the light, or if the dream was not enough to hold Xin Yun's thoughts, his eyelashes moved and he woke up.

That back!

"Emperor?"

The emperor who was about to step out of the door and Qianshui's steps froze in place at the same time.

Ye Xinyun hurriedly picked up the jade coffin and stood up, only to find that the lid of the jade coffin had been closed. The robe on his body slipped off, and his heart was faintly warm, holding the robe, "Emperor." ”

The call as gentle as water dispersed the silent night, touching the softness of the emperor's heart, and he turned around, "Xin Yun." ”

"Sure enough...... Lived. Ye Xinyun's eyes were full of tears and excitement.

There was a burst of pity in the emperor's heart, but he only sighed lightly, "Don't tell anyone else about this beforehand." ”

Ye Xinyun was stunned, "For, why." ”

Qianshui's face was buried in a dark blue shadow, and no one could see his thoughts. Who is the emperor? Have they forgotten the fact that I have ascended the throne!

"There are a lot of things that I haven't thought through yet. There are a lot of strange things going on in this palace. The Emperor said frankly.

Qianshui was shocked in his heart, why didn't he say this to himself just now?

There are a lot of strange things going on in the palace? Is he going to start looking? Will he find me?

That An's is still in the room......

"Strange things?" Ye Xinyun didn't understand these political affairs, and simply looked at the emperor.

"Hmm. In short, let's not talk about it yet. The emperor's voice was as cold as night, a little hoarse, and people couldn't help but want to surrender.

Seeing Ye Xinyun nodding blankly, the emperor pulled Qianshui closer to the firelight, "The current emperor is Qianshui, don't call it wrong." ”

What? Can he see what I'm thinking?

Qianshui glanced at the emperor, "Brother Wang, you are the ......"

The emperor shook his head to stop his words, "Being able to come back to life is a chance given by God to Lone, Lone must take advantage of it and find something back......"

Qianshui's heart thumped and he found something? Is it love with madness?

"The emperor is indeed ...... The king should indeed be grateful to the madness. Ye Xinyun's tone was a little cheerful, and Qianshui was bored for a while.

Why are things getting more and more troublesome......

To kill, or not to kill? Neither of them knows martial arts, and if they are killed, it should only take three breaths. No one will come at this time......

"Thank you?" The emperor was slightly stunned, in his memory, Xin Yun was a person who was black and white and jealous and hateful, and the madman obviously "killed" himself, how could Xin Yun say that he was grateful to the madman?

Qianshui pressed the murderous intent in his heart, and also looked at Xin Yun, he was really curious about what this had to do with the madness. The resurrection of the emperor is a mystery that must be solved.

By the way, there is a need for some more letters to inform the helmsman.

"Yes, it must be you who have been resurrected by the light of the madman. The wounds and stubborn ailments of all those who had come into contact with the light at the border of Jikang that day were healed. The more Ye Xinyun spoke, the more longing on his face. Brother Lin Xiao has also been in contact with the light......

"Light?" Qianshui subconsciously asked. What light did An's also mention just now......

"yes, blue light. Very comfortable ......," Ye Xinyun recalled.

"Crazy ......" Qianshui and the emperor glanced at each other, obviously surprised by this matter.

"I don't know why that's happening...... But the important thing is that the emperor and the monarch have come back to life. Injury mania is indispensable. Ye Xinyun stepped forward and grabbed his arm.

Qianshui stared at Ye Xinyun's hand, his eyelids jumped, and he had to do it.

The emperor smiled faintly, and a few soft lines were wiped on his stiff face, "Hmm." It's time to thank the madness. ”

Look at the candle flame jumping on the white wax, can it bring the dead back to life......

"Brother Wang, the ministers are getting up soon. Qianshui glanced at the sky and reminded.

The emperor came back to his senses, "Well," gently pushed Xin Yun's hand away, "Xin Yun will go back and rest first." Remember to keep things secret. ”

Xin Yun looked at Qianshui's serious expression and pouted, "Okay." Xin Yun retired. ”

Seeing that Ye Xinyun's figure completely disappeared into the night, Qianshui breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go. The emperor tugged at Qianshui's sleeve, and Qianshui came back to his senses in a trance, "Well, Brother Wang lives in the room next to me, right? ”

Chisui's tone made her voice as natural as she could.

"It's all good. ”

-----

Homing pigeon?

On the way to Huaikou, there was a pigeon chirping, and when he looked back, the pigeon had a small bamboo tube tied to his leg, and he frowned slightly, vaguely feeling that this carrier pigeon had anything to do with what he was going to do.

After hesitating repeatedly, the madness stopped the carrier pigeon.

Just take a look, if there is no abnormality, it doesn't matter if you put it back on someone else.

Thinking about it, he opened the bamboo tube.

The letter slowly rolled open, and he was somewhat familiar, and he curiously swept to the signature—water.

The frenzy hurriedly swept over to the contents, "What!" The hand that grabbed the letter stiffened.

The letter reads: An's identity is clear, and the dream has been fed, and there is no harm to the ministers who want to monitor the Yuanxiang Society, and the helmsman is careful. Water.

Who is Water?

Is Wuchuan exposed?

Shouldn't he have informed Qianshui? Qianshui......

The mad heart is pinched together, and he refuses to, just the same name.

But isn't Qianshui, who did the Sichuan Brotherhood discover?

There are indeed spies in the palace, but how can it be Qianshui.

Holding on to the letter, the madness gave up the plan to go to Huaikou and decided to go back to save Wuchuan.

-----

Sky!

Fang Hua looked at the ruined new house, opening his mouth but not summoning a sound.

How so, how so.

He knelt on the ground and grabbed the ashes from the ground in disbelief, as if he could catch the breath of the sky.

"Sky ......"

He muttered.

"You're finally back. ”

Fang Hua looked back sharply.