After forcibly taking the blood of the sick and delicate prince to renew his life

"It's not rebirth?" Wen Mo repeated blankly, "The script..."

He didn't believe that it was just a simple and coincidental story, Yan Qi used it to persuade Yue Jue at that time must have her intentions.

Before he could finish speaking, Emperor Ming raised his hand to stop him, "That's all I can tell you, and you should know nothing else."

Jiang Qi was not surprised by this answer, he looked down at Yan Qi with deep eyes that were hard to discern, no matter what the truth was, he would find his past life to save Yan Qi.

Emperor Ming didn't care about Wen Mo's hesitation to speak anymore, he took a final deep look at Yue Huan, then looked at Jiang Qi, "Let's go."

"Remember, only five years."

After Emperor Ming finished speaking, he tiptoed lightly and dodged back to the city wall. Murong Lingwen couldn't bear the successive blows and passed out already.

Emperor Ming leaned over and picked up the fainted Murong Lingwen, and looked down at the battlefield where the two armies were fighting. This battle to destroy the Great Zhou ended without a problem because of Yue Huan's death.

He even had to rely on Jiang Qi's strength to make a big gamble.

At the end of the five-year period, if Jiang Qi failed to save Yue Huan, he would kill Jiang Qi at any cost and be buried with Yue Huan!
Jiang Qi glanced at Emperor Ming on the city wall from a distance, and raised his voice to order the generals of the Zhou Dynasty: "Retreat!"

Wen Mo looked at the two of them left and right. Although he still didn't know the answer to Yue Huan's mystery, he watched Jiang Qi carry Yue Huan and walked towards the carriage, and followed with light footsteps.

Jiang Qi carried Yue Huan into the carriage, carefully placed her on the soft couch, noticed that the scarred black eyes on her chest froze for a moment, and hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover Yue Huan.

This scene happened to be seen by Wen Mo who rushed over, and he looked at Jiang Qi sarcastically, "Why, don't you dare to watch it?"

Emperor Ming was crazy to hand over Yue Huan to Jiang Qi, the murderer, and shook hands to make peace for the nonsense words of a warlock.

Now that Qiqi is really going to be taken to Dazhou by Jiang Qi, how can he stop it?

As a doctor, although his heart aches a lot, it is true that a person cannot be brought back to life after death.

What's more, Yan Qi's heart was destroyed. Even if he really has the power to reach the sky, can a person live without a heart?

Jiang Qi's heart shrank when he heard the words, and he quickly hid the fragility in his eyes. He glanced coldly at Wen Mo who was following up, "Get off!"

Wen Mo frowned and looked at Yue Huan's pale face, "Jiang Qi, let Xi Qi go."

"She is dead, how long will you continue to torture her body?"

"Emperor Ming was bewitched by you because he was too sad, so let her go."

Wen Mo always maintained a sliver of reason, seeing Yue Huan lying there dead still, he also wanted to go crazy together.

But he didn't want Yue Huan to be in peace after her death.

Jiang Qi held Yan Qi's cold hand tightly, as if he wanted to pass his body temperature to her, the man's hand was so tight that there was no gap.

He looked at Wen Mo faintly, "You are the one who should let her go, Qiqi is not dead! She just fell asleep."

"You prevent me from saving her like this, don't appear in front of her when Yue Huan wakes up, I'm afraid she will be sad."

"Now, please leave."

After Jiang Qi finished speaking, he slapped Wen Mo and pushed him back out of the carriage. At this juncture, he didn't want to argue with Wen Mo.

In any case, it is impossible for him to give up on Yan Qi.

"set off!"

All he wanted to do now was to return to Dazhou as soon as possible, take Yan Qi with him, and return to their home.

He didn't care what Wen Mo thought, he said that even if he turned the world upside down, he would still find the warlock.

Yan Qi will not really die, she will return to him one day.

Wen Mo devoted himself to the study of medicine in the past two years, and neglected martial arts. Jiang Qi's martial arts attainments were obviously much higher than his. He drove away in the carriage carrying Yan Qi.

He stabilized his figure and wanted to chase again, but was stopped by the army behind Jiang Qi, unable to get close.

The wind and snow were raging all over the sky, and I heard that the streets were so hopeless for the first time. In this game, he was the one who had no position.

It was Emperor Ming's permission for Jiang Qi to take away Qiqi, and if he pestered and obstructed him, it would be against Emperor Ming!

This time, Jiang Qi justifiably took away Qiqi.

"Qiqi—!"

The man knelt on the ground, wailing in despair.

Emperor Ming watched Yue Huan drift away, and looked down at Wen Mo who was kneeling on the ground, "Second prince, I am very grateful for the Tongguan matter. If there is anything that needs help in Beiqi in the future, just ask."

"It's just a matter of Huan'er. If we don't agree with each other, you can leave now."

After the Emperor Ming finished speaking, he held Murong Lingwen in his arms and left. Under the chaotic battlefield, the blood soaking the ground was gradually covered by the heavy snow.

The well-trained soldiers quickly cleaned the battlefield, and the soldiers who had been sleeping here were cleaned up, and there was no more fighting, and everything returned to calm.

The heavy snow covered all traces, as if nothing had happened.

But some people just left so quietly.

For example Cang Lan.

When Emperor Ming returned to the Yueshi Palace and wanted to find Cang Lan to come over and take Murong Ling's pulse, he found that this person had long since disappeared.

The palace became even more empty.

Gone, all gone.

Emperor Ming's tall and straight figure was hunched for a moment, and the whiteness of his temples was dazzling, but in just a few days, he has aged a lot.

At this moment, a soldier came to report, "Report to Your Majesty, the second prince took advantage of the chaos to escape from prison, and has now been arrested, Your Majesty..."

Emperor Ming was exhausted physically and mentally, and suddenly remembered that there was such an unworthy son as Yue Lin. Before the man finished speaking, he waved his hand and said: "The second prince colluded with the enemy and treason, he deserves to be punished! Choose a day and ask to be executed."

Although the palace is empty, he doesn't need such a son.

Hurting siblings, hurting people, too ambitious.

He can't afford the Yueshi's country.

Even if, even if Yuejue really...can't come back, he will not hand Yueshi into the hands of such a person.

The soldier didn't seem to have expected that Emperor Ming would order to kill his son so straightforwardly, he was stunned for a moment, and then recovered from the cold gaze that Emperor Ming suddenly looked over, "Yes!"

Emperor Ming waited for the man to retreat, and then leaned against Murong Ling's bedside, looking down at Murong Ling's wrinkled face restlessly.

"Lingfan, Huan'er went to Dazhou, will you blame me when you wake up?"

"It's me who can't live with you in this life. I haven't been able to be with you forever. Huan'er was born with a lot of troubles. Jue'er's life and death are unknown now. It's because I didn't protect the three of you well."

"You said, if the poisonous concubine Yue Guifei hadn't entered the palace, wouldn't all these things have happened later?
Emperor Ming's old eyes were full of remorse, his heart was empty and painful, and he didn't dare to stop thinking.

He had already planned to take the Zen position of Yuejue, and take Murong Ling to travel the beautiful mountains and rivers. Who would have thought that fate would not welcome him so much, and all the things he cherished were gone in a day and night.

The image of Yue Huan covered in blood couldn't get out of his mind. How could he be so unfair when he held the pearl for more than ten years?

"Lingfan, I gave Jiang Qi five years to wake up our Huan'er."

"Since all this happened because of that poisonous woman, I will order people to dig out the bones of that poisonous woman. How about whipping the corpse every day?"