Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 167 – The soul never enters the dream

"Rui'er, my husband came to see you again!"

The Emperor Jianzhang, who had always been decisive in killing and attacking, exhausted all the organs, and had a deep palace, was no longer a high-ranking emperor at the moment he stepped into the Palace of Longevity, but just an ordinary husband returning home.

However, there is no familiar smile to greet him, nor the warm lights and delicious food aroma that only belong to home.

"I am back……"

He was speechless and murmured, his lonely voice reverberating in the empty hall for a long time, deafening.

He couldn't help but wryly smiled, and felt at the back of the main hall with ease, where there was a dim ever-burning lamp.

The ever-burning lamp shone dimly in the quiet dark night, which looked especially strange.

Where the light shines, a vermilion spiritual tablet is reflected, engraved with the spiritual seat of his beloved wife Yunrui.

Those fonts are deep into the wood, and there are faint dark red blood stains that have dried up for a long time. It is the spirit tablet carved with blood by Emperor Jianzhang.

At this time, Emperor Jianzhang was looking at the dim light, bowing his waist devoutly like a pilgrimage, gently wiping the tables and chairs in the hall with brocade.

While cleaning the Hall of Eternal Life without complaint, he looked up from time to time to look at the lifelike painting hanging in the center of the hall, with a satisfied smile on his face all the time.

Until the sky was slightly pale, he glanced at the completely new hall with satisfaction, then slowly walked behind the screen, and when he turned around again, there was a small wine jar in his hand.

His eyes were slightly red, and when he opened the cork, there was a clear and refreshing aroma of wine, mixed with the cold aroma of plum blossoms, and the fragrance overflowed.

He picked up the wine jar, without raising his head, he was bold and unrestrained, and drank it all in one gulp.

Instead, he took a sip of the wine cautiously, and then covered the wine jar again.

This wine is the only half altar in the world. For these years, the thing he looks forward to the most every year is to drink a sip of the little wine left in this altar after paying homage to Ruier in the Hall of Eternal Life, because this is the plum blossom that Ruier personally brewed for him wine.

"Yuyou's life and death have gone through farewell years, Rui'er, have you ever been waiting on the Naihe bridge to be your husband? Have you already drank Mengpo soup? That's why you haven't come to see me in a dream for so long..."

Emperor Jianzhang rubbed his sore eye sockets, his eyes were slightly drunk, people were not intoxicated by wine, but people were intoxicated by themselves.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind in the hall suddenly passed through the bead curtains, blowing up bursts of clanging dirges.

"Brother Stone..."

A mournful female voice passed through the bead curtain, waking up the desolate and still sentimental Emperor Jianzhang.

"Rui'er! Is that you!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The woman sobbed softly, Jianzhang Diteng got up, staggered and rushed behind the bead curtain.

I saw a woman in blue with her back facing him, covering her face and crying.

"Ruier!"

The woman he had been dreaming of was all in front of him, and he held his breath, fearing that this was another daydream, an empty joy.

"Brother Shitou, people and ghosts have different paths, don't get any closer, or I will be lost!"

The woman was crying, and she was still crying, and she didn't stop crying.

"Rui'er! Why are you crying all the time? Are you complaining about your husband not going down to accompany you sooner?"

"Soon, our Mo'er has grown up. When I hand over this country to him, I will come to accompany you right away!"

After Emperor Jianzhang finished speaking, seeing that Rui'er hadn't stopped crying, he immediately became anxious like ants on a hot pot, and turned around nervously.

"Brother Stone! I died in vain, you must avenge me!"

"What! Who is it! I'm going to cut that person into pieces!"

Emperor Jianzhang was furious, and the blue veins on his forehead emerged ferociously because of extreme anger.

(End of this chapter)