Chapter 37 The Sorrow of the Illusion

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The emperor looked at Ling Fenglie on his knees, his eyes were deep and gloomy, and his white and almost transparent face was as lonely as a snowy mountain. He didn't mean to let Ling Fenglie get up. He looked at his arched back coldly. Ling Fenglie trembled, and his body couldn't help shaking, as if the gorgeous robe was stuffed with ice cubes.

The copper furnace in the hall burned the fragrance of dragon water, and the curling cigarettes wrapped up, and Ling Fenglie actually felt a little dizzy! He shook his head and tried to wake himself up!

"Let's be flat!" The emperor finally opened his mouth!

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Ling Fenglie straightened his robe and said!

"Sit--"

Ling Fenglie bowed again and sat down in front of the red sandalwood inlaid jade backless round stool just prepared for Feng Zhongqiu. His hand hidden in his sleeve clenched into a fist - he knew that the emperor deliberately let him kneel for so long! This Emperor Lin Xi is very hostile to himself for any reason. But now the empire is in crisis, and many things are not easy to put directly on the table. When the matter is over, the emperor will definitely attack himself, but at that time, it was also the time when he attacked the emperor...

"Ling Fenglie, do you know where this is?" Emperor Lin Xi put his left elbow on the armrest of the throne, supported his forehead with his hand, and looked forward slightly tiredly. His dark eyes have no focus, and they look empty and distracted, as if they are full of the fog that has been in the illusion of the city.

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect such a problem. But he still replied, "This is the Longyan Hall, which is the palace of Mengyang's emperors and the place to deal with*! It is said that the Liunian emperor who started the country of Mengyang went out and met a dragon. The Liunian emperor rose up to slaughter the dragon, dig open the dragon's belly, and got a jewel, which was red and warm. It was as warm as spring within a hundred steps. The emperor placed it in this hall. Over time, the Liunian Emperor's wind and cold disease was cured! The emperor was very happy and wrote the word 'Longyan' in his own handwriting. However, after more than 200 years, the effectiveness of the dragon ball gradually lost, and then it was Zhuo Ligetu by the barbarians 100 years ago. Chi Nasi robbed it, and his whereabouts are still unknown. In addition, after the emperor slaughtered the dragon, he peeled off the dragon's skin, woven it for several years, and fell with glazed broken gold, and made it into the 'glazed dragon robe' on your majesty's body!"

Emperor Lin Xi's eyes were still empty. He said quietly, "Yes, this is the Longyan Hall! The name of the temple you mentioned and the origin of the glazed dragon robe are not wrong! But the point is not here!"

"I don't know what your majesty means?" Ling Fenglie said.

"Ha, here, this Longyan Hall is the place where I hold the heads of my two brothers and force my father to death. What I want to say is this--"

Ling Fenglie couldn't help taking a breath of cold air, and the golden hall became gloomy in an instant. He seemed to see Emperor Shinra holding his sword 30 years ago and facing the magnificent scene of Chi Nasi fighting on the battlefield - the god and demon-like emperor is said to be the closest emperor to the Liunian emperor. Although he is dead, it will still make people's hearts throb - Yu Weiyou! However, the man who made people feel as insurmountable as a mountain was forced to die by the young man in front of him, his own son. Ling Fenglie only felt that his body was extremely cold and cold!

Suddenly, the surrounding scene transformed, and the air seemed to ripple like water lines! They were like out of a milky fog, and everything became less real. Ling Fenglie held his head with his hand and felt dizzy and a little nauseous! For a moment, the dizziness disappeared, and the fog around him also dissipated. When he came to his senses, he suddenly found that he was standing side by side with Emperor Lin Xi and the Shura. It was not the empty nave of the Longyan Hall around, but a magnificent room in the Longyan Hall. The sky outside the window was suddenly dark, but the sun was shining just now. He looked at the emperor puzzledly. As soon as he was about to ask, Emperor Lin Xi's cold voice sounded, "Don't stand and look ahead!"

Ling Fenglie turned his head and followed the emperor's eyes. In an instant, he was stunned - it turned out to be Emperor Shenluo and former Prime Minister Li Shengxiong. Isn't Emperor Shinra dead? He hurriedly knelt down and saluted - even if Emperor Shinra was old, his power was still not easy for ordinary people to resist! But Emperor Lin Xi and Shura next to them didn't react at all, just looking at the dying Shenluo emperor leaning against the golden and jade-inlaid dragon**! Emperor Shinra leaned on the back of the bed, covered with tiger Qiu's heel, and his wrinkled face was full of peace. His luxurious silk robe shines under the bright lights, looking so real!

But Emperor Shenluo just talked and laughed with Li Shengxiong, and didn't seem to find that there were three more people in the room, and one was his son...

Ling Fenglie couldn't say anything directly, but just followed the emperor to watch quietly. He heard Emperor Shinra and Li Shengxiong talking about the inheritance of the throne, and heard Emperor Shinra's feelings for the third prince Wan Yongjun, until he heard that Emperor Shinra decided to transfer the crown prince to the third prince... The dialogue between the two seemed to come from a distant time and space, illusory, but it still hit Ling Fenglie's mind like thunder. He never thought that Emperor Shinra really passed the throne to the third prince, who was obviously the most unfavored prince by Shinra...

He watched Li Shengxiong draft the imperial edict to inherit the throne, and the two old men sealed the imperial seal with tears! Then the embroidered gold door curtain of the room was lifted, and Ling Fenglie was stunned again - the person who came in was the third prince and the red-haired Shura. His eyes were round, and even the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were tight. His eyes wandered at the two people who came in and stood side by side with Emperor Lin Xi and Shura - are they demons? Why are there two third princes and Shura?

The newly appeared two also did not notice the three people standing in the room with big thorns. Ling Fenglie looked at Emperor Lin Xi around him. Emperor Lin Xi's expression was still calm, but his eyes were as dark as night full of sadness. He had always been decisive and domineering. How could the powerful Emperor Lin Xi have such a soft side? Emperor Lin Xi silently watched 'self' holding the wooden box and forcing his father with a evil smile. Emperor Shinra's old face was full of shock...

Ling Fenglie suddenly realized that this was a fantasy. They were in the past fantasy, the night Emperor Lin Xi killed his two brothers to kill Emperor Luo...

Emperor Shinra angrily shook angrily like a lion, dragging Wan Tongjun's collar, and Wan Tongjun swayed like a wicker in the wind. Emperor Shinra roared: "...Do you want the throne? Do you want the throne? ...Just when you killed your brothers, I had decided to give you the throne. Did you see it?" The old man took the newly drafted edict to Wan Yanjun's eyes, and the anger in his eyes seemed to burn down this world...

"Do you think you are tough enough to become emperor if you do it first? Then why don't you kill everyone? Then no one will fight for power with you! Do you know that those tiger and wolf-like people outside are staring at your erratic city? They will rush in and cut off your head, cut open your chest to dig out your heart, and stack them with your brothers' heads. You, you..." Emperor Shinra couldn't go any longer, and his mouth and nose suddenly spewed dark red blood, and his eyes Slowly lost his spirit. He fell into his son's arms and died. When he was dying, he even hallucinated and regarded his son as his wife who had been dead for many years...

The third prince quietly hugged the body of Emperor Shinra, and the silent sadness burst from the young man. He kneaded the edict representing the inheritance of the imperial throne into a ball and wiped away the blood stains on Emperor Shinra's face...

This is when Emperor Lin Xi opened his mouth. His voice suddenly became hoarse and low, as if his throat had been cut open. Anyone can hear the tide-like sadness in his voice, "Sura, that's enough..."

"Hmm!" The red-haired Shura stretched out his slender white hand, made a complex handprint, and said, "Resolve." The milky fog rose again around, and the scene became illusory again, as if it was falling rapidly. Ling Fenglie looked back at the young man who was holding his father's body and crying again, looked at his weakness and tears, and watched him be shrouded in fog and disappeared - he finally understood some of Emperor Lin Xi!

The surroundings became clear again, and the emperor was still so tiredly leaning on the throne, with his hands on his forehead and his thumb rubbing his temples. His eyes were slightly closed and looked like he was asleep! Ling Fenglie sat on the stool and felt that his back had been sweaty, and his clothes were attached to his back, which was indescribably uncomfortable. Entering such a short fantasy, it is so exhausting and exhausting!

Emperor Lin Xi said, "Ling Fenglie, I know you always thought that my throne was taken by killing my father and brothers, but you are wrong! It is passed on to me, which is the decree of the previous emperor and the orthodoxy of my throne! It's just that I'm too anxious to wait for my father to tell the world. As my father said, I think I'm cruel enough, but if I don't kill all the people who don't support me, my throne is still unstable! Do you understand what I mean?" With that, the emperor's eyes opened, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife! That look is like the young man who cried with his father's body in the fantasy!

Ling Fenglie felt as if he had been pierced by the emperor's eyes. He clearly felt the murderous intention in the emperor's heart. He hurriedly got off the stool, knelt on the ground, and put his forehead against the cold ground. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word! In horror, I can only say one sentence: "I deserve to die, I deserve to die..."

"What's wrong with you?" The emperor's smile was like the brightest sunshine, but there was no smile in his long and dark pupils, cold and fierce! You helped me take care of my little brother. I'm grateful that it's too late. How can I blame you?"

Ling Fenglie knelt on the ground and trembled, and the emperor's words turned his last trace of calmness into powder - there was only one voice in his heart saying uneasily: "He knows, he knows everything..." He thought his plan was seamless, but he was found out by the emperor...