Chapter 115 Broken liver and intestines, ask for immortality, do not race day

Mengyang.

The beautiful city is also a hazy fairyland-like beauty. The whole city is wrapped in ice crystals, and there are icicles hanging on the flying corners of the attic, which are crystal clear, and the sun shines with gorgeous colors. Towards the end of the New Year, the shops and buildings in the imperial capital are decorated with new decorations, which makes the magnificent palace hall more spectacular.

Perhaps suffering from the wind and cold, Emperor Lin Xi's face was a little pale, with some dead darkness, and there was a shadow under his eyes, as tired as staying up all night.

He wrapped his robe tightly and walked to the palace of the white queen accompanied by the servant maid in the palace. I don't know when his attendants, who wore the old emperor's golden armor and held the night practice sword, fought hard with the barbarian kings under the illusory city, cut off one arm of the barbarian kings and forced the barbarian Emperor Lin Xi, who was so weak in just a few years. The emperor often has a splitting headache and can't sleep all night. He doesn't think about tea and rice. If he stands for a long time, he will feel dizzy. If there is no one to take care of him, he may fall down and no one will know.

The young emperor who controlled the whole Mengyang Empire seemed to age rapidly in a few years, and the glazed dragon robe on his body seemed to be devouring his life crazily. In fact, Emperor Lin Xi was only 25 years old, and his hair under the crown became gray and mottled.

As usual, noon was the time when the emperor came to listen to the queen play the piano. In the past few years, the emperor and the queen respected each other like ice. The emperor has never spent the night at the queen's place, and no blood has been born. The queen stroked the piano, and the emperor listened to the piano and occasionally talked a few words through the curtain, which was rare.

Many nobles have desperately paid tribute to their beautiful women to the emperor, hopeing that he can become a concubine. If they can leave a dragon bloodline for your majesty in front of the queen, maybe they can replace the position of the white queen. As long as the eldest son is respected, won't the position of prince be solid? What's the difference from that step? However, the emperor has been deeply in love with the indifferent and cold white queen for so many years, and looked at the warblers and swallows around him as nothing. He was so angry that these beautiful women beat their chests and almost pointed to the tip of the emperor's nose and scolded him for his feelings.

No one knows what the emperor was thinking. The taciturn emperor almost made the whole Mengyang powerful by himself. There is no need for red tape, no need for court discipline, the temple and government affairs are extremely efficient, and do not need the advice of ministers. Even several Huangmenting University responsible for deliberation and deliberation have been dismissed. Political affairs are all decided by the emperor alone!

However, the price is also clear, the emperor's white head and weak body.

Today, Emperor Lin Xi listened to the queen's song and hissed, "Can you play it again?" Just a short paragraph!"

weak, with discussion, and even a little pleading tone.

The white queen behind the bead curtain can't see her expression clearly, but the sound of the piano rises again, and the soft sound of the zither and strings is endless. A song "broken liver" pops up with a woman's feelings, and the charm of life and death is so clear.

The emperor suddenly coughed, covered his chest with his hands, and couldn't help bullying his chest, as if a mass of wire stuck in his throat, and the palpitating cough interrupted the sound of the piano. The maid of honor rushed over with a water cup and beat her back for the emperor and wiped the phlegm from the corners of her mouth with a silk scarf. The emperor frowned and even lost his blood color.

He waved his hand to let the maid retreat and said calmly, "I interrupted you. I'm sorry, you continue, I'll listen!"

"Sura is tampering with your life." The queen didn't play the piano.

"I know!"

"What is he planning? Your empire is a bargaining chip."

"I know!"

"You may not live for a few years!"

"I know!"

"Then why do you have to obey the meaning of Shura? What's the difference between you emperor and the puppet? The queen's voice was a little cold.

"Are you holding an impotence for me?" The emperor laughed.

The woman behind the bead curtain was silent, as if by default.

"I'm not a puppet of the national teacher, but I have the same purpose as him and take what I need. I need his spell power to control the country. He needs my power and empire to launch a war. You magicians can't interfere in the world at will, otherwise you will be punished by God. The great master of Shura has taken risks. I use my own fortune to decoy him, and he can do more for me. It's fair. We are all walking on the cliff, and if we don't pay attention, our bones will be left!" The emperor said indifferently.

"Why is it like this? Is it so attractive for you to get the whole world? What's the difference between your current appearance and the dying person? After this year, you are only 26 years old, and your hair is ridiculously white. Your luck is so broken that your fate has been tampered with. Even if you get the world, how many years can you sit as the co-owner of the world?

The emperor's pale face smiled more deeply, "Queen, do you care about me?"

is silent again.

"I want this world, not why the world is the co-owner, but for you. At that time, the ancestors of the Wanyan and Huangfu clan rebelled against the Jingxi Dynasty and established the Mengyang and Fanyang imperial dynasties for you, but they couldn't take your heart. The two first emperors angrily rushed to the crown and killed the southern Milu forest, killing 100,000 warriors to destroy the last group of magician tribes. I know all these secrets. Your inscription name is Mengfan God and Mengyang Fanyang, which is named after you. I'm just giving you a complete Mengfan and a complete world.

"Is that all?" The sound behind the bead curtain trembled a little.

"This is all." The emperor's face was expressionless.

"I don't care."

"I care."

"Is it worth it?"

"It's worth it!"

"Why?"

"Because..." The emperor hesitated for a moment and found that he could not say the word 'love'.

"I don't know. Let's repay what our ancestors owe you." He found a reason at random.

"You are very similar to Wan Yun Liunian, but you are more persistent, crazier and more... unreasonable than him." The voice behind the bead curtain sneered, "more than 300 years ago, Huangfu Jinglan and Wan Yan Liunian thought that if they got the world, they could get my heart. They never asked what I wanted. They just felt that I would like what they gave me. My people and I are just looking for the indisputable elves in the forest. They insisted on pulling me into the secular world. Ha ha, Wan Yijun, you too, you know, you are no different from your ancestors, paranoid and crazy! Do you know what I want? Are you so persistent to unify the world and name the new imperial dynasty Mengfan Empire? Let me tell you, I won't be touched at all. Let me inform you in advance, so that you will not be physically and mentally exhausted and ask me, why am I not moved at all after paying so much? You are an extremely selfish person. You think that if you think whatever you want, others will make a big mistake according to your mind. I'm more than 500 years old. You, a human in your twenties, are playing with children in my eyes, okay?

The emperor was stunned, as if he had been hit head-on. The spirit that stood up collapsed, and there was a sharp pain in his chest, like a sharp blade inserted.

This feeling of being completely denied is more uncomfortable than killing him.

He bent down to cover his chest, took a big breath, and calmed his heartbeat down. He felt that his heart was struggling desperately in his chest and pumping crazily, and his fragile and thin blood vessels almost burst.

The woman behind the bead curtain frowned slightly, looked at his painful appearance, and bit her scarlet lips.

The maid of honor hurried to serve the emperor and was drunk. The emperor was like a fish that fell on the shore, struggling to open and close his gills.

It took a long time for him to recover and his face turned paler.

He stood up, showed a weak and bright smile, and said softly, "I'm very satisfied with what the queen has said to me for so many years."

The queen's face was full of anger, as if her mind had been exposed.

"Don't stay in the palace this New Year. Come out for a walk. The light temple fair in the first month of the imperial capital is worth seeing. It's all made by ordinary people. It's not the deep sea of Houmen. You should like it. After taking you into the palace, it's not imprisoning you. You are very free.

The emperor waited for a moment and walked out of the hall without waiting for her answer. Suddenly, the voice behind him came, "Will you go?"

"If you go, I will go."

"Good." The queen answered simply.

Emperor Lin Xi was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe his ears. He smiled happily: "I'll take you there then."

His emotional changes were completely seen in the eyes of the Baiyan Queen. The woman, who had seen more than 500 changes in spring and autumn, shook her head and smiled. She thought how mature and steady Emperor Lin Xi was. She was really just a young man in his twenties. Her smile and anger could make him restless.

It's time to go out. She has not been out of this palace for six years. Although compared with her nearly unlimited life expectancy, these six years are very short, but how rare should it be for a young man who is close to his birthday to wait for six years without changing his original intention?

Six years, a few years? The descendants of thousands of years have inherited the nature of their ancestors.

But compared with Wan Yan's publicity and boldness, Wan Yanjun's shyness is much worse. Can't he even say a simple love? After all, he is just a simple-minded child!

So what's the harm in giving you a good memory when your life is almost over? She is true, but she hasn't lost all her humanity. She will still be moved. As long as she is slightly moved, it is enough to remind her of the remaining humanity.

She has mastered the spell and prophecy, and the most difficult soul-back skill has also touched the threshold. When her three secrets melted in one furnace, she will replace the rules and become the supreme god. At that time, I'm afraid she will never be moved again.

She brushed the strings with her fingers again, and the crisp sound of the piano echoed like pearls falling.

A song "Ask for Long Life" is for you. May you be at peace.

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Emperor Lin Xi's face, who received the queen's reply, was a little rosy and shiny. Today's meal was more than usual, and he even smiled, which made the eunuch maid who served him very happy.

The great master of Shura, Yao Ye, smiled on his face and joked, "Your Majesty is in a good mood today!"

"Hmm!" The emperor nodded, "After the Spring Festival, I will fight with Fanyang again. This time, the whole country is fighting. I Mengyang Jiashi will do my best to destroy Fanyang and unify the world in one fell swoop."

"Your Majesty has this awareness?" Shura raised an eyebrow.

"Ha ha, even if I send the last man, woman and child to the battlefield, even if I melt the last nail and a hoe into a sword, even if I use the last corn and the last mess as military food, I will not hesitate."

"Your Majesty is a martial arts!" Shura sincerely praised it.

"How long can I live, Shura?" The emperor raised his head and looked coldly at the scarlet blood-like eyes.

"Your Majesty is blessed and healthy, and the favor of heaven is endless. Don't worry too much!" Shura smiled at the corners of his mouth.

"Is it?" The emperor sneered.

"As long as I can live until the world is unified, it's enough. If I'm not greedy for long life, don't be too hasty. If you steal my fortune and falsify my life, you will be punished by heaven. In case I die suddenly, you will have to take over the five thunderbolt punishment and weigh it yourself."

Sura squeezed his lips, there was no smile on his face, and his eyes were red to drip blood.

"Don't worry, it's no problem to live another three years." He said coldly.

"Three years?" The emperor muttered to himself, "Three years is enough