Chapter 155 Hand Drawings

"But I think it's an adventure to let King Kang ascend the throne." Liu Ye said.

"Maybe, maybe King Kang will put Xia Wuchen to death after he ascends the throne, but I believe that I will have enough power to protect your sister at that time, so don't worry."

Liu Ye smiled and said, "Sister, you don't want the prince to protect you."

"It's okay." Ling Yue also smiled. Then her heart was full of worry. The reason why she wanted Xia Kang to ascend the throne was entirely because according to the development of the story, if Xia Wuchen ascended to the throne, her final ending would be killed by a glass of poisoned wine. Therefore, as long as Xia Wuchen does not ascend the throne, the story will change its direction, so in any case, Xia Wuchen must not be allowed to ascend the throne. This decision was decided by Ling Yue a few days after Xia Wuchen and Ouyang left late.

At first, Ling Yue still held some illusions that even if Xia Wuchen ascended the throne, perhaps she would not face the tragic fate of being given poisoned wine. But as time went by, Ling Yue increasingly felt that the unclear feelings between her and Xia Wuchen could not mean anything. Of course, even if the two loved each other to death and collapsed, Ling Yue would not simply think that the so-called love alone was enough to defeat everything.

In that world, the cruel reality tells her that only money can defeat everything.

"Princess, please have something to eat." Xing'er put the freshly made millet porridge on the table. In fact, after understanding Ling Yue's personality, Xing'er would not bring millet porridge in at this time, but when Xia Kang left, she specially ordered Xing'er to make some millet porridge and send it to Ling Yue. The so-called master's name cannot be disobeyed, and Xing'er can only be obediently After making millet porridge, he came in at the risk of being coldly whispered by Ling Yue.

"Okay, put it there, and you can get another bowl."

Unexpectedly, Ling Yue did not scold her this time, so when Xing'er heard that Ling Yue asked for another bowl of millet porridge, she couldn't help smiling: "Okay, princess, wait a moment."

"Wait, by the way, go to the imperial dining room to get some snacks such as crystal buns."

"I obey."

"Alas..." Liu Ye looked at Xing'er's back running out happily. For some reason, his eyes turned red.

"Eh? What's the matter? Did you cry when you heard that you were going to eat? Ling Yue said jokingly, "Don't be so moved. If you want to eat, eat quickly."

"Yes, yes, I'm so moved to faint when I hear that there is food." Liu Ye smiled faintly.

However, although there was a joke in his mouth, the sour mood in Liuye's heart gradually spread and eventually turned into hot tears.

Liuye, this is for you to eat.

Liuye, next time you post the book, you have to turn it over like this, otherwise if the book is broken, we will be hit by the board.

Flowing night, don't cry, there is sugar here.

Don't kick the quilt all the time when you sleep. You will catch a cold.

......

All the memories stopped on the day when the three-foot white silk hung high, and the heartbreaking cries resounded throughout the palace.

"Sister, do you remember Concubine An?" Liu Ye said in a low voice.

"Princess An?" Ling Yue shook her head. Of course, she didn't know who An Fei was talking about in Liu Ye.

Liu Ye lowered his head: "Yes, sister, you are not Murong Lingyue. How can you remember An Fei?"

"Who is Anfei?"

"In the past, a maidservant beside my sister was not a maid beside Murong Lingyue. Later, she was selected by Emperor Cang and made a concubine, but a few years later, she was given to death by Bai Ling."

"What crime did she commit?"

Liu Ye shook her head and choked: "No, she didn't commit any crime. She was wronged, but the emperor didn't believe her, so she died. Sister, why do you think everyone's fate is in the hands of the emperor? Why, why?"

"Because...because this is the era of imperial power." Ling Yue felt very sad, because to some extent, even her own life was in the hands of the imperial power. As long as Emperor Xia wants her to die, whether she is a female general manager who dominates the financial market or not, and whether she knocks on the keyboard, there are millions of traders. In front of the imperial power, she is as humble as an ants, even worse than ants.

Many times, Ling Yue doesn't understand why he chose such a feudal society even if the world was created by Gu Li. Ling Yue felt that he should choose London in the 19th century according to his personality, because there was his favorite detective, Holmes, in that era.

"Imperial power..." Liu Ye said with a wry smile, "In this world, the emperor is the largest... the emperor is the largest."

"No, even in this world, the emperor is not the biggest. Gold is the biggest, do you understand? As long as you hold all the wealth, the power will naturally follow. Even the supreme imperial power must bow in front of wealth. Ling Yue said firmly, "Lu Ye, one day I will let you see the collapse and destruction of the imperial power."

"Is it possible..."

"Of course, Liu Ye, so you must live well. I still need your protection."

Liu nodded vively at night, but still kept crying. It turns out that he is very vulnerable. On this day, Ling Yue found that Liuye was not as strong as she imagined. On the contrary, Liuye was weaker and slender than anyone else. She doesn't know what Liu Ye has experienced in the past, but there must be a lot of sadness and despair.

"Princess, I put rice porridge and snacks on the table." After a while, Xing'er put the hot millet porridge on the table, and there were some snacks that made people's index fingers move.

"Okay, Xing'er, you go down first."

"I obey."

Ling Yue glanced at the hot food on the table and said to Liu Ye, "This bowl of porridge is cold. Eat that bowl of hot."

Liu Ye shook his head: "I don't want to eat."

"That's a little hearty. Do you want to eat some?"

"No." Liu Ye suddenly took Ling Yue's hand and drew a few strokes on the palm of her hand.

Ling Yue smiled and said, "Cut, Liuye, your mouth is getting more and more tricky. You can't even like the craftsmanship of the imperial chef in the palace. OK, since you are tired of eating in the palace, let's go outside the palace to eat."

Half an hour later, Ling Yue and Liu Ye swaggered out of the palace. However, because their costumes were so strange that the bodyguard in charge of guarding the palace gate was shocked when he first saw them. However, no matter who is, it is no wonder that he is not shocked when he sees two ghost-like unknown objects in black robes and pure white masks at night.

"Where did you find it?" Liu Ye took off his mask and said with a smile, "The guard who guarded the door just turned green with fear."

"Hee, it was found in the small building of the Supervision Institute." Ling Yue also took off her mask, threw a beautiful arc in the air, and then caught it, "Lu Ye, what do you want to eat?"

"Ye, go to a hundred years to eat."

"Hundred years of residence, isn't that Xie Tingyu's territory? Well, since our family wants to go at night, let's go."

The two walked in the direction of Centennial House all the way, but according to Ling Yue's estimate, if they use it, they will basically be about to reach the Centennial Residence. Behind the two, the man in a light blue robe stared deeply at Ling Yue and Liuye. The man's face was beautiful, and his eyebrows were indeed extremely murderous.

On the way to the Centennial Residence, Liuye suddenly changed his decision: "Sister, if we don't go to the Centennial Residence, let's go to the Wanju Pavilion."

"Wanjuan Pavilion? Why does Linyun have a restaurant with such a strange name?" Ling Yue frowned and wondered which idiot would name the restaurant like a bookstore.

"Wanjuan Pavilion, the place where the palace collects books." Liu Ye opened his eyes wide and looked incredible.

"Oh, it turned out to be Wanjuan Pavilion. I said, how can a restaurant have the same strange name as a bookstore? What, don't you want to eat and want to read?

"Yes, it's not eating, it's reading and reading." Nod at night.

"Oc, anyway, we haven't gone far yet, let's go back. Just after reading the book, let the imperial chef get something to eat."

In this way, until the fish belly was white in the east, Ling Yue and Liu Ye got into the luxurious Wanjuan Pavilion. And the ** originally placed on the stairs at the door has also turned into an unknown white flower, with big flowers in full bloom, and it looks like snow from afar. When she went in, Ling Yue picked one, but within a second, Ling Yue threw the flower back into the pot. The reason was very simple. The flower smelled like an onion. The official in charge of gardening should be dragged out and shot for five minutes, otherwise there would be something wrong with the officer's sense of smell. Otherwise, she didn't know why there were dozens of pots of onions-flavored flowers at the door of the Wanjuan Pavilion.

"The flower smells so bad. It's just an onion." Ling Yue seemed to be immersed in the nightmare just now, frowning, "The official in charge of gardening should be dragged out and beheaded."

"That kind of flower is for repelling insects, not for smelling."

"Ah, it turned out to be an insecticide. Why does it smell so bad?" Ling Yue suddenly realized, and then whispered, "It turns out that the dropped onions can kill insects, which is really insightful. Speaking of serious, is it your brother who has been following us all the time?