Chapter 100 Nine Deaths and One Life Suspended, Finally Entering the Nationality of Yan

When I was in his arms, my face turned pale in an instant, and I couldn't say a word. He held me tightly in his arms, and a smile at the corners of his mouth stabbed back at me like the sword just now: "As soon as the soul comes out, is it necessary to eat the soul? Then use my blood..."

I looked at the blood flowing from Ye Yu's chest and gradually dyed his clothes red. The sword probably has pierced him in the chest. But his eyes have never left me, and they are getting colder and colder.

My hand wanted to hold the sword, but it kept trembling. My heart is like beating a drum, and it seems that there is a lot of money in my heart.

Qin Huang flew over with thunder. Falling beside Ye Yu, I had already pointed out the acupuncture point on Ye Yu's chest before I could react.

"Ye Yu..." I whispered, "How could...how could it be like this?"

With a smile on the corners of his mouth, he looked at me and said with difficulty, "Follow me... go back to the State of Yan..." His breath was so weak and light. My heart has also been carried. After listening to his last words, I almost collapsed before he fell into a coma.

It seemed to be stuck in my throat, and I couldn't even gather any strength to roar. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

Ye Yu... You wake up... I'll go back with you, you wake up... Ye Yu...!

Are you going to punish me in this way? I don't want... Get up and fight with me, Ye Yu...

How did this happen? How could this happen... This is the last thing I want to see. Everyone can die, but you can't... You owe me and haven't returned it yet. How can you die like this...

If you are not here, it's so dark on Huangquan Road. How can I find you...

Ye Yu, Luan nine, phoenix nine, ninety-nine eighty, the sound of Luan phoenix and singing. You said you would accompany me to see the country like a picture. You still owe me this promise that hasn't been fulfilled, Ye Yu... How can you be like this...

I was almost paralyzed in Ye Yu's arms, and tears kept flowing out of my eyes, mixed with the blood from Ye Yu's chest. I didn't know whether it flowed into his wound or just like this, flowing into the dust on the ground.

For a long time, Qin Huang patted me on the shoulder and said indifferently in a beating tone, "Yu is not dead yet..."

I suddenly got up from Ye Yu's arms and looked at Qin Huang with dim eyes. I can't believe it, "What are you...what else?"

Qin Huang pulled Ye Yu's hand in front of me: "If you don't believe it, you can see it yourself, and there is still breath... Although the soul-killing sword will eat the soul out of its sheath, it may not necessarily take people's lives. Jian Liyu's heart is less than half an inch..." I suddenly got up from Ye Yu's arms and wiped a handful of tears randomly.

When it was clear in front of me, I saw that the face of the unconscious person who harmed the country and the people was as white as paper at this moment, without a trace of blood, and his lips were almost the same color as his face. Although the sword wound on his chest was sealed by Qin Huang, the red blood color and the moon-white robe formed a sharp contrast, as if criticizing me. The unforgivable sins committed just now.

I squatted down and put my fingers on Ye Yu's wrist to take his pulse. I can't help but frown, only less than half an inch away. If it's a little bit more, if it's just a little bit, I'm afraid...

After me, he also took the pulse for Ye Yu. Then he took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms and took out the only pill for Ye Yu.

Qin Huang took Ye Yu into the house and worked hard to protect his heart. Only at the moment of drawing the sword, everyone's heart began to pull up again. It is only an inch away from the heart. Even Qin Huang, the owner of the soul-killing sword, is not sure that he will not hurt his heart when he pulls out his sword.

Fortunately, there are Qin Huang and Uncle Li, and the three of them are here, and the matter is shocking.

At the moment when the sword was pulled out. I seemed to take all my energy away and sat down on the stool at the table. Xue Yuan held my hand and looked at me with cold sweat worriedly. She advised, "My hands are so cold that I must be very afraid, right? Fortunately, there are so many people, and there is no danger... Don't embarrass yourself anymore..."

Qin Huang's soul is returned to the sheath. He must look at me and walk to me. Yuan made an excuse and went out with Uncle Li.

There are only me and Qin Huang left in the room. I still looked at somewhere in the room and couldn't come to my senses.

For a long time, he said, "In those years, Ye Yu was wrong about the matter between Shu and Mo Bixuan. But if you love him, this sword should also be able to pay off the feud between you. If this sword is a little more biased..." After all, Qin Huang still didn't go on. He went out of the door in response to the faint sunshine and sighed a rare long: "We should all take care of ourselves..."

Just as Qin Huang stepped out of the door. The dull atmosphere in my heart, which had been depressed for a long time, suddenly rose, and a fishy smell spread to my throat. A trace of blood overflowed from the corners of my mouth as I resisted swallowed it.

I began to laugh sarcastically.

How gentle that sword is! How cruel is it? If it's a little bit more biased, should I regret it for the rest of my life? Why can't regret let go of himself or him when he is alive? Regret for killing him with your own hands?

But how can we say a good sentence between us?

If there is anything else, if he reunited with the palace, he is not the son-in-law, and I am not the crown princess.

If there is still if, he is not the Prince of Yan, and I am not a lonely soul wandering on the Chuhe mainland. I am only willing to gallop with my beloved on the Mobei grassland.

If there is still if, time and space can not exist, and there is no need to be so much helplessness and pain.

No matter who is in troubled times, we can't be our own masters after all.

I don't know when I woke up, I was already in the palace of the State of Yan. Ye Yu was not there, and Qin Huang was not there. The little eunuch beside me told me that I slept for more than half a month after being taken back to the palace by His Royal Highness and Mr. Qin.

The son of Qin in their mouth should be Qin Huang. No one told me what happened, and no one told me where they had gone.

Everyone hides from me like a plague.

I stayed in the Furong Pavilion in the so-called Peach Blossom Garden for three days. The furnishings here are very similar to Ye Yu's style. It should be the place where he lives in the palace. But a room was locked, and the servants told me that no one was allowed to enter.

However, on February 14th every year, His Royal Highness will lock himself in this room and stay for a whole day and a night. And Emperor Yan will look at this place from afar on the Yushuo Pagoda in the distance for a whole day.

I remember that the master once told me that in the eighth year of Yushuo, February 14. Princess Yurong died in childbirth in the Jin Palace of the State of Yan. Before his death, he gave birth to a baby boy, named Xiao Yeyu, taken from "Zhong Gu Keng, Orchestra Ye Yan".

I hope my son can live a happy life when he grows up.

However, my birthday is the anniversary of my biological mother's death. Who can be relieved on this day?

I went to the Kowloon Pagoda in the distance. This tower has eight corners on all sides and has 18 floors. It stands between heaven and earth, and is opposed to the 18 layers of hell in the underworld, which shows the ambition of the people who built the tower.

Sure enough, standing at the top of the tower, you can have a panoramic view of the beautiful rivers and mountains of the State of Yan. You can also see the scenery in the Peach Blossom Garden clearly.

The peach blossoms in the garden and the withered branches in the garden are carefully taken care of. Just like desperate people, they are looking forward to the dead relatives who can come back to life. Occasionally, a few living creatures fly by the branches, not butterflies, but crows that mourn for living people. He kept shouting and circling over the Hibiscus Hall. For more than 20 years, he has never died. It seems that someone in this way, let the people in the world know that they are dead and will not close their eyes.

Ye Yu has been living in such a place. Since Taoyuan came back, he has lived for four years, guarding his mother's ghost and refusing to leave?

How could he forget? At that time, his mother was about to give birth and struggled on the edge of life and death, while his father, right next door, held soft incense in his arms and was happy with another woman.

How could he forget? It was his biological father who ruthlessly abandoned himself and forced him step by step when he was eight years old. On the bank of the river, he did not hesitate to use thousands of archers and arrows to kill his own son with his own hands.

How could he forget the pain of the full moon and bone erosion, and his legs were not good. He had endured it for 14 years. But his own father did it himself.

Many years later, she came back and lived in the place where his mother died. He should keep in mind all the humiliation and pain that this man brought to their mother and son. What is he going to do? What is he doing now?

Suddenly, my heart became more and more uneasy, and there was a tingling pain in my chest. I looked at the lifeline with only one inch left in the palm of my hand and slowly stepped down the pagoda.

Slow down, slow down, let me fulfill my wish. Let me take another look at the person I want to see. Time is slower...

Suddenly, a touch of Cuilan's figure stood in front of me. Before I could see the man's face, I heard the malicious voice: "Yo, it is said that there is a fairy daughter living in the Furong Pavilion. Who do I think I am?" So it's my sister-in-law!" The man deliberately raised his voice, hoping that everyone around him could hear it.

The person wears a moon-white long-tailed phoenix dress, covered with a light blue cloak, high-climbing hair, tassels, curved eyebrows are thick black, long eyelashes are flashing, and the skin is delicate, like blowing and breaking, and it is as white as gel. It is not Mo Bixuan. At this time, he looked like the servant of the State of Yan, and he was arrogant. It's really much more mature than when Shu was a little princess.

I'm not surprised to meet her here. On the contrary, I don't have the heart to care about her, let alone say one more word.

Suddenly, a cold wind came. When I looked at it, a maid beside Mo Bixuan was waving her hand at me and said, "Where did the rural village girl come from? When you see the princess, why don't you kneel down?