Chapter 071 How can it be you

The witches actually have a royal family!

So does it mean that there is another powerful country in the land she can't see?

And all the people in this country have the same constitution as this old man?

And she is also a member of this country?

So, is her body a member of this country, or is she herself a member of the witch clan?

If it was the latter, she didn't dare to imagine it at all.

If it is the latter, why is she a princess?

She instinctively felt that it should be the former.

However, in the face of all the unknown, it is so impossible to advance and unimaginable.

There is an imperable sea ahead, which makes it difficult for her to walk.

The old man sighed: "Yes, the crown princess recognized by the royal family, Zhuge Aoshuang, is you."

"Does the emperor have parents and family members in the witch clan?" Zhuge Aoshuang frowned and asked.

The old man shook his head: "Your relatives are only the royal family. Your family has been gone since you were very young. They entrusted you to the royal family to take care of you. When you were very young, the emperor of our country told your parents about the baby kiss, that is to say, you are the crown princess of my witch clan and the queen of my witch clan in the future.

Zhuge Aoshuang sneered: "Tomorrow you go back to the witch and tell them that I, Zhuge Aoshuang, will always be the ninth lady of the Zhuge family and the emperor of this country."

The old man seemed to feel ridiculous and laughed: "Are you an emperor? How long do you think the identity and name created for you by that person can last? How long do you think you can be this man?

The old man's words were like a sharp knife, straight into Zhuge Aoshuang's heart.

Is that person...what he said about...Qin Qingxuan?

I don't know why, as long as she thinks of him now, her heart hurts a lot.

I don't know why she doesn't dare to read his name now.

So what? I will not return to the witch clan with you, let alone become the queen of your witch clan!" Zhuge Aoshuang turned his head and turned around and walked away.

Irrelled what the old man behind him wanted to say, so he went to the imperial study and took out the book under the inkstone.

This book represents what the witch presented to her on the first day the old man entered the palace.

She opened the black book and looked carefully at what was said in it.

The more she looked at it, the more ridiculous she felt.

In this book, it is ridiculous to say that this witch people are born with divine ability, which is like a fantasy.

And the power they call the power of the witches is probably just a secret art.

For example, this book is blank in the eyes of others, but in her eyes, she can see the handwriting in it.

For another example, the jasper finger is ordinary, but in her opinion, she can see that there seems to be water flowing quietly inside.

These must be the secrets of the witches, just like the mirage, dare to call themselves divine power.

The witch royal family, Yiwan Island, a place she has never heard of, dared to claim to be the emperor of the whole continent?

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!

If so, why do they live on the other side of the sea, while the mainland is composed of Bai, Wu and Qin?

Zhuge Aoshuang vaguely felt that there must be something she didn't know.

And what the old man told in this book is so true and half false, so obscure.

It seems that neither this book nor the old man hides anything.

"Zi Qing." The familiar voice disturbed all Zhuge Aoshuang's thoughts and calmed her down.

Zhuge Aoshuang raised his eyes and looked at the skinny man standing at the door with a smile: "Huh? Why can't you have a rest? It's already night."

Jiang Yi was helped by Lan Wu and walked to Zhuge Aoshuang's side, but the corners of his eyes caught a glimpse of the picture of the teenager at the bottom of the bookcase and the pamphlet.

And the blue dance holding him naturally saw it. Lanwu looked at Jiang Yi worriedly and forgot to salute.

Zhuge Aoshuang naturally noticed Jiang Yi's look, rubbed the portrait into a ball and threw it on the ground, pretending to smile and asked, "What's wrong? Why don't you talk?"

Jiang Yi stretched out his hand, lifted a ray of hair in her ear behind her ear, and said dotingly, "I heard that you haven't rested for a few days. Come and have a look."

"I'm fine. Are you feeling better?" Zhuge Aoshuang was a little embarrassed. She was once familiar with the touch, but at this time she only felt guilty.

She used to talk about nothing between her and Jiang Yi, but now, there seems to be nothing to talk about.

I don't know whether it's because of those conspiracies or whether they themselves have some flaws of tolerance and provocation.

Zhuge Aoshuang looked at Lan Wu and said, "It's so late. Why don't you let him have a good rest?"

Doesn't this woman love Jiang Yi very much? Why did you let him come to her without sleeping in the middle of the night?

Blue dance was about to cry and fell to the ground: "It's not good to be a slave! I didn't take good care of Emperor Jiang!"

Zhuge Aoshuang waved his hand: "Forget it, it's not your fault. You all go back to rest."

"Ziqing, then you should rest early. I'm afraid that you will be hungry. I'll ask the imperial dining room to make food for you. You can eat a little. Jiang Yi took a plate of snacks from Lan Wu's hand and put it on Zhuge Aoshuang's bookcase, looking at her worriedly.

This is... Wind Dance Plum Blossom Crisp...

Once her favorite snack, she once shouted that she wanted him to make it herself...

Zhuge Aoshuang looked at the hot snacks, his nose was sore, and he almost burst into tears.

But she put up with it and nodded lightly to Jiang Yi: "I know, you go back to rest."

Jiang Yi looked at her worriedly and then walked out of the imperial study.

After they went out, Zhuge Aoshuang twisted the plum blossom crisp in the plate and took a bite.

A small bite melted in the mouth. The taste is sweet but not greasy, crispy and crispy, not made in the imperial dining room in the palace.

This taste is only made by Jiang Yi.

This plum cake was made by himself.

He still spoiled her as before.

Even if he had only one year left, even if he was powerless, he was almost unable to stand up. He still dragged his sick body and went to the imperial dining room to cook food in person.

After it was done, he also told her that it was done by the imperial dining room.

If she hadn't been too familiar with the taste he made, she wouldn't have known that he had paid so much for her.

Thinking, the corners of his eyes subconsciously glanced at the corner of the wall.

There is the rice paper that was just rubbed into a ball by her. On the rice paper, the holy teenager is painted.

Zhuge Aoshuang turned his head and tried not to look at it and tried not to think about it.

However, the corners of the eyes always look at the kneaded drawing paper in the corner of the wall.

Finally, she seemed to be disobedient. She stood up and stepped over step by step.

Go to the corner, squat down slightly, and carefully spread out the kneaded drawing paper.

The drawing paper was wrinkled and almost rubbed the teenager's white face into folds. Even so, the teenager's eyes were still as clear as the holy water of Tianshan, as if looking at her with a smile.

Zhuge Aoshuang stretched out his hand, gently stroked the young man's eyebrows, and looked at it carefully for a long time.

Finally, he closed his eyes and put a little force in his hand, and the drawing paper turned into debris all over the sky and floated in the air.

After Jiang Yi stepped out of the imperial study, he pushed away the blue dance and went straight to his heart-raising hall.

Lan Wu saw his whole body staggering as if he had lost his soul, and saw that his pace was very fast, but it was even more messy.

Almost every step used all his strength.

Lang Wu went up uneasly and just wanted to help him up.

"Don't worry about me." An indifferent and estranged word came from the man in front of him, stopping Lan Wu's movements, but making Lan Wu more sad.

Walking through the Royal Garden, Rose Hall, Zixin Garden, Jiuqu Corridor, Jiang Yi finally walked to his own nourishing hall.

When he stepped into the Yangxin Hall, the corners of his mouth stiffened, and he couldn't help spitting out his mouth, and then his whole body fell straight ahead.

"Brother Yi!" Seeing Jiang Yi's movements, Lan Wu's heart almost stopped beating.

Before I had time to think about it, my body instinctively moved forward.

Blue dance only had time to grab one of his arms, but he still couldn't stop his tendency to fall, and he was staggered to his knees.

"Brother Yi! What's your pain...what's your pain...?"

Jiang Yi opened his eyes and looked at her, but saw that the whole Yangxin Hall was spinning around, and he felt that his eyes were suddenly dark. Blue Dance also turned into three in his eyes, but he didn't care about these.

His eyes were desperate, and the corners of his mouth were stiff and stubbornly asked, "She still loves me?"

Lanwu's body suddenly stiffened, and tears fell down and nodded desperately: "You are so good, you are so good, she won't give up on you... Brother Yi... Xiaowu will take you to rest... Just take a rest!"

When Jiang Yi heard the words, he pushed the blue dance and said bitterly, "In her eyes, there has been him for a long time, and there is no longer me."

After saying that, Jiang Yi closed his eyes and fainted.

Lan Wu cried bitterly, picked up Jiang Yi's heavy body, and walked step by step towards the bed in the inner room.

The royal doctor of the Yangxin Hall went in and out, circle after circle, and did not turn off the lights all night.

The lights in the imperial study were also on all night. In the early morning, the guards saw their majesty come out of the imperial study.

"Your Majesty?" The bodyguard in charge of the vigil saw Zhuge Aoshuang and carefully tested: "Do you want to go to the early morning?"

Zhuge Aoshuang shook his head: "Give it to the Presbyterian."

The bodyguard was stunned and did not dare to disagree. He prepared a dragon for Zhuge Aoshuang and went to greet the elders.

Sitting in the dragon, Zhuge Aoshuang raised the curtain and looked worriedly in the direction of the Yangxin Hall. Then she put down the curtain, looked at her bloody hand with a wry smile, and muttered, "You walked on the edge of death again. Fortunately, fortunately."

In the Yangxin Hall, Jiang Yi clenched his hand, opened his eyes, and gently called: "Ziqing."