The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

Zhao Yan was confused at first, but he didn't realize anything until he heard the last few sentences.

Speak calmly.

"Third brother, what are you doing? Don't talk nonsense. Did the old man say something that didn't suit your ears? If it doesn't work, I'll go get him and treat him."

"Besides, Xiaojiu has always been attached to you. If he hears it, he will cry again..."

The emperor raised his hand and interrupted him: "I know my body better than anyone else. I have called you here today to explain some precautions in case of accidents. So, Xiaojiu, I leave it to you."

"Zhao Yan."

He turned around, his eyes as dark as ink, brewing an invisible storm.

In Zhao Yan's memory, this was the first time that the third brother called him by his name so seriously.

Unprecedented dignified.

The scene was silent.

It had been a long time since the third brother had changed his mind. Zhao Yan understood that he had made up his mind and nodded in agreement with a frown.

The heavy snow lasted for a few days and then stopped. Standing on a high palace building and admiring the night was a unique experience.

On a whim, the emperor took a rare break from government affairs and took the cat up to the highest wall of the palace.

The capital was bustling with activity, with countless fireworks crackling in the air and blooming with dazzling brilliance. The people were celebrating and laughing for the arrival of the Spring Festival.

The country is peaceful and the people are safe, and the oceans and rivers are clear.

As midnight approaches, outside the palace gate, huge beams of light release brilliant colors in the air, and the blue fireworks are enchanting and beautiful.

The bustling people couldn't help but stop what they were doing, raised their heads, and looked in the direction of the palace, marveling at the rare fireworks.

I heard that blue fireworks are the most expensive of all fireworks, worth hundreds of gold, and ordinary wealthy people would not dare to buy them easily.

Such a big move must have been personally approved by the emperor, which means that last year the weather was good and the treasury was full.

"Does it look good?"

The emperor held the cat in his arms and whispered softly, his eyes as tender as water.

As a monarch, he knew the importance of frugality. If a tael of silver was wasted in the palace, the suffering people would live a few more days.

In the past, even if the national treasury had a bumper harvest, such expensive and extravagant fireworks were not set off.

In his two years on the throne, for the first time, the emperor acted willfully and used his private treasury to organize this grand and brilliant fireworks.

Just because of selfishness.

Maybe next year he won't be able to accompany the cat. If something happens to him, no one will love Xiaojiu as much as he does, spending a lot of money to buy fireworks for a kitten.

Just indulge once.

Think of it as a reward for his many years of hard work for Jiangshan Sheji.

Song Jiu had never seen such beautiful fireworks before, and he was fascinated by them. When he heard the question, he just meowed, and then continued to be immersed in the gorgeous brilliance.

If the kitten could look up, he would definitely find that the ruthless monarch, whom the people always respected and feared, had his eyes lowered at this moment.

Cried.

......

The emperor vomited blood again.

This time the situation was more serious than before, and he fell directly into a coma.

The chief imperial doctor had seen it, but could not diagnose the specific condition. The emperor's status was noble, and they did not dare to treat him randomly.

Zhao Yan received the news in advance and immediately thought of Mao'er. In order to hide the truth, he quickly took Mao'er around and prevented him from returning to the palace.

The emperor's pulse was dying, so Manager Lin blocked the news as quickly as possible to avoid unrest among the people and cause unnecessary panic.

When the enlightened monk came to the palace, the emperor's condition was very serious. He hurriedly took out special medicine pills and fed them with the help of silver needles, so that he could wake up.

After the emperor woke up, he dismissed everyone else in the palace, including Manager Lin.

"Ahem... Tell the truth, how many days do I have to... live?" He leaned against the bed, his breath filled with the smell of raw rust.

"Your Majesty, it will take no more than three years." The eminent monk touched his snow-white beard and sighed.

three years?

It turns out that I only have less than three years left in my life.

At the age of eighteen, his body was taken away by a lonely ghost, who occupied his body for ten years. Ten years was such a long time.

As a soul, he could not leave the body five meters away. He could only watch his body being hollowed out by beauty, watch his father become a little disappointed, and watch the country gradually fall apart.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

When the people of Ming Dynasty were in dire straits due to natural disasters, the false emperor in his body turned a blind eye, trampling on the blood and sweat of the people, living in debauchery and doing whatever was wrong.

After finally regaining control of his body, he ended up dead because of an accident.

How could he be willing to do so.

The cat is still young and cannot live without his protection.

After all, the emperor still didn't want to see the cat coquettishly rolling around in someone else's arms.

Xiaojiu is his.

It can only belong to him.

"Is there a way out?"

"...None yet."

The enlightened monk lowered his head and answered truthfully.

A few days ago, he received a letter from the emperor and had already foreseen the current situation.

Toxins have accumulated for many years, and the soul has been severely damaged. The emperor's current broken body cannot be changed by human power.

The eminent monk thought of the white cat with a pure soul, but quickly rejected the idea.

According to records in ancient books, the transformation process from animal to human form is very long. Moreover, in today's world, spiritual energy is thin, and ordinary animals can only develop a little intelligence.

Although the white cat has an increased chance of transforming due to the influence of Ziwei's imperial energy, how long it will take to become a human with four limbs depends entirely on God's will.

The eminent monk did not dare to draw conclusions and could only give the worst plan.

However, when it comes to remedies, there is a solution that is not a solution.

In the astrolabe, the Ziwei Emperor Star is crumbling, its dominant position is unstable, and it seems to be showing signs of falling.

The sky evil star that suddenly rose to the side became more and more dazzling, approaching the main star position at a slow speed, tending to replace it.

The Heavenly Evil Star, as its name implies, is ferocious and cruel, and is a symbol of unlucky. If it were to replace the Ziwei Emperor Star, the world would be in chaos, doomsday would come, and the people would be in dire straits.

It stands to reason that the two are enemies from birth, and are incompatible with each other.

The strange thing is that the auras emitted by the two are extremely similar. Even if they are close to each other, there is no rejection reaction.

It's like it comes from the same source.

Combining the information collected previously, the enlightened monk immediately came up with an astonishing idea.

Move the soul.

Since the two do not exclude each other, they find the person who has the fate of Lone Star, and use forbidden techniques to transfer the emperor's soul into Lone Star's body, so that his life span can be extended.

This thought was so terrifying that the monk's face looked a little strange.

The emperor's lips were pale: "Regardless of success or failure, if Master has a way, just say so."

The eminent monk hesitated to express his thoughts.

The atmosphere solidified.

The emperor had never believed in such strange things as soul migration before, but since his body was taken over by a strange ghost, he believed it.

"...How sure are you?"

"There are very few descriptions of this in ancient books, and there are no recorded examples of success. The common people are willing to work hard for Your Majesty, it depends on Your Majesty's will." The eminent monk bent down and said.

No matter what, it's death, so it's better to give it a try.

"Excuse me, Master."