The First Tyrant of Daxia

As time goes by and the Lantern Festival is getting closer, the New Year atmosphere in the imperial capital becomes stronger. Every household replaces their ornaments with peach charms and firecrackers are set off in the streets to welcome the new year.

The demise of the Turks obviously added a strong touch to this Lantern Festival.

Xiang Shengnan rushed back to the imperial capital from Jiangbei, Gongsun Ruoshui also put down her important tasks, and Huairou Lanzhi was diagnosed with pregnancy, so Murong Shunhua was forced to have her brought into the palace to take care of the baby.

The harem is extremely lively.

The day before the Lantern Festival, Qin Yun had just finished a meeting with the cabinet and was enjoying Dou Ji's unique head massage when suddenly the Jinyiwei came to report that Jingyi had woken up and survived!

Qin Yun flipped over like a carp and rushed towards Sun Changsheng's medicine building in the imperial palace.

Outside an elegant house, there were many people, including the imperial guards, imperial doctors, palace maids, and nuns...

These days, this place is well protected.

Qin Yun wanted to go in, but was stopped outside by the people of Qingping Temple: "Your Majesty, we don't want to see you here!"

This sentence directly angered Feng Lao, Wuming and others, and they shouted, "How dare you!!"

"This is the imperial palace, His Majesty's territory. How dare you act so arrogantly while living under someone else's roof?"

"If it weren't for your majesty, your master would have died long ago!"

Qin Yun frowned and immediately stopped the crowd behind him from speaking: "Everyone retreat!"

The Jinyiwei were unwilling and annoyed at the ignorant look of these nuns, but since His Majesty had spoken, they could only retreat.

At this time, Jing Yi's weak voice came from the room: "Let him in."

Hearing this, the nuns had no choice but to let him go.

Qin Yun walked into the inner room with a complicated and uneasy mood. It was very quiet inside. Except for Sun Changsheng, everyone else was from Qingping Temple.

At first glance, Qin Yun locked onto Li Youwei who was waiting in front of the bed. Her clear face had become much thinner and she looked very tired.

But what really distressed Qin Yun was the expression on her face. She was even unwilling to look up at him.

The last time we spoke was a year ago!

He really wanted to go up and talk, but the situation was not appropriate, so he turned around and looked at Jingyi on the sickbed.

"You all should leave first." Jing Yi spoke weakly. She seemed not to be wearing a hat behind the white curtain.

Hearing this, Sun Changsheng glanced at Qin Yun, who nodded.

He packed his things and left immediately.

The nuns from Qingping Temple also filed out one after another, not daring to disobey Jingyi's orders at all.

Li Youwei walked at the back with a calm look in her eyes. She passed Qin Yun like a stranger. It was obvious that Jingyi's suicide had changed her.

She is moving towards Jingyi's direction.

Qin Yun was heartbroken, but he didn't rush to talk to her. Instead, he looked at the woman on the sickbed.

After everyone had left, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Why bother?"

"No matter why you committed suicide, your behavior has caused Youwei to misunderstand me. Do you really think she is happy?"

"She used to be so pure and kind, full of beautiful expectations for everything, even her words were pure."

Jingyi gently opened the curtain and looked at Qin Yun with a pair of melancholy eyes.

He was immediately shocked, and his heart was filled with turmoil!

Master Jingyi, why... do you look like this?

All along, his inherent impression of Jingyi was that she was Nun Miejue, an old woman, a stinky freak, and no one loved her, but he didn't expect that she would give birth to such a symbol.

Her skin was as white as snow, her bones were like warm jade, and her black hair was like a waterfall. She was so beautiful that she could make fish sink to the bottom of the water and geese fall to the ground. However, her eyes were filled with extreme melancholy. She was a typical sick beauty, and it was not just because of her injury.

Judging from her age, she must be at least thirty years old, right?

But, so tender...

Jingyi calmed down a lot, her beautiful eyes looked like a picture scroll unfolding, and she said lightly: "Maybe she is not happy now, but in the long life, it is worth it."

"It's better to live in seclusion than to let her get hurt."

Qin Yun sneered: "You are too paranoid."

"A person like you is worthy of being called Master?"

Jingyi said calmly, "Whether they are worthy or not is not something you, an outsider, can say. I know what you want to do. It's nothing more than wanting to possess Youwei because she is beautiful, pure, and clear."

"Maybe you really are good to her, but it's just a passing cloud."

"I no longer trust you. You saved my life, and I don't want to argue with you anymore. So let Youwei decide for herself."

Qin Yun clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in anger, cursing in his heart, "You are lying here sickly, and I have taken the blame, and you let Youwei make her own choice. Is there any suspense in this?"

"I came here today, but I don't want to discuss these issues with you. I think you should solve your own problems first, and then talk about Youwei's problems!"

Jingyi's eyes turned a little colder, and his pale cheeks looked very sick, but he was so paranoid that it was scary.

"What do you mean?"

Qin Yun frowned: "Zhi Bai has been guarding outside the door for several days without eating or drinking. If this continues, he will probably die."

"When you stabbed yourself with the sword, you lost too much blood. In order to prepare the medicine primer, you need the blood of your relatives, so he cut his wrist and bled almost like a basin. His body was not burdened by the weight."

"The Jinyiwei once saw him kneeling before the Taoist priest in mud, saying that if you could live, he would not be reincarnated for ten lifetimes to eliminate disasters for you."

Hearing this, Jing Yi sneered and said disdainfully: "No reincarnation for ten lifetimes? Do people have an afterlife? Men in the world cannot be trusted. This Zhibai and you are the most hateful and the most hypocritical!"

Qin Yun's mouth twitched. He came here with good intentions to visit, but in the blink of an eye he became the same person as Zhibai.

It is understandable that he hates Zhibai so much, but hating himself is definitely petty and personal!

"Anyway, this is the situation. It's up to you to decide what to do. I can't persuade you any more. If you don't speak up, Zhi Baitie will definitely die outside the door."

"When the time comes, you will kill your own father." Qin Yun deliberately provoked and provoked him.

The word "father" immediately made Jing's hair stand on end. Her willow-shaped eyebrows were like curved knives, and she looked at him fiercely: "What did you say?"

Qin Yun took two steps back tactically. This woman had a somewhat abnormal character due to her miserable past, and she might start to attack again if things went wrong.

"Anyway, that's it."

"Don't get excited, or you might open the wound." He frowned and said worriedly.

Jingyi sneered: "Get out!"

Qin Yun's expression changed, he was very unhappy. Who in the world dared to talk to him like this?

But in the end he suppressed his anger and frowned, "I don't bother with you because I am in the wrong, and for Youwei and Zhibai's sake, don't go too far."

"You have inner demons, you'd better let them go, or you will hurt a lot of people."

After saying this, he turned and left, fearing that this would upset Jingyi and cause Jingyi to act recklessly again, which would make things even more difficult.

Unexpectedly, Jingyi started to mock again from behind.

"You are too self-righteous!"

"A dog trying to catch a rat, meddling in other people's business, do you really think you can do anything?"

"..."

Qin Yun ignored her, but he wasn't angry either. He just thought she had some mental problems.

This made Jingyi feel like she was punching cotton. She couldn't exert any strength and her breathing was even more difficult. The pain from the wound on her neck made her brows furrowed.

The dislike for Qin Yun skyrocketed.

After a long time.

She kept frowning, Qin Yun's words lingering in her ears. If Zhibai died, wouldn't she be causally related to Zhibai?

She clenched her fists, feeling extremely conflicted and trying to speak several times!