You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

Half an hour later, Liu Yuntian pushed open the door and walked out of the house.

He stood quietly at the door, staring into the distance, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, he slowly came back to his senses, but there was still no expression on his face.

"Someone come here." he said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures rushed over from a distance like a gust of wind. They were the two eunuchs who had been guarding the door before.

The two men quickly knelt on the ground, with their foreheads pressed tightly against the ground, and said respectfully: "Please give your instructions, Mr. Liu."

Liu Yuntian took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and said slowly: "The emperor... passed away."

His voice was low and heavy.

Then he continued: "Let the people of Fengchang hold a state funeral and posthumously name him... Emperor Ci of Liang."

"Yes!" the two eunuchs answered in unison, their tone solemn and dignified.

Then, they looked up again, only to find that Liu Yuntian had disappeared without a trace.

The two looked at each other, both revealing deep worry and uneasiness in their eyes.

Then they stood up at the same time and walked into the room carefully.

After entering the room, they saw Ye Ling still sitting stiffly on the chair with empty eyes.

Ye Zhiruo was lying quietly on the bed.

She put her hands on her belly, and when the two approached, she was already dead.

But there was still a smile on his face.

And her previously messy hair was now very neat at some point.

It's as if it was re-combed by someone.

The tear marks left by crying for a long time have also disappeared.

The two sighed and looked at her for a long time with complicated expressions.

Then he took out an extremely gorgeous coffin from the storage ring and carefully carried Ye Zhiruo's body into it.

After finishing everything, the two left the room and closed the door heavily.

at this time!

Ye Ling's dull face suddenly turned and looked towards the door.

I shed two lines of tears...

………………

The next morning.

Liu Yuntian sat opposite Ye Ling with a frown, looking at his face carefully.

He stroked his chin from time to time, and the confusion on his face became more and more intense.

"Mr. Liu, the people from Fengchang have already started the event. Do you want to go over and check it out?"

At some point, Jin Dachuan walked in, stood aside and asked respectfully.

Liu Yuntian shook his head, his eyes not leaving Ye Ling's face, "Let them do it."

"If you can't do it well... just bury it all."

"promise."

After Jin Dachuan paid his respects and was about to leave, he was suddenly stopped by Liu Yuntian.

"Manager Jin."

"I'm here." Jin Dachuan stood back respectfully.

Liu Yuntian did not speak immediately, but reached out and wiped Ye Ling's face.

The dried tear marks have solidified into a thin layer of transparent tear scab.

Jin Dachuan did not ask any questions, but waited patiently by the side.

"This person has lost his soul...will he cry?"

"I will cry." Jin Dachuan replied quickly.

Then he lowered his head and squeezed the whisk in his hand as if reminiscing about the past, and continued, "In the past, there was a war in my hometown."

"My younger brother blocked the halberd for me and died on the spot."

"For a long time after that, I felt like my heart was broken and I was in a daze every day."

"Until one day, when the old man in the palace introduced me to the palace, he asked me: Why are you crying all the time? Are you sick?"

"It was then that I realized that although I was no longer sad in spirit, my physical behavior was not under my control."

Liu Yuntian turned around in surprise, looked at Jin Dachuan and sighed, "Is this true?"

Looking back on his previous life, Liu Yuntian had always been a lonely man and always kept his difficulties deep in his heart.

When grief strikes, I always light a cigarette quietly and sit on the sofa...

I sat there all night.

cry……

Ever since I was old enough to understand, crying has become meaningless.

He never cries...

But occasionally when he looked in the mirror, he would find tears flowing down unconsciously.

He had always thought that there was something wrong with his tear glands.

It was not until now, after hearing Jin Dachuan's story, that Liu Yuntian finally understood...

It turns out...it's the body...that's grieving.

After finding out the whole story, Liu Yuntian no longer worried about it.

He stood up and walked towards the door, saying as he walked, "Help His Majesty wash up."

Jin Dachuan quickly agreed and waved his hand. Several maids immediately walked into the room carrying buckets and wooden basins.

Liu Yuntian walked in front and Jin Dachuan followed closely behind.

"How long will it take until the morning court session?" Liu Yuntian asked.

Jin Dachuan looked up at the sky, then lowered his head again, "There's still half an hour left."

Liu Yuntian stopped, thought for a moment, and immediately turned in another direction, "Inform Prime Minister Fang that I will be attending court today."

"promise."

Jin Dachuan retreated immediately and disappeared on the spot in a flash.

Liu Yuntian went straight to the hall where the morning court was held.

......

Two flowers bloomed, each showing its own beauty. At this time, in the Wuji Holy Land,

Wuji was sitting leisurely on the armchair in the main hall, tasting the spiritual tea carefully brewed in the Holy Land of Spiritual Medicine.

There were four people standing in front of him, each with a very strange expression, looking at each other.

Two of them were Wang Shu and Nalan Yumo from the Holy Land of Hundred Flowers.

The other two are Dongfang Lan, who manages the salt and sugar factory in Northern Xinjiang for Liu Yuntian, and Li Xinran, the chief disciple of Xianlan Sect.

Wuji was aware of the long-term cooperation between Wang Shu and Lin Ying.

In a previous conversation, Lin Ying had revealed to Wuji that the salt and sugar he purchased came from Northern Xinjiang, and said that he also had people stationed in Northern Xinjiang.

From this, it can be inferred that the woman in front of him, dressed in Jinyiwei clothing, should be Lin Ying's internal supporter.

As for Nalan Yumo, it is very likely that he is the middleman responsible for transporting salt and sugar.

As for the last person, Wuji still has some impression of him.

I remember that at the Hundred Sects Conference, it was she who stood up and exposed Liu Yuntian's secret.

Although this matter was instructed by Wuji, it was actually carried out by Lin Ying.

So he was not familiar with Li Xinran.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside the door, and Lin Ying's voice came at the same time, "Sorry, I'm late."

"Hey, that guy was too difficult to deal with. It took me a long time to get rid of him."

Wuji naturally knew who the kid Lin Ying was talking about. After all, at the previous council meeting, they used the excuse that the kid had lost the bronze badge to attack Liu Yuntian.

"It's okay. Since you are here, I will go back to seclusion." With that, Wuji stood up and was about to leave.

Lin Ying, who had just sat down on the chair, was suddenly stunned. Looking at Wuji's back, he asked, "Going back to study the chess game again? Such a big thing, why don't you stay and listen?"

Wuji didn't look back, but replied calmly, "I'm at ease with you doing the job."

Lin Ying chuckled, "Okay then, after the discussion, I'll report the results to you."

Wuji didn't respond and left.

At this moment, Lin Ying muttered to himself: What's so good about studying this broken chess game? I feel sleepy just looking at it!

"Clap clap."

Lin Ying came back to his senses and clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention back. "Okay, let's get started."