Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

With the bracelet as a lead, Huang Dashi, under Li Heng's coercion and inducement, sent Li Heng to the human world for the first time.

The consequence of being too eager for quick success was that Li Heng was seriously injured and was in a coma for three whole months before he woke up.

Within three months, Li Zhao summoned all the imperial doctors of the Taifeng Dynasty to treat Li Heng, but there was still no improvement.

They were trembling with fear and were hesitant to speak, not daring to say anything. Their embarrassed expressions vaguely told the emperor to prepare for the prince's funeral as soon as possible.

Li Zhao thought they were farting, punished them and drove them all out.

During those three months, half of Huang Dashi's hair turned white.

He was so anxious that he bit off all the nails on his fingers. He couldn't sleep or eat well every day, and he suddenly looked three years older.

It was his fault that Prince Ruiping was unconscious. He shouldn't have let the prince take such a big risk and go to the human world without any certainty.

He was so possessed by evil spirits and so bold that he dared to treat the prince's life as a joke.

Master Huang is obsessed with the other world. Although he knows it is impossible, he cannot stop the urge in his heart.

He thought the emperor would punish him, and he lived in fear every day, fearing that he would not live to see the next day.

Unexpectedly, the emperor did not mention a word about Prince Ruiping's injury. Huang Dashi was puzzled. He held his head carefully and continued to stay in the observatory to study astrology.

Three months later, Prince Ruiping woke up and the first thing he said was that he wanted to see the emperor.

It was already midnight, and Master Huang crawled to the Suhe Hall to ask to see the emperor.

Less than a moment after Eunuch Zhou entered the room, Li Zhao, wearing a bright yellow thin shirt, walked out quickly.

"Come on, take me to see Ah Heng."

Li Zhao came to Li Heng's bedside, dismissed all the attendants, and only left Master Huang by his side.

"Royal brother...Royal brother." Li Heng had just woken up from a serious illness. He was weak and his voice was almost hoarse and inaudible.

Li Zhao held Li Heng's hand:

"Ah Heng, I'm here. Don't worry, take your time."

"Cough, cough, cough." Li Heng was too anxious and was about to speak when the black blood accumulated in his chest overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Li Zhao raised his hand and, regardless of the dirt, used his sleeve to wipe it clean for him.

"No rush, no rush."

Li Heng gasped for breath for a long time before he spoke slowly.

"Brother, I saw Xingyao."

Three months later, Li Zhao finally heard the answer he wanted. His heart tightened: "Really?"

"Really." Li Heng nodded. This should have been a happy thing, but Li Heng's brows were getting tighter and tighter.

"Their world is different from ours."

Li Heng looked weakly at the bed curtain above his head, recalling his stunning glimpse of the other world.

Although he had been mentally prepared, the scene that greeted Li Heng still shocked him so much that he was almost speechless.

"How is it different?" Li Zhao was as nervous as he was. The answer he had been waiting for for three months was right in front of him.

Li Heng was lost in thought, his voice as light as ethereal smoke: "It's even more beautiful there than in Heaven. Everywhere is sparkling and magnificent. The people there are completely different from us."

The clothes, the hairstyle, the language, the environment, everything he saw was new and strange, and he even felt fear.

Li Heng's stay was too short. Just this tip of the iceberg was enough to make him dumbfounded and his soul turbulent.

After hearing Li Heng's words, Li Zhao fell into a long silence.

Huang Dashi was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time, and a bold idea came out of his mouth:

"Could it be that they come from another world a thousand years later?"

A thousand years later!

"Royal brother, they will not come back. It is impossible for them to come back." Li Heng had a premonition long ago.

Li Zhao sat on the wooden chair in a daze, feeling powerless for the first time in his life.

When he was trapped in the Eastern Palace, he felt unwilling; when his mother, Concubine Gao, committed suicide due to slander, he felt angry, but he never knew what it meant to be powerless.

Thousands of years have passed, spanning two worlds.

A deep feeling of powerlessness took over Li Zhao's whole body. His mind went blank and he had no idea how to react.

silence---

As the sky gradually brightened, Li Zhao sat on the bench all night long.

Huang Dashi's eyes were red from staying up all night. He was halfway through a yawn when he remembered that the emperor was still there, so he quickly closed his mouth.

Eunuch Zhou came in quietly from outside and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, it's time to go to court."

The young emperor's face was as gloomy as a deep pool. He raised his eyes, his brows deep and sharp. "Master Huang, no matter what method is used, I will go to the world a thousand years from now."

“Yes…Yes, sir.”

On the second day, Master Huang resigned. He wanted to go back to the frontier and rejoin his master. He looked through ancient books and asked his fellow disciples to help him find the secrets of Taoism.

Li Zhaoen allowed him to find the secret method within half a year.

Half a year later, Master Huang returned to the observatory with the secret method.

"To connect to the present world is to go against the will of heaven. Both the caster and those who enter the formation will be harmed. Your Majesty, Your Highness, do you wish to continue?"

This was a groundbreaking, heaven-defying Daoist technique, unprecedented and unparalleled, with unforeseeable consequences. In other words, Huang Dashi held the lives of two prominent nobles of the Taifeng Dynasty in his hands.

Li Zhao sat on the dragon throne, and Li Heng stood at the foot of the imperial steps.

Li Heng turned to look at Li Zhao: "Royal brother, I want to go see Xingyao."

Half a year later, Li Heng had not fully recovered from the injury. He often coughed and was weak and sickly, but his firm determination never changed.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Since Wen Yuan and Ji Xingyao can't come back, then they will go there.

Master Huang looked at the emperor and then at Prince Ruiping. He had rushed back to the capital from the frontier, exhausted. He had all kinds of advice in his mind, but before he had the chance to say it out loud, it was strangled in his stomach.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, this secret method is extremely inhumane. It requires the blood of a living person to refine the medicine."

"Take mine." Li Heng said.

Huang Dashi's eyes wandered as he explained the pros and cons to him: "Your Highness, taking the heart's blood is not a one-day job. It needs to be done daily, and it will cause irreversible damage to the body."

"Take mine!" Li Heng repeated in a louder voice.

Master Huang did not respond. He looked at the emperor nervously, waiting for the emperor's order.

I thought the emperor would not agree, but the next second, Li Zhao on the dragon throne said: "Take the blood of Prince Ruiping's heart."

Huh? Master Huang's eyes widened. Drawing blood from the heart wasn't just a one- or two-day process, but a protracted, endless torture with no end in sight.

He didn't know when he would succeed, so he couldn't set a deadline.

Maybe one day, maybe a month, maybe a year, maybe a lifetime!

The risk was so great that even Master Huang was afraid.

"Your Majesty, I am not proficient in magic and I am afraid of hurting the prince."

"It's alright, I grant you a pardon. Going to another world is the great cause of myself and King Ruiping. Taoist Huang must help us accomplish it!"

Huang Dashi bowed his head and kowtowed: "I will do my best."

Li Heng had been taking blood from his heart for three consecutive years and gradually became ill with a cold.

At first, the attacks occurred once a month, and then became more and more frequent.

Just when Mr. Huang was willing to lose his head rather than continue, the first time of crossing was successful.