Dust of hidden love

In the quiet and quiet forest, there are occasional autumn insects whispering, and the night wind is soaked in dew, rustling the branches and leaves.

Yan Yunlie picked up a few dead branches and threw them into the fire, and the warm flames burst into flames. Through the scorching fire, Yan Yunlie's eyes fell on the person opposite who was leaning against the tree trunk and taking a nap with his eyes closed.

He hadn't tasted the feeling of being rejected, but now he clearly realized that in this world, there are some things that he didn't think about or make up his mind to develop according to his own will.

This uncontrollable feeling was like the feeling that "Qin Lin" gave me at that time. I couldn't figure it out, couldn't grasp it, and didn't know what to do with the medicine.

And this deep sense of powerlessness and frustration made Yan Yunlie feel a little anxious.He wants to know how to make up for him so that he can forgive himself, and he wants to know how the medicine can make him not so strange... He and he have had two children, but they are strangers.

Yan Yunlie spent the night of recuperation and rest in anxiety and hesitation.

He felt his mind was in a mess.His heart was also confused, he only wanted to find the answer to the question, the desire that seemed to burst out of his chest, made him forget the serious situation at the moment, and also forget that they were still in danger, he just kept asking questions in his heart , so that in the end it evolved into a cry full of all thoughts and flowing through every blood.

Ling Qing, why are you willing to forgive me?

Ling Qing, what should I do to relieve you of the burden?

Just as this shout was about to control the rush, the person leaning against the tree on the opposite side opened his eyes slightly, and then suddenly showed a vigilant expression.

It wasn't that he was alert to him, but that there were some unusual movements around him.

At this time, the east side is slightly white, and the woods that have accumulated moisture all night are filled with a layer of white mist, making it look a bit vague even a little distance away.The dead branches had already been burned away, leaving only the curling green smoke slowly drifting away. Yan Yunlie saw Ling Qing get up, as if he was going to disappear into the fog after taking two steps, he was nervous and hurriedly chased after him.

Ling Qing only followed the voice to find it, as if he didn't mind Yan Yunlie following, but this attitude of ignoring it made Yan Yunlie more uncomfortable than the ignorance of pretending to have lost his memory a few days ago.

Those voices came from the foot of the hill near the edge of the woods.There was the only way up the mountain again, separated by the bushes in the forest, the two found that Zhao Shuo's men were burying something in the rocks and earth pits beside the mountain road.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Dongli Muyun has already brought his troops to this side!" The supervisor-looking person urged.

As soon as Ling Qing heard this, he was about to rush out with his sword, but was grabbed by Yan Yunlie. Turning around, Yan Yunlie pursed his lips with a serious expression, "See what those are."

So Ling Qing turned around to look carefully at the things they were moving, and couldn't help but be surprised, this is... Thunderbolt? !

Surrounded by... and beside the only road up the mountain, just now I heard that person said that Dongli Muyun and his people will arrive soon... Could it be possible?

"No. I'm going to stop them!"

Yan Yunlie grabbed his arm and refused to let go, "Even if I can count against ten, but if someone ignites those, do you think there is a possibility for the two of us to escape?"

"Then we can't watch Brother Dongli and the others die!" Ling Qing said angrily.

Yan Yunlie pondered for a moment, "Even if you know that the grade on your body may be from him, you still want to save him?"

Ling Qing froze suddenly, and Yan Yunlie woke him up with a single word.If it wasn't for Jidi, Yan Yunlie wouldn't pretend to seek refuge with Huo Xian just because of this, if it wasn't for Jidi, maybe he is living peacefully with his first child in Wanyue Villa at this moment, if not...

He only wanted to find out the reason why Dongli Muyun had bewitched him, but he hadn't thought about the reality he would face after he was almost there, nor had he thought about what he should do with the medicine after he learned the truth?

Kill Dongli Muyun to avenge the child? !This thought flashed through his mind, but it was so terrifying that Ling Qing couldn't help trembling. Although Dongli Muyun had no blood relationship with him, he already regarded him as his elder brother.In his eyes, Dongli is calm and self-possessed, he is the big brother he admires...

"Big brother Dongli is always my big brother Dongli..." Ling Qing clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and said softly, "It's between me and big brother Dongli. I'm still looking at Yan." The leader must not interfere, child... I have already returned a Siqin to the leader..."

Hearing this, Yan Yunlie slowly let go of his hand.

When he learned the truth about the child's death, he had tasted the remorse of wanting to stab himself a few times, that kind of heart-wrenching remorse, which was more tormenting than any punishment in the world, worse than any poison in the world. Also deadly.But now, he experienced it deeply again.

The harm he caused to him is now returned to him intact.

In his eyes, the child is just a debt, and in his eyes, he is just a creditor who forced him to humiliate him, and used that cruel method to take away all his self-esteem.

And who owes this debt to whom?He is also blurred now.

"Ling Qing, is it really impossible for us?"

"No……"

From a few rows of bushes, I heard those who planted the thunder leaving one after another. In the distance, there were waves of horseshoes galloping like the sound of drums, and they were getting closer.

Looking at each other silently, the breath circulated.

"Then how... can you let go?" Yan Yunlie asked.

Ling Qing didn't answer immediately, looking into Yan Yunlie's eyes, those obsidian-like pupils suddenly tightened, and then slightly slackened, as if he was absent-minded for a moment, his sight seemed to penetrate Yan Yunlie's body, and he didn't know where he fell. where.

"It's impossible to let go, even Dementor can't make me forget..." Eyelashes narrowed slightly, "Unless, Master Yan dies..." Ling Qing said in a nasty voice, as if expressing his heart.

Yan Yunlie only felt that his three souls and seven souls seemed to be taken out of his body at once, his chest was empty, he couldn't hear the beating of his heart, and he couldn't hear the sound of blood rushing, and he wanted to be thrown into nothingness, All perception is gone.

is it?

Can you let go as long as you die?

Yan Yunlie closed his eyes, swallowing the blood surging up in his throat.

As long as I die... everything will be over?

It turned out that it was as simple as that.

Why can't I just figure it out?

He wanted to look up to the sky and laugh out loud three times, but he couldn't.

The sound of horseshoes in the distance was getting closer and closer, Yan Yunlie's eyes fell on Ling Qing's face, and he looked carefully from the eyebrows to the lips and cheeks.

This is the "Qin Lin" he loves so much, and the "Ling Qing" he personally hurt.

Ling Qing came back to his senses, a little surprised that he said such a thing, but he couldn't allow him to think too much at the moment, what he had to do now was to stop Dongli Muyun and the others, and when he was about to turn around, he didn't want to see Yan Yun in front of him. Lie waved his hand, and there was a sudden gust of palm wind. Although Ling Qing blocked it, he also staggered two steps back.

The dust and sand blown up by the wind of the palm fascinated his eyes, he didn't know what Yan Yunlie was going to do, his sight was blurred, and he heard the sound of tree trunks snapping.

"Yan Yunlie, what are you going to do?" Ling Qing covered his lips and nose with one hand, and swept away the flying dust in front of him with his other hand. The sound of tree trunks breaking one after another was accompanied by the clamor of Zhao Shuo's people over there.

"What happened?"

"who?!"

"Tree—the tree fell!"

The huge tree trunks snapped off in the middle, and they all fell to the middle, forming a barrier between the two of them.

"Yan Yunlie you?!"

Yan Yunlie raised his hand and raised his sleeves, and several branches on the left and right sides were cut off by the palm wind, one after another, slowly moving down, separating the two people's sights little by little.

Yan Yunlie felt that his state of mind was unprecedentedly peaceful, and he had never felt so relaxed for a long time.

Who said that he didn't have heavy shackles on him, from the moment he knew that the person who wanted his life all the time was the person he yearned for day and night, from the moment he knew that the child died indirectly by his own hands, from the moment he used Ling Qing as a way to vent his anger... The object of love... He also bears a heavy burden for it, and when everything is understood, the condemnation of the mistakes he has made makes him so terrified that he can't sleep or eat.

Now, everything can be over, whether it is love or hate, everything will be wiped out.

Pictures of the past flashed before my eyes one by one, the fireflies under the archway on a moonlit night, the uncontrollable kiss under Shijun Mountain, the grievances in Xujia Village, and the endless entanglement between life and death.

Yan Yunlie felt that something had slipped down his cheek, and he raised his hand to wipe it off. His fingertips were wet and cold, crystal clear...

He couldn't help laughing, Ling Qing, did you see it?The tears I shed for you, this seat can also... this seat can also feel your mood, your pain, your sadness...

The last tree fell down suddenly, Yan Yunlie looked away from the messy trunks, and turned around slowly.

Flying dust, shattered leaves, Yan Yunlie's deep voice came through the barrier.

"From now on, you will still be the moon-wanting sword Lingqing, and I will still be the leader of the Tianjue Sect, Yan Yunlie. We will never see each other again in this life..."

The last few words were submerged in the strife of swords and fierce howls, and the smell of blood soon permeated. Just when Ling Qing was about to cross the barrier with light work, there was a deafening bang and a fire dragon rushed forward Going up to the sky, burning the front of Ling Qing into a sea of ​​flames, accompanied by rumbling thunderstorms and loud noises.

"Yan Yunlie!!"

How could this be?

Ling Qing's first reaction was to rush into the flames, but was stopped by Dongli Muyun who rushed over.

"Ling Qing, it's too dangerous, don't go in!" Dongli Muyun jumped up from the horse, went behind him and grabbed him.

"But..." Ling Qing looked at Dongli Muyun, and then looked back at the raging sea of ​​flames.

The scorching air wave rolled up thick smoke, residual leaves, and pieces of cloth and flew into the sky. The flames were so arrogant that they almost licked his face. The fiery temperature ate his heart and lungs.Ling Qing stood there in a daze, not even recovering from Dongli Muyun dragging him away, her eyes were fixed on the sea of ​​flames, and the flames flickered in her clear eyes.

Is it because of what I said?

Is it because he said that only when Yan Yunlie dies can he let go of everything?

but……

He didn't expect Yan Yunlie would really do this.

It was too fast, all of this happened too fast, there was not even room for him to catch his breath...

Yan Yunlie cut him off like this, facing Zhao Shuo's subordinates alone, who did not know who ignited the Thunderbolt, such a number...

Then Ling Qing realized that that person was in that sea of ​​flames, in a place full of thunder, maybe already...

He couldn't help covering his mouth with his hand, and shook his head desperately.

He won't just die like this, his martial arts are so good... martial arts are so good...

pat!

Something cold fell on the face, shattered and scattered, extinguishing the scorching heat.Pat, clack, and more fell.

Ling Qing raised his head and stretched out his hand, only to find that there were bean-sized raindrops falling from the sky, and the sky was filled with dark clouds. After a while, a heavy downpour poured down, stopping the fire.

It had been raining for a long time, and everyone was drenched from head to toe. Ling Qing stood there, watching the black scorched land gradually revealed as the fire receded, the messy stone pits on the ground, and several scorched logs slanted horizontally and vertically. Inserting it there, I just feel a heart-piercing coldness.

"Yan Yunlie..."

He couldn't believe that the man died just like that.

Just as he was about to move forward, there was a booming sound above his head, and his feet trembled slightly.The power of the thunder and the erosion of the rain, the rocks rushed down the mountain with mud.

Dongli Muyun hurriedly signaled everyone to retreat, but Ling Qing was still standing there in a daze, stepped forward and pulled him to turn around and run away, not wanting to slip his hand, Ling Qing broke away.

"Ling Qing?"

The rocks were rolling, and the mud flow was like a beast out of the cage, blocking the line of sight, and the last thing I saw was the back of Ling Qing who was jumping towards the scorched earth regardless.

The rain seems to be pouring out the water in Tianchi.

Splashing, washing, destroying this evil, scattering this massacre.

The goal is a hell-like scene... scorched black soil, mutilated limbs, strong and disgusting smell of blood, devastated everywhere, showing death and destruction.

"Yan Yunlie——"

Ling Qing shouted loudly, the rain blurred his vision, even though he saw such a scene, he still didn't want to believe it.

If Yan Yunlie is really dead...

He didn't dare to think that he was possessed by a demon at that time, or he once thought that, as long as Yan Yunlie died, he would be free, as long as there was no such person as Yan Yunlie in this world, he would be able to let go of everything ...then blurted out.

But when he really realized that Yan Yunlie would die, he realized that it was just his own escape. Because he couldn't let go, he blamed the other party. Because he couldn't forget it no matter what, he tried to hope that the other party would disappear. Bring your own Nirvana.

But Ling Qing is Ling Qing after all, and those things that happened will not dissipate because Yan Yunlie is no longer in this world.

He can't forget, can't let go... can't forget, can't let go no matter what!

"Yan Yunlie!" Ling Qing shouted hopelessly in the rain.

With such a big fire and such powerful gunpowder, even the god Da Luo couldn't protect his golden body, let alone he is just an ordinary person...

"From now on, you will still be the moon-wanting sword Lingqing, and I will still be the leader of the Tianjue Sect, Yan Yunlie. We will never see each other again in this life..."

Heaven and earth are separated forever... We will never meet again in this life...

I will never meet again in this life...

"Yan Yunlie..."

Ling Qing opened his mouth wide, but couldn't make a sound.

The rain flowed down the cheeks and flowed into the mouth, it was bitter, until it hit the heart, and then bursts of inexplicable emotions surged in the chest.

I don't want him to die... In fact, I don't want him to die at all!

"Yanyun... Lie..."

The stone pile in the distance was shaken away by the strong internal force with a bang, Ling Qing looked up and was indeed stunned.

The man stood in tattered clothes among the rocks, his hair was loose, and bright red liquid was winding on his face and arms. No matter how heavy the rain poured down, he couldn't wash it away, as if he had just crawled out of Shura's hell.

Ling Qing opened his mouth, unable to believe it.

"Yan Yunlie... Yan Yunlie!"

Ling Qing stepped forward, but the man seemed to be in a state of chaos, his eyes were red, and the dark red liquid flowed from the wound on his forehead, ran down his cheeks, mixed with the rain, and fell drop by drop. Terrified, he just panted heavily and didn't say anything.

"Yan..."

Ling Qing hesitated to take the medicine and stretched out his hand, not wanting the other party to lower his head and meet his eyes, as if struck by lightning.

It was a sense of oppression that made him feel a little scared. The man in front of him just looked at him without saying anything, his blood-red eyes were like ghosts, and Ling Qing's half-stretched hand froze in mid-air. He could feel the unquenchable murderous aura on the other side despite the tragic fights that took place on Jiaotudi.

"Did you...have you...uh—"

The half-stretched hand was grabbed, and the whole body was dragged in front of him by a brute force, and the low cries under surprise were fiercely and domineeringly sealed between each other's lips.

The man seems to have turned into a wild beast, violent and unrestrained. After experiencing a hellish collapse, he can't distinguish between reality and illusion, and he doesn't even know whether he is alive or dead at the moment, only the primitive instinct and desire.He wanted this person in front of him, wanted to press him down, go in hard, hear him cry, hear him beg for mercy.

Then, he did just that.

"Yan... Yunlie, what are you doing..."

The mouth was blocked, and the teeth were opened arbitrarily. The other party's tongue came in. Regardless of his refusal, he searched in his mouth, and soon found his shrinking softness, curled up, and the two men's fluids were mixed together. .

The breath on the other party knocked on the familiarity of a certain part of his memory, but the feeling of strangeness and danger emanating at this moment made him tremble unconsciously.Ling Qing turned his head away, and a thin thread was drawn between the parted lips and tongue. Before the thin thread was torn off, Yan Yunlie stretched out his hand to hold the back of his head, and the two kissed together again.

Everything in the world was in chaos, blood and rain mixed and dripped on Ling Qing's face.The clothes on his body were torn off, and the bare skin was immediately ignited by his touch as soon as it was cold.

There was no gentleness in Yan Yunlie's movements. He rubbed his hands around his body, and his arms bound him so painfully, as if he was about to tear him apart and melt into his body.

Such a strong feeling of being needed and desired, as if all the prosperity had faded away, so naked and primitive.

he is alive

Ling Qing was moved in his heart, and stretched out his arms to hug the still moving, breathing, and bleeding body in front of him.

He is still alive... It seems that Yan Yunlie is not dead...

Great……

It's so good!

It was a sincere sigh from the heart. Only after experiencing the eternal separation of life and death did he understand his true intentions. If Yan Yunlie died, he would not let go of everything because of it. He would be sad, desperate, and even feel The sky and the earth lost their color.

"Ling Qing..."

The man's hoarse voice fell to his ears, and the redness in his eyes had not yet faded, but his movements slowed down, as if he was waiting for his approval.

There are still rocks rolling down beside him, and there may be another landslide at any time, but Ling Qing has no time to think about it. He took the initiative to lean up and bite the man's lips, tightened the arms holding him, and told him with actions, He yearns for the reality in front of him more than he does.

As a result, even the pouring rain couldn't extinguish the ignited fire of love.

Ling Qing felt that she was pressed against the rock wall, torn apart, opened, and deeply penetrated.

The pouring rain didn't mean to stop, and the back was painful from rubbing against the rough rock wall, and what hurt even more was the place that was forcibly opened and penetrated.

The heat of the other party that can burn people spreads to the limbs and bones along the place deep in the body.The rainwater and the blood from Yan Yunlie's body poured into his mouth, salty, bitter, astringent, like a drug, which took away his resistance.

The man's low panting, powerful arms, and the unbearable violent pumping made Ling Qing's eyes and mind go blank.

It can only be described as madness. In the heavy rain, at the foot of the mountain where rocks are rolling down at any time, in the place robbed of blood and killing, using this primitive way to seek proof of one's own existence.It was as if there were only the two of them left in the world.

"Ling Qing... Ling Qing..."

"Yan Yunlie..."

Kissing each other, calling each other's name, one by one, and finally branded into each other's hearts.

It was already a day later when Dongli Muyun led people to dig up rocks and mud to find Ling Qing.

Yan Yunlie was sitting on the floor with the rock wall open, his eyes closed, his clothes were casually draped, and half of his chest was exposed. Ling Qing was lying beside him, with his head resting on Yan Yunlie's leg, as if he was in a deep sleep .He was covered with his own clothes, curled up, his eyes were red, the clothes only covered his knees, and his feet and calves were exposed outside.

Hearing the human voice, Yan Yunlie slowly opened his eyes, with a somewhat lazy posture, and saw that the person who came was Dongli Muyun, and the corner of his mouth slightly twitched.

Dongli Muyun held the rein tightly, "What did you do to Ling Qing?"

Yan Yunlie did not make a sound, he hugged Ling Qing horizontally until he was in front of Dongli Muyun's horse, and glanced at King Anyang behind Dongli Muyun, "You have already got what you want, so don't make things difficult Ling Qing, he has always regarded you as a big brother..."

A sentence with an unclear meaning, few people present could understand it, and those who understood it were all calm.

Dongli Muyun picked up Ling Qing, who was still in a coma, and Ling Qing leaned against his arms, the cloak on his body slipped a little, only then did Dongli Muyun realize that he was not wearing anything underneath, with bruises all over his shoulders and neck , extending to the invisible place covered by the cloak.

Looking up, he saw that Yan Yunlie had already walked out alone, Dongli Muyun's handsome face showed a bit of sullenness, he gritted his teeth, shook the reins, and led people down the mountain road.

The sound of horseshoes gradually faded away behind him, Yan Yunlie suddenly staggered, he hurriedly supported a big tree beside him, and when he lowered his head, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

When Ling Qing woke up, she found herself in a hotel in Dongli's house. She had changed into clean clothes, but the traces of love were still there, so she couldn't hide it from Dongli Muyun.

What happened to Mount Wuhuan was told later by his servants who served him. When Dongli Muyun led people to the mountain, the people on both sides lost a lot. The prince of King Chengduan, King Anyang couldn't do anything to him. Knowing that everyone would not let him go easily, he also jumped off the cliff when no one was paying attention, and a generation of upright martial kings fell.

He lived in Biezhuang for about ten days, Dongli Muyun only came to see him.

No longer dressed in the past, Dongli Muyun changed the arrow-sleeved shirt, and changed into a crimson brocade brocade gown with a gold silk longitudinal sash around the waist, and a purple gold crown with eight treasures and pearls on the head. Chivalrous, a little more rich and noble like the children of the royal family.

Dongli Muyun came in with a bowl of soup and medicine in his hand, Ling Qing put down the book he was reading with a slight smile, "Just let the servants do the medicine delivery, you are the king of Eastern Zhou now, How dare I ask you to bring me tea and medicine?"

Dongli Muyun laughed but did not make a sound, walked to Ling Qing's couch with the medicine bowl in his hand, and then said, "Isn't the king of Dongzhou your elder brother Dongli?"

Ling Qing smiled and reached out to pick up the bowl of medicine. Dongli Muyun's eyes fell on Ling Qing's fingers, and he was taken aback for a moment. Just when Ling Qing's fingers were about to touch the bowl, Dongli Muyun had already let go. hands, the medicine bowl slipped from between the two of them, fell to the ground and shattered, and the medicine juice spilled all over the floor.It looked like an accident caused by two people missing at the same time.

"Has it splashed on you?" Ling Qing hurriedly asked.

Dongli Muyun shook his head, "It's good that you're not burnt." After answering the irrelevant question, she squatted down to pick up the pieces of the bowl, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if meditating.

"Brother Dongli..." Ling Qing called softly.

Dongli Muyun's hands stopped for a while, and Ling Qing asked, "Is that the antidote for Jidi just now?"

Previously, Ling Qing and Ruan Suxue, who was far away in the capital, had written through a letter. In Ruan Suxue's disaster letter, he mentioned the feast of the officials at the Anyang Palace. As a result, most of them vomited and diarrhea after returning home.

So the matter is already very clear, in this world besides Huo Xian, the King of Anyang also knows how to solve the problem, and Dongli Muyun's instigation to herself is probably instigated by the King of Anyang...or coerced.

Dongli Muyun didn't admit it or deny it, and still picked up the fragments on the ground in a leisurely manner. When he picked up the last piece, Dongli Muyun raised his head slightly, "In this matter... it's the eldest brother who is right. I can't stand you..."

Ling Qing leaned slightly, "Why...you want to defend him like this?"

Seeing that Dongli and Muyun were still bowing their heads, Ling Qing grabbed the quilt under her body tightly, "That year, we accidentally injured a person from the Tianjue Sect in Chenshan, and we have not been able to find out who gave us false news...Actually The person who gave the false news is King Anyang, right?"

"I was hit by Jidi, and it is said in the world that only Huo Xian knows how to untie Gu, but you don't stop me from killing Huo Xian, because you know that Huo Xian is not the only one who knows how to untie Gu in this world, that's for you." Jidi and the person who restrained Jidi's medicine also knew it, and that person was King Anyang.

"That day at Huo Xian's mansion, I tortured and killed Huo Xian, and Huo Xian crawled to the door desperately. In that case, it was useless to run away. In fact, Huo Xian knew it himself, but he still crawled to the door desperately because of Anyang Wang stood at the door. He was not trying to escape, but was asking Anyang King for help.

"As for the martial arts tournament at Mount Wuhuan, it is true that King Chengduan forced me to hand over the mechanism map of Emperor Yan's Mausoleum..."

Connecting all the previous questions together, it turns out that Huo Xian is actually just a pawn, Dongli Muyun is, so is he, or the entire martial arts alliance is just a pawn on the chessboard, and he is manipulating this chess piece behind his back. The person on the chessboard is King Anyang!

"He spread the news from the palace in the open, and helped people in the Jianghu assassinate courtiers, but in the dark, he was the one who ordered Huo Xian behind his back. On the surface, he didn't seem to care about the affairs of the court, but once someone was about to move about the throne, he would absolutely I won't sit idly by... In fact, the King of Anyang has been coveting this country, peeping at the throne of the emperor...Brother, no matter what the reason was at the beginning, the status of my body is now gone, so don't associate with that kind of person anymore... ..."

Dongli Muyun didn't make a sound, and slowly got up holding the fragments of the bowl in his hand, then his eyes fell on Ling Qing's face, there was an inexplicable and unexplainable complexity in his eyes, Ling Qing thought that Dongli Muyun would What to say, but no, he took his eyes back, then turned and walked towards the door.

"Brother Dongli!" Ling Qing called out to him.

Dongli Muyun clasped the door frame with his hands, stopped, but did not turn around, the hand holding the broken medicine bowl was unconsciously clenched, the broken porcelain pierced into the palm, and blood flowed.

"I always remember that sentence you said, whether you are the leader of the martial arts or the king of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, you are my big brother Dongli..."

Dongli Muyun's tightly clenched palms loosened a little, and the hand holding the door frame trembled, "You have a good rest..." After saying these few words, she stepped out of the door without looking back.

On the corridor, King Anyang leaned on a pillar and looked at Ling Qing's room. Dongli Muyun came out of Ling Qing's room with his brows frowned. King Anyang watched his back as he walked slowly along the corridor, opened his hand The folding fan shook slowly.

Three days later, the emperor passed away, and the whole country mourned, and a chaos also quietly opened the curtain.