The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path

Lin Shu felt that sooner or later Xiao Lingyang would become a great Ming emperor who would go down in history because of Ling Fengxiao's encouragement.

As for whether Xiao Lingyang will be happy because of this... It is open to discussion.

Lin Shu: "Then... you will recover after he ascends the throne."

"No." Ling Fengxiao whispered in his ear: "Pretending to be someone else's identity would be a breach of integrity. I don't want to behave like this."

There are too many people involved, Lin Shu intends to ignore him.

Zhaoye continued to move forward.

Lin Shu ignored Ling Fengxiao, and after a while, this person came to him on his own initiative.

"Baby."

Lin Shu: "Huh?"

"You talk a lot these days."

Lin Shu: "?"

He asked, "What?"

Ling Fengxiao said: "Didn't you find out?"

Lin Shu: "I didn't find out."

Ling Fengxiao said: "You've been asking me a lot these days. Such as 'Do you want to restore your male body', 'Do you want to return to the capital'."

Lin Shu thought for a while: "Yes."

Ling Fengxiao continued: "It seems that I talked a little more."

Lin Shu tugged at Zhao Ye's mane: "It seems so."

Ling Fengxiao: "Indeed."

Lin Shu recalled that the number of conversations he had with Ling Fengxiao was far more than that with other people, and it also exceeded the number of conversations with Ling Fengxiao in the past few days and even in the past few years.

As for the reason, he thought, probably because he gradually knew that he could have a normal conversation with Ling Fengxiao.

If he speaks, Ling Fengxiao will continue, if he asks a question, Ling Fengxiao will definitely answer.

Over time, I got used to it, and subconsciously felt that it was very safe to talk to Ling Fengxiao.You don't have to worry about the silence, and you don't have to think about whether what you say is inappropriate.

As he was thinking like this, he heard Ling Fengxiao ask: "Are you still a sword cultivator without emotion?"

Lin Shu pointed together and wiped out a sword intent.

Clear, cold, and lonely, like the snow on the top of the mountain, the cloud of the cold abyss.

Facing this sword intent, the whole person seemed to become a tiny speck of dust in the eternal clouds.

Lin Shu said: "Yes."

Ling Fengxiao: "I don't believe it."

Lin Shu: "You have to believe it."

Ling Fengxiao: "Let's believe it."

The gag stopped there, and Zhao Ye continued to rush south.

The gates of the city were tightly guarded by soldiers, and once the Phoenix Order was issued, it was unimpeded.

When I arrived at the palace, I saw the solemnity of the palace city, and the maids walking by the wall were cautious, not daring to show their air.

The emperor's residence was still there. Before entering the palace, he could smell the strong smell of medicine, mixed with the incense burned to neutralize the bitterness of the medicine.

Ling Fengxiao, who was traveling unimpeded all the way, was actually stopped by Tu Longwei when he arrived here.

"Your Highness, stay here," a black-clothed Tu Longwei said, "Your Majesty summoned His Highness the Crown Prince and ordered no one to enter."

Ling Fengxiao: "Father is awake?"

"Exactly." After all, Tu Longwei was Ling Fengxiao's subordinate for many years, and he didn't hide anything: "Your Majesty's pulse was cut off, but a quarter of an hour ago, he suddenly woke up and called His Royal Highness to enter."

"Just wake up." Ling Fengxiao relaxed a little: "I'll wait here, you can continue to watch over."

Tu Longwei said: "Yes."

Stepping back a little, Ling Fengxiao stood on the side of the palace gate.

"Father will definitely arrange it properly, maybe even draw up an imperial edict," Ling Fengxiao said: "In this way, Xiao Lingyang's ascension to the throne will be much smoother."

Lin Shu: "If he doesn't want to..."

Ling Fengxiao: "It is impossible for me to let him know that I am a man."

Ok.

If Xiao Lingyang knew that he was the only heir, no matter how unwilling he was, he would have to bite the bullet and sit on the throne.

But if he knew that his elder sister was not an elder sister but an elder brother, he would have to shirk with Xiao Shao. No one wanted to be emperor, leaving the courtiers and princes at a loss.

If the throne is vacant, you can still write a letter to the emperor. If the throne is vacant, the ministers will probably be stunned.

Lin Shufu slandered Ling Fengxiao and Xiao Lingyang, and turned his attention back to Ling Fengxiao.

Seeing him looking at the gate of the palace, there seemed to be melancholy in his eyes.

Xu Shi noticed Lin Shu's gaze, and Ling Fengxiao said calmly: "I have lived in Phoenix Mountain Villa since I was a child, and although I have only met him a few times, my father treated me very well."

Lin Shu: "...um."

He doesn't have a father, so he doesn't know what people with fathers think.

Although Ling Fengxiao and the emperor have only met a few times, they still have some affection, and they can be regarded as relatives.

But the life of a loved one is dying, after all, it is not a happy thing.

After about a quarter of an hour, the door of the hall opened wide, and Xiao Lingyang came out, but he didn't notice them. He held on to the pillar beside the door and took a few breaths.

His complexion was a little pale, and his steps were a little staggering. Lin Shu felt that he might be about to inherit the throne, and felt a little desperate.

Ling Fengxiao coughed.

Xiao Lingyang looked here like a frightened rabbit, and when he saw Ling Fengxiao, he lowered his eyes unnaturally: "Sister."

Ling Fengxiao walked over: "Is Father okay?"

"Father...it's okay," Xiao Lingyang said: "I was very energetic just now, but now I'm a bit out of control. I think it's a return to light..."

Ling Fengxiao gave him a cold look: "Speak carefully."

Xiao Lingyang didn't speak.

Lin Shu saw that his fingers were scraping the pillar one after another, and it was a very anxious movement.

Ling Fengxiao obviously also noticed: "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Lingyang shook his head, and slipped away as if fleeing, fast.

Lin Shu: "..."

Ling Fengxiao: "It's time to fight."

He went into the hall.

The emperor was lying on the bed with a pale face and heavy breathing.

Just now he didn't allow anyone to enter, now that Xiao Lingyang had left the palace, the ban was lifted, the maids came in one after another, and the queen also stood behind the screen, a graceful shadow.

This may be the difference in gender, Lin Shu thought.

Wearing women's clothes, Ling Fengxiao can have an appearance that is almost the same as that of the queen, but after all, she can only be a domineering and fierce young lady, and will not have such a dignified and plump demeanor.

Xiao Shao can go to the Demon Realm to become the throne at any time, and the queen only needs a shadow under the bead curtain behind the screen, which is the template of the mother world.

She just stood there, not moving, just watching.

The emperor opened his eyes, looked at Ling Fengxiao with cloudy eyes, coughed a few times, and his voice sounded like a blown bellows: "...Feng'er?"

Ling Fengxiao approached and knelt at the head of his bed: "Royal father."

The emperor tremblingly stretched out his rotten wood-like hand, as if he was gesturing the outline of Ling Fengxiao.

"You... are so old." The emperor said, "You look like Ah Jin... when you were young."

When the word "Ajin" was mentioned, the emperor stopped for a moment, looked around with difficulty, and then his whole expression became confused: "Ajin... Where is Ajin?"

Jin, Lin Shu had heard of this word before.Just three hours ago, the owner of the Phoenix Villa mentioned a person, "Jinmei". According to the context, this "Jin" must be the queen.

But the emperor murmured "A Jin", but the queen stood there all the time, neither moving nor stepping forward.The dark fragrance was flowing, and the white smoke flowed past her, lingering around for a while, and then gently dispersed.

Until Ling Fengxiao looked there, and said softly: "Mother?"

The queen slowly stepped out from behind the screen.

The texture of her clothes is like the haze of the western sky. As she walks, the tassels of the phoenix crown sway gently, and the colorful clothes drag the ground, like clouds in the sunset, or the flowing gold at the end of the phoenix's tail feathers.

But he couldn't see his expression clearly, as if separated by a layer of fog.

The emperor's eyes were fixed on her direction, revealing an expression of madness.

Ling Fengxiao stepped back.

Trembling, the emperor held the queen's hand.

Judging from his expression and tone of voice, he was already very unconscious.

The queen looked down at him, her expression seemed to be indifferent.

Such a situation, in any case, is not a scene that the younger generation can see.

Ling Fengxiao took Lin Shu out of the palace gate and gently closed it.

The moment he covered it, he heard a sentence.

"Ajin, I... I'm sorry—"

sorry?

Sorry for what?

The sound stopped abruptly.

After half an incense stick, the death bell at the back of the palace was suddenly struck nine times in a row.

Another commander sang and sighed.

"His Majesty is dead—"