Young Emperor, he doesn't want to be reborn

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Feng Yanzhou hugged Chu Huaijin with his eyes closed, and sat on the ground of Ruiyang Palace all night.

Until the scorching sun rose high, he looked out of the window and thought dumbly: It's already time, why hasn't the person in his arms woke up yet?

I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to the morning court today.

After a while, Feng Yanzhou finally realized: his Sophora Flower Immortal took the medicine last night, so he would naturally sleep a little longer, not to mention today, it is normal that he would not be able to wake up tomorrow.

only……

Feng Yanzhou hugged the person in his arms tighter, but in this scorching summer, he still couldn't warm up the person's cold body no matter what.

Feng Yanzhou turned his head to the surroundings, frowned at the group of palace people who had kneeled all over the ground at some point, and said: "Your Majesty is always weak and can't stand the cold, why don't you hurry up and get some more clothes for His Majesty? "

However, those maids and eunuchs who obeyed him in the past, for some reason today, none of them moved, and they all continued to bow their heads and kneel as if they had not heard his words. The palace maid Yuchan beside her was turning her head to look at several imperial physicians who were also kneeling on the ground.

Imperial physician?

What is the imperial physician doing in Ruiyang Palace?

Feng Yanzhou thought dully for a long time before he vaguely remembered that last night, he seemed to have called the imperial physician.

But why did he ask the imperial doctor to come over?

His Sophora Flower Fairy clearly seeks——

"Jiang Yuan" came to save him!

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However, he, Feng Jiangyuan, couldn't save the Sophora Immortal.

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Feng Yanzhou looked down at the already cold and stiff corpse in his arms. At that moment, he seemed to wake up suddenly from a dream, or fell into a nightmare from which he would never wake up again.

How could it be dead?

How could his pagoda flower fairy die? !

That wine should not be poisonous!

If he knew that the wine was really poisonous, how could he, how could he watch Chu Huaijin raise his glass three times and then drank the poisoned wine in one gulp? !

Feng Yanzhou wanted to call the guards in and take everyone in Ruiyang Palace down for strict interrogation, but his chest was full of energy and blood, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he spat out blood.

Most of those scarlet spots were splashed, and Chu Huaijin's face, which had been wiped off with blood, was more or less the same as when he was bleeding from all orifices and dying.

Feng Yanzhou was usually the person who paid the most attention to cleanliness and manners, but now he used his sleeve in a panic to wipe the blood on the face of the man in his arms.

However, no matter how much he rubbed it, his Sophora japonica flower fairy didn't seem to be as fair as when he could cry and laugh in the past.

It's like, it's like... It's about to give birth to a purple-red corpse spot.

Feng Yanzhou desperately suppressed the blood that was about to vomit, and loudly issued instructions to the guards guarding outside Ruiyang Palace.

But it wasn't the interrogation he wanted at the beginning, but, "Bring ice! Bring the treasury, my house... all the ice in Beijing!"

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Feng Yanzhou was already the king regent who covered the sky with one hand, and now the young emperor who symbolized the Chu family was also dead. After the enthronement ceremony, he was the rightful master of the world.

What the emperor of the new dynasty wants to investigate, no matter how twists and turns, it can be found out clearly.

It's just that he never expected that it would be his Sophora Flower Immortal who added the highly poisonous medicine to the jug.

Even though Yuchan acted cautiously, Chu Huaijin might have seen the clues before, so he divided the poison in his hand into two parts, one was hidden under the bed, and the other was always carried with him.

And what he added to the flagon was naturally the latter portion.

Listening to the report from the head of the personal guard Wei Hong, Feng Yanzhou thought dazedly: Since his Sophora Immortal had already seen the difference in the people around him, why did he tell Yuchan about the poisoned wine plan?

unless……

Unless, at the end, his Sophora Flower Immortal couldn't bear it and took him to die together.

The moment Feng Yanzhou was trying to figure it out, there was a moment of joy and sweetness at first, but in an instant, it was as if thousands of knives and axes were chopped into his heart at the same time, smashing his heart into a puddle of mud, Split all his internal organs.

Feng Yanzhou coughed dryly, and then began to vomit blood.

He opened Wei Hong's hand that was reaching out to support him, staggered up and walked towards Ruiyang Palace.

It was no longer the palace where the emperor of this dynasty lived, but had been converted into an ice cellar, in which there were regularly replaced cold ice and a transparent ice coffin.

Feng Yanzhou would go to watch the person in the coffin made of ice and watch him quietly every day, until his body couldn't stand the severe cold in the ice cellar until he came out.

But today, when he walked to the gate of Ruiyang Palace, he suddenly didn't dare to go in like before.

He wanted to ask his Sophora Flower Fairy, since he couldn't bear to take him on the road, why did he have the heart to leave him and go to Huangquan alone? !

But even if the dead person can no longer answer, in the heart of Feng Yanzhou who is still alive, he understands.

That's just because the puppet imprisoned in the highest cage has a heart that was once burning with sincerity, but he has never felt a moment's warmth from his master holding the thread.

So, when that heart burnt out, it turned into a barren ashes.

Feng Yanzhou lingered outside Ruiyang Palace for a long time before mustering up the courage to step in.

He looked at Chu Huaijin's face in the ice coffin as if he had just passed away, and asked in a murmur, something he hadn't dared to think about in the past few months: "If I had been involved in those things back then, I wouldn't have thought about it." If we made different decisions, will there be a different ending between you and me?"

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On this day, after Feng Yanzhou walked out of Ruiyang Palace, he finally ordered the construction of an imperial mausoleum for the former emperor who died prematurely before he was full, and put this flesh-and-blood but soulless corpse in the ground for peace.

However, the founding emperor of the new dynasty began to be obsessed with seeking immortals and spirits from this day on.

But it's not for immortality, but for the more illusory strategy of summoning souls.

But even though he tried thousands of methods and almost invited all the so-called masters in the world, in countless long nights, all he could see was the Sophora japonica fallen in his arms, Looking at his direction blankly with eyes that are no longer clear, begging him with the last bit of strength: "Jiang Yuan, save me."

But no matter how many times Feng Yanzhou tried, he still couldn't save his Sophora Immortal.

Even in his dream, he could only watch Chu Huaijin close his eyes in his arms again and again, feeling that body gradually becoming cold and stiff.

In just two years, Feng Yanzhou seemed to have aged ten years, but he still refused to give up, wanting to bring his Sophora japonica back to the world again.

Finally, it was in the sixth year of the founding of the new dynasty that the real eminent monks entered Beijing.

At that time, Feng Yanzhou was no more than forty-five, and he looked even older than the octogenarian monk Wan Shen.

Master Wan Can carefully looked at Feng Yanzhou, "If Your Majesty has been depressed, I'm afraid time is running out...then this world will be plunged into flames of war again."

Feng Yanzhou chuckled lightly, but he didn't care about it, "Since I have no shame for these thousands of miles of land and people, why should I care about whether there is still He Qinghaiyan behind me?"

"Amitabha." The holy monk sighed, "but the poor monk wants to protect the common people. The poor monk has a method. Although he can't summon the soul, he can make what happened in the past twenty years repeat..."

Master Wan Can looked at Feng Yanzhou with ecstasy on his face, and continued: "It's not just Your Majesty, all those who have a destiny in this world will remember what happened today. If Your Majesty agrees to the poor monk, the dynasty will be established for a lifetime." In the prosperous age, to keep this mountain and river safe for a hundred years, the poor monk is willing to practice hard for ten generations in exchange for the opportunity for His Majesty to fulfill his wish."

Feng Yanzhou was about to kneel down in front of the holy monk, but he was stopped by the other party, "If your majesty can keep the promise, that's enough."

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So, on that day, after more than 2000 days and nights, Feng Yanzhou finally had a new dream.

In that dream, his Sophora japonica was still a young boy, sitting on a branch of a pagoda tree full of white flowers, waving at him with a smile, and shouting loudly: "Jiang Yuan..."

The sound of the shattered jade was still in my ears, but I wished that this piece of beautiful jade, which had been glued together with the blood of his heart, could make a different sound.