The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

Like Shangguan Wan'er, Yang Yuhuan is suspected of Lily.

She hated Jiang Ming for taking his younger sister Gongsunli away. She originally wanted to make things difficult for Jiang Ming, but subconsciously wanted to say no.

Finally, I saw the woman in Jiang Ming's arms. Isn't this Empress Wu Zetian?

"Quick, put her on the bed!"

Yang Yuhuan's attitude changed 180 degrees.

If the injured person is Wu Zetian, then he can't be skinned.

This is the backbone of the country and cannot be provoked.

Jiang Ming put Wu Zetian on the bed, and after Yang Yuhuan checked, Xiumei frowned: "How could you suffer such a serious injury?"

According to her examination, Wu Zetian's soul was riddled with holes, all supported by her advanced cultivation base. If she were an ordinary person, she would have died dozens of times.

Shangguan Wan'er urged: "Miss Yang, don't ask the reason, and treat the queen quickly."

"it is good."

Yang Yuhuan nodded lightly, plucked the strings with jade hands, and the beautiful music came out.

When they heard the music for the first time, their eyes were fascinated.

The consciousness seems to be immersed in the legendary heaven, lazily unwilling to wake up.

I don't know how long it took until Yang Yuhuan hooked the strings with his index finger.

With a bang, the wonderful hallucination disappeared instantly, and several people woke up like a dream.

"This is Yang Yuhuan's big move - Song of Everlasting Regret."

Jiang Ming was slightly surprised.

Sure enough, it was the panacea to heal the soul. Even though he was not the target of Yang Yuhuan's spell, he still felt an indescribable comfort.

If this woman is dealt with, and he listens to her playing a song every day, Jiang Ming feels that he will live a life like a fairy.

"How is the queen?" Shangguan Wan'er woke up from the music and asked eagerly.

"Her injury is serious, and a Song of Everlasting Regret is not enough to heal her. Let her stay here, and she will wake up within three days."

Yang Yuhuan put down the instrument, a faint blush appeared on his face at some point, and even his breathing was a little short.

It can be seen that performing the Song of Everlasting Regret is a very labor-intensive thing, far from being as simple and casual as moving your fingers on the surface.

Jiang Ming's dream of singing one song a day was shattered.

Chapter 189: My cheat is your ancestor

The next day, Accord on the second floor of Le Art Square.

After receiving Yang Yuhuan's Song of Everlasting Sorrow for the second time, Wu Zetian woke up.

Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was Shangguan Wan'er's face crying with joy: "Your Majesty, you finally woke up, but you scared Wan'er to death."

"Wan'er, don't cry, I'm still alive."

Wu Zetian pulled a weak smile from the corner of his mouth.

After being seized, she lost control of her body, her soul was also imprisoned, and she lost contact with the outside world.

He could only watch helplessly as he was consumed by Di Jun's remnant soul, unable to resist.

That was the most helpless time in her life, even more desperate than being a puppet under Jiang Ziya's hands.

"Where's Di Jun? Why would he let me out?" Wu Zetian asked.

It's very unreasonable for Di Jun to kill her soul and occupy the body of the half-step king, but he ran out for her.

Shangguan Wan'er said: "It's not that Di Jun let you out, it's because he's dead, completely out of his wits."

"Di Jun is dead?" Wu Zetian was taken aback, "Who eliminated him?"

Emperor Jun occupied Wu Zetian's body, and his strength was infinitely approaching that of the king. Wu Zetian really couldn't imagine who could kill him.

"You are very familiar with this person." Shangguan Wan'er said lightly, "It's Jiang Ming."

"Jiang Ming, he's back."

Wu Zetian murmured, when she heard that it was Jiang Ming, she calmed down instead.

Jiang Ming is very strong, she knows it.

As early as when Jiang Ming beheaded Cao Cao, Wu Zetian learned through spies that his real combat power was at the second level of Xingyao.

But now, several months have passed, Jiang Ming has grown from Xingyao Er to the king, which is not unacceptable.

After all, he is cheating, Wu Zetian has already seen through.

Wu Zetian took a deep breath, relaxed her body and lay down on the bed: "Wan'er, go and call Jiang Ming, I have something to tell him."

"Yes." Shangguan Wan'er replied, turned and walked out of the room.

There is also a bland woman holding a musical instrument in the room.

Wu Zetian looked at Yang Yuhuan with a kind smile on his face: "You healed my wound?"

After Di Jun's death, she regained control of her body, but the injury was too severe, and her state was no different from a coma.

In deep sleep, she heard the beautiful music, and her spirit slowly recovered as if soaking in a healing hot spring.

"Little girl Yang Yuhuan, it's an honor to heal the queen." Yang Yuhuan said respectfully with a short body.

"Yang Yuhuan, you have a wonderful ability."

Wu Zetian nodded lightly, then closed his eyes to rest.

She didn't say a word of thanks, but just remembered the name Yang Yuhuan in her heart.

When she recovers, the reward for Yang Yuhuan will definitely be more generous than gold and silver.

After a stick of incense, Shangguan Wan'er brought Jiang Ming back.

Wu Zetian waved her hand, and Shangguan Wan'er and Yang Yuhuan retreated out of the room tactfully.

There were only the two of them in the house.