Rebirth: The little puppet emperor, tearing apart the regent with his own hands

When I opened my eyes, there was no joy of regaining the light, and all I could see was nothingness.

Su Qing slowly closed his eyes, like a soulless puppet, floating quietly in the void.

There was a hideous wound on his chest, and the flesh and blood rolled to both sides from the wound, but not a drop of blood came out of the wound.

A sigh sounded in the void: "Didn't I say, don't let your heart get hurt..."

Su Qing didn't seem to hear anything and didn't respond.

The voice in the void sighed again, and the next moment, soft light came from all directions and converged on Su Qing's heart, repairing the hideous wound bit by bit.

I don't know how long it took before Su Qing's heart returned to its original state.

The voice sounded again, with a hint of exhaustion.

"It's time for you to go..."

No one answered.

But obviously that voice didn't require Su Qing to reply.

A ray of light flashed, and the next moment, Su Qing disappeared.

At this time, on the bed in the deep palace of the Western Wei Dynasty, the sleeping person opened his eyes again.

A palm touched Su Qing's cheek. Yu Wenwen supported his body on his elbows and looked down at Su Qing's face. His untied long hair was scattered on the bed like a waterfall. superior.

Yu Wenwen pushed Su Qing's hair away from his forehead and said softly: "Your Majesty, you're awake..."

Su Qing didn't respond.

Yu Wenwen frowned. His Majesty was a bit unfamiliar, as if he was lifeless like a puppet.

Yu Wenzhang: "Your Majesty?"

Su Qing: "..."

Yu Wenzhang frowned: "Here comes the imperial doctor!"

The imperial doctor soon arrived at the inner palace of Ziyun Palace. As soon as he stepped into the palace gate, he saw Yu Wenwen holding Su Qing in his arms.

Su Qing half leaned in Yu Wenwen's arms, half closed her eyes, and remained motionless.

The imperial doctor no longer dared to look around and took Su Qing's pulse for diagnosis and treatment.

As a result, nothing can be seen.

The imperial doctors had no choice but to prescribe some nourishing and soothing decoctions.

Days passed by, no matter what Yu Wenwen did, Su Qing still didn't say a word, didn't eat or drink.

Yu Wenzhang had no choice but to forcefully feed Su Qing food and decoction. He tried to make Su Qing react through external stimulation.

But it was still in vain.

In the dead of night, no matter how much Yu Wenwen tried, Su Qing still looked the same.

Yu Wenzhang had no choice but to watch Su Qing's body lose weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Su Qing is like the slowly withering remnant lotus in late autumn, without any turning point, it can only go towards destruction bit by bit.

On a rainy night, just as Yu Wenwen poured a glass of water for Su Qing, Su Qing breathed his last breath silently. At that time, he was already so thin that only a pair of skin-wrapped skeleton.

Returning to the sea of ​​​​stars again, Su Qing seemed so exhausted that he no longer had the strength to open his eyes.

His appearance is no different from a corpse. Even if he is resurrected again, since he has no will to live, he will probably just repeat the previous death process.

The voice in the void seemed to be aware of Su Qing's state. After knowing that it was useless, he did not urge him to leave.

Su Qing fell into a deep sleep without anyone disturbing her.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt a slight coolness on his lips.

Su Qing slowly opened his eyes and saw a translucent shadow floating in front of him. It looked like a man. It looked like it was made of mist, and his face could not be seen clearly.

At this moment, the figure was kissing her lips gently, and the coolness came from that figure.

Because she slept for too long, Su Qing's head was still a little groggy, and her reaction was half a beat too slow.

Su Qing: "...What are you doing?"