Comprehensive QY's Dragon Subduing System

'Boom--'

Bean raindrops poured down.

During the rainstorm, Altuja dropped the horn.Holding the tablet, he walked slowly in the rain.Behind him are countless soul-crying people in mourning clothes.The Guarja clan was supported by Fujin of Altuha and Baksh.Getting thinner...

As for Yaxian, after all, she still didn't catch up with the last journey of the funeral...

The imperial doctor knelt down on the ground, and after a long time, the one in the lead finally raised his head: "The emperor, and the prince are very poisonous, and the slaves can only use golden needles to lock the heart veins, but... the slaves deserve death! The slave is incompetent, and the prince..."

"With Prince Fujin, is the crown prince here?" Ya Xian's voice was hoarse, and her hands were crossed.On the back of the hand, the veins are all bulging.

That, the child she watched growing up with her own eyes, is actually about to walk ahead of her...

Qianlong looked at her, feeling inexplicable for a moment.He is now fully focused on her, Hong Zhou's eyes, the smile floating on Hong Zhou's pale face... so familiar, just one look at him, and his heart feels inexplicably sad...

He's not stupid, he's never thought of that before.Now Hong Zhou no longer hides his thoughts.How could he not understand?

That's right, compared to him and Ya Xian, Hong Zhou is more in line with the definition of the so-called childhood sweetheart.

He looked at Ya Xian with some anxiety: "Then what about her?"Does she know the ulterior motives that Hong Zhou has for her?If she knew, would she accept it? '

Outside the window, the wind picked up suddenly, and the plantain leaves were washed clean, and the rain made a crisp sound...

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" Wugege opened the curtain and shouted at the Ouchi guard who was driving.

"Hey!" The guard hurriedly responded, and then slapped the whip hard.The car was under the rain curtain, staggered and accelerated, heading towards Nabul Mansion...

"Fifth Sister, don't worry!" Thirteen glanced at Wu Gege, who was crying with blurred eyes, and persuaded.

"How could I not be in a hurry? How could I not be in a hurry? It's all my fault! If I had arranged for the guards to guard the queen's mother and Fifth Uncle in advance, Fifth Uncle would not be injured by the assassin!" Wu Gege wiped his tears, cried anxiously.

"It's my fault!" Elder Twelve frowned, "I'm stupid in reading! I don't know how to do things when Thirteen is away! I... why am I still so useless!"

"We were careless this time!" Thirteen said coldly, "This palace must be cleaned up! Some people are overthinking it!"

"Will Uncle Wu be okay!" Wu Gege cried out of breath, "We owe Uncle Wu too much!"

Twelve asked suspiciously, "Fifth Sister, what do you mean by that?"

"Do you know why we were reborn? It's all Uncle Wu, who got it with his life and the spirit of a real dragon!" Wu Gege said.

'Boom--'

A bolt of lightning obliquely pierced into the small carriage, and it was as dazzling as daylight for a moment.

Twelve heard Wu Gege's sad voice in his ears: "Huang Ama is not a real dragon emperor at all! Fifth Uncle is! But, Fifth Uncle..."

He couldn't hear what he said later, all of them were annihilated by the thunder...

Yongbi helped his mother-in-law, and finally arrived.

The imperial physician took the order to prick Hong Zhou's acupoints with golden needles.make it wake up.

Qianlong and Yaxian led a group of people and pushed them out.

Not long after, Yongbi walked out with the help of Prince Fujin.He and Prince Fujin seemed to have aged in an instant.The whole person is no longer as radiant as before.

She looked at Ya Xian with an inexplicable expression: "Empress Empress, please move in if it is convenient for you..."

Qianlong's heart skipped a beat, and when he was about to stop it, Yaxian had already complied.

She moves inside.Qianlong hurriedly wanted to follow in, but he was stopped by Prince Fujin and Yongbi: "Forgive me for offending my concubine/slave. Master/Ama said that I only want to see the empress."

He was not willing to listen, but when he was about to force his way in, he heard footsteps approaching quickly.

The voices of a few children came to my ears: "Ama Huang, how is Uncle Wu Huang?"

He and Prince Fujin couldn't help looking up at the three of them, Qianlong took the opportunity to lift his foot and entered the door...

Inside, Yaxian was sitting by the bed when Hong Zhou held her hand...

Qianlong's heart trembled, and when he was about to find a way to stop him, he heard Hongzhou weakly say: "Yaxian, this life is gone, and in the next life, do you make my wish?"

Ya Xian seemed to suddenly feel that she had never seen through Hong Zhou.

He looked at her with unmistakable affection in his eyes, but... she just treated him as a child from the beginning to the end!When did he...

Well, she was wrong, she was reborn with the memory of her previous life.So it is natural to treat Hong Zhou as a child.But she forgot that Hong Zhou was so close in age to her...

She looked at him, and he pursed his pale lips, looking a little nervous.

She knew that he was waiting for his answer.

And she...

Thinking about it seriously, promising Hong Zhou the next life seems to be a good idea.

"Okay." She looked into his eyes and said seriously.

"That's great." A dazzling brilliance bloomed in his eyes, and he held her hand tightly, seriously, "I will definitely find you, before Brother Huang."

"Okay, in the next life, I'll wait for you to come to me..." she said.

Then, he let go.She raised her eyes, just in time to see him closing his eyes with peace of mind...

This picture is so beautiful.It happened to fall into Qianlong's eyes, but he only felt it was extremely glaring...

"I don't agree!" He shouted loudly, "Ulanara Yaxian, I don't allow you to make random promises about the afterlife. You can only be mine forever!"

She raised her head with a sarcastic smile on her face: "Your Majesty, my concubine will be tired too."

He was stunned.

So, I watched her stand up and smiled faintly: "Your Majesty, my concubine has been entangled with you for two lives. I have loved and hated you. If there are only three lives in life, then I hope that the third life will never see you again." , life is plain, long streams will be fine..."

'Boom--'

He saw a bolt of lightning lying between them, as if splitting the space in half...

Wugege found Yaxian in the courtyard.

None of them had servants.

In this courtyard, there are several large vats in which beautiful lotus flowers are planted.It's a pity that more than half of them have been damaged by the rain.

This courtyard is very secluded, as if it has been uninhabited for a long time, but it is very clean.

"My mother," she said.

Then, the woman holding the umbrella in front turned her head. She was wearing the clothes that girls who have not left the pavilion would wear, and her hair was loosely pulled up.Turning around, he saw them.

"You are here," she said, "This is where Er Niang lived when she was not married."

When she raised her hand, a smear of blood red appeared on her wrist, and Wugege recognized that it was the string of red agates.

The three of them looked at the place Yaxian pointed at, the courtyard was so small, it looked so fragile in the rain...

And the most vulnerable one is Ya Xian who is holding an oil-paper umbrella in the rain. She stands there alone, wearing the clothes when she was not out of the court, as if she will be drowned by the rain at any time.

Her voice was very soft, and it was even more difficult to hear in the rain: "Hong Zhou is gone."

'Boom--'

The rain is getting heavier.

"In a blink of an eye, I suddenly realized that the combined age of my two lives is over a hundred years old." Her voice was so soft, so soft that the three children had to be very close to hear a little bit.

"I just found out today that Hong Zhou has that kind of feeling for me. Thinking about it carefully, although it is a bit treacherous, if it is really him, maybe I can accept it..." She said, "No, there are you, too. If you accept him, what will you do?"

"Er Niang!" Wu Gege cried out first, "Er Niang! I'm sorry!"

Then Twelve and Thirteen cried too.

She sighed, threw the umbrella, walked over and hugged them: "Silly boy, what are you saying sorry for? Er Niang has lived for you all her life!"

At the corner, Wu Shulai bent over and stood behind Qianlong holding an umbrella.

He couldn't see Qianlong's expression clearly, but he could see his displeasure from the clenched hand behind him and his slightly stiff standing posture.

"Your Majesty..." he whispered, "Do you want to go forward..."

Qianlong didn't speak, he just watched the scene in the rain, standing quietly...

"If you give me a jade hairpin, I will have long hair for Junwan. Wash away all the lead, and from then on, the sun will go to the end of the world..." The sad song came in the rain, which seemed so strange.

"Emiang. My son, go and ask someone to watch Xiagege, and tell her to stop singing..." Yongbi hurriedly said when he saw Prince Fujin's expression turned ugly.

"Forget it," said He Prince Fujin, "she is also a poor person. When you, Ama, tolerated her for many years. He doesn't want to see us treat Xia Gege like this."

"Then Xia Gege is just a servant girl who was around the empress of filial piety." Yongbi was a little annoyed. "What else does she do every day besides hiding in the garden and singing ditties? Now, Ama... she is still singing !"

"Emiang is tired," said He Prince Fujin, "Yongbi, you go down first. This is General Nabuer's residence after all, it's no better than home."

Yongbi endured and endured, Fang said: "Son, go down now, so that Er Niang can rest in peace."

He nodded with Prince Fujin, and waited for Hong Zhou to leave.She froze and took out a few pieces of paper from her bosom...

Expand, it's not Hong Zhou's writing, but whose is it?

She knew that there was someone in his heart.

She knew that he liked to practice calligraphy alone in the study.

She is not familiar with Han characters, but she has already memorized the poems on this piece of paper fluently.

He has been writing this same poem for so many years.She wrote a lot, so much that she made someone steal such a big stack, and he didn't even notice...

'Boom--'

Lightning illuminated the room and saw the tear stains on her face...

Also illuminated, the words on the paper...

Word by word, lingering...

She rubbed it up little by little.A beautiful smile gradually appeared on the corner of his lips--

"If you don't love lovesickness in your life, you will love it, and you will hurt lovesickness...My lord, my concubine, I finally saw your 'lovesickness' today..."

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