lazy cat hits cute

"Ayu... you have to be good, the emperor doesn't like you, you have to work hard, you know?"

"Ayu, mother's hope in this life is on you, mother can only count on you to live up to expectations."

"Ayu..."

"Ayu, I treat you with all my heart, but you abandon me like a shoe! You are so vicious!"

Ming Huang yelled loudly and sat up abruptly, his whole body was drenched in sweat, almost wringing water out of his thin single clothes.He panted for a long time, his heartbeat gradually calmed down, he suddenly looked up and saw a tall and thin black figure reflected on the bed curtain, shrank to the corner of the bed screaming.

That was definitely not Qingyang, Qingyang would directly lift the curtain of the bed, lower his head and kiss the corners of his eyes and brows lightly.

Who will it be, who will it be?What about Zhong Yun, the master outside the hall, and Mr. Qi Ge, Mr. Weng Taifu?What about the imperial guards?Are they all dead?

died!There was a bone-chilling chill in his heart.

The Ningshen incense was replaced, and a strange, indistinct fragrance permeated the hall. The incense was mixed with a rotten smell, just like... just like the moment when the mother and concubine were buried, the thick golden nanmu coffin There is a faint fragrance, mixed with the stench of corpses.

Ming Huang only felt flustered and short of breath, he didn't even need to think about it, there must be something wrong with this strange incense.

Hearing the scream, the black figure outside the tent leaned down slightly, and pushed his face against the bed curtain, protruding a smooth arc, as if the figure outside the tent had no facial features at all.

Help, help!He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.Great fear strangled his throat, and unstoppable despair strangled all his reason.

Hei Ying straightened up, and reached in with a hand, a slender, fair hand, and pushed aside the curtain of the bed, revealing a face that should have belonged to a dead man, the face of the King of England.

His smile is kind and gentle, like the lake and water in March, he is incomparably handsome.He called softly: "Ayu."

"You're still alive, you're still alive..." Ming Huang murmured in a daze, "You should be dead, why are you still alive?"

"Yeah, I should have died." King Ying sat down, still smiling, "You are so cruel, I felt like I was going to die of pain at that time. The pills that came down were all for beauty, not a single one was useful."

He looked leisurely: "I thought I was going to die, but I didn't expect that I survived. Although the way of surviving is a little different...but it's very useful, it's no different from the original."

It was as if Ming Huang's bones were frozen inch by inch.Another way... what way?By the way, when he held hands with him, he felt that his fingertips were strangely smooth and cold, completely different from the feeling on his face.

His appearance is delusion.What is the truth about Zi Jizhen right now?

He recalled the scene in the Lanyun Courtyard: his body collapsed, and countless poisonous insects and snakes crawled out...

King Ying looked at him with a smile and his face turned pale: "Ayu has always been smart, so I guessed it so quickly."

"The place where I died was the poison formation. It was really painful to be devoured by thousands of insects. At that time, I only had one thought: to live, to live. It was a good fortune to be possessed by a king of insects by accident. Fool!"

He approached slowly, enjoying the panic in Ming Huang's eyes: "Why do you hate me so much? I am not greedy for your throne, I only want your heart, but you refuse to give me even a little bit. The poems I wrote, It's all written for you, and you don't read a single one. What do you want me to do?" His expression became distressed, "What do you want me to do?"

Ming Huang said hoarsely: "You don't like me at all."

His expression changed instantly, full of teasing: "Oh?"

"The person you like is your mother." Ming Huang couldn't hold back his nausea any longer, and said out all at once, "You forced your mother and concubine to death, and then you followed my mother, and after she died, you killed her concubine again. Focus on me, I look a lot like her, right?" He forcefully threw Yu Ruyi out of the bedside table, "Go away!"

King Ying subconsciously avoided, Ming Huang spotted Kongdang and was about to rush out, but when he saw the scene outside the bed curtain, his face turned pale, he forcibly stopped the momentum, and shrank back.

All the furnishings outside the hall seemed to be painted with a layer of colorful paint, distorting the original shape of things, and the gold brick floor was covered with tiny bugs, undulating like sea tides.The thrown Yu Ruyi had long since disappeared, not even a piece of it could be seen.

King Ying said tolerantly: "You still have a childish temper." His eyes turned to the pillow in his arms, "What? You want to hit me with this pillow? Oh! I understand, I wonder why he has your pillow scent on him , So that's it!" He suddenly revealed a fierce look, "Have you slept with him?"

Ming Huang trembled.

"Hey... No matter what, you are mine. The people you mentioned are all dead. What can I say? From now on, you only belong to me. I am strong and can protect you wherever you want The place..." He laughed and rushed forward, tearing the pillow to pieces with one hand, Ming Huang struggled desperately, the hard training in his youth seemed to have lost its effect at this moment, it was limp and powerless.

The fragrance became stronger and stronger, and the smell of corpses in the fragrance became more and more obvious.

He dodged around, the imperial bed was big enough for him to move around, the King of England was getting tighter and tighter, he had no choice but to step on the floor full of bugs, those bugs covered his calf in a blink of an eye, he retracted his foot and cried Get up and almost collapse.King Ying walked over on his knees and held up his calf. The bugs fell off one after another and crawled into his sleeves. He lowered his head cherishingly, wanting to kiss his toes as round as jade beads, a wooden sword suddenly cut into it.

"Death." Before the words finished, the blue flames licked the king's face, and he raised his head and let out a ghostly cry like a human or an insect.The insects and ants were burning, his body crumbled and scattered, a pool of black water slid down the dragon bed, and the blue flames slowly penetrated into the insect's body along the flaw that someone had designed early, burning little by little. Exhausted the soul of the King of England.

In Zhang Qingyang's eyes, the formation engraved on the carrier of the king's soul has nothing to hide, and there are flaws almost everywhere.

It was weird, but he didn't have time to think about it too much, so he burned this inhuman and ghost thing first.

Without King Ying's conscious control, the snakes and insects all over the hall were scrambling and rustling in a panic.Ming Huang was crying, Zhang Qingyang hugged him clumsily and comforted him: "Don't cry, don't cry. My heart hurts when you cry." He was at a loss and didn't know how to comfort him.

It was the first time he saw Ming Huang cry.

"Why... didn't you come earlier..." Ming Huang was sobbing, crying so embarrassingly that even the snot flowed down his nose, he wiped it off, threw himself into his arms again and rubbed hard, biting Give him a bite on the shoulder.

"It will take time for me to hurry over here." Zhang Qingyang's voice was full of regret, and he gently stroked his hair, "It's all right, it's all right." Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of bones scattered around the stool by the copper incense burner not far away At first glance, he knew that it belonged to Zhong Yun, and couldn't bear it, so he stretched out his hand to collect his wreckage, put his arm around Ming Huang and comforted him gently.

The incense in the copper censer burned out.

He carried Ming Huang out of Zichen Palace which was bitten badly by insects, all the palace guards in Zichen Palace were dead, but the guards and palace guards in other palaces didn't notice, so it can't be said that they didn't neglect their duties.However, Elder Qi Ge and Weng Taifu were also careless, they were hit by extremely powerful Gu insects, and they still haven't woken up yet.

Although Ming Huang's mood had stabilized, his state was slightly wrong.Zhang Qingyang knew that this was inevitable, so he sighed helplessly.

He himself didn't feel very well, the little bit of strength he managed to recover in the ancient hall was used to deal with the King of England and it dissipated completely, not to mention the pain, but his whole body was not right.

Ming Huang fell asleep in his arms, breathing slowly.

This sleep lasted three days and three nights.

After a careful inspection, the new head of the Imperial Hospital bowed his hands to Yang Zhibai: "Your Majesty lost his mind, and inhaled too much chaotic soul incense, his Dao heart collapsed, his Nascent Soul was cracked, and his soul was injured. Forgive me for saying it bluntly, Your Majesty will die soon, please Prime Minister, start preparing for the national funeral ceremony."

Yang Zhibai's facial muscles twitched a little: "You confirm, His Majesty is powerless."

The head of the imperial hospital solemnly said: "I guarantee my life, unless the Daluo Jinxian comes to the world, your majesty's life will not be able to recover."

Yang Zhibai was silent for a moment: "Go out, don't tell anyone about this, otherwise." His eyes were sharp like a knife, "Your tongue was cut off!"

The master of the imperial hospital said: "The humble minister must keep his mouth shut." He went out quietly.

Yang Zhibai let out a long sigh: "You heard it all, what are you going to do?"

Zhang Qingyang from the corner slowly appeared: "I want to take him away and find Beisheng to find a solution."

Yang Zhibai said, "Beisheng knows medicine too?"

"I don't know." Zhang Qingyang turned his gaze to Ming Huang on the dragon bed. His face was sleeping peacefully, his cheeks were still plump and young, and there was no sign of death at all. "I have a way to cure him, but I'm not sure if he can last until then." .”

Yang Zhibai sighed again: "In this way, it is very difficult. The Zichen Palace was attacked, and all the officials were panicked. I tried my best to suppress the news. You are going to take His Majesty away again. How can I fool them."

Zhang Qingyang said: "Prime Minister Yang has been an official for many years and has rich experience, this matter should not trouble you." Yang Zhibai laughed when he heard this, and heard him say: "No matter how bad it is, you can declare him dead."

Yang Zhibai's face suddenly changed: "Young Master Zhang, don't talk nonsense!"

"If I want to cure him, I have to take him to a far away place, and it will take a long time to come back." Zhang Qingyang looked straight at Yang Zhibai indifferently, "I think Hongling can't afford to wait, and neither can the ghosts and monsters in the dark. ?”

Yang Zhibai turned his head away without saying a word.

A dead silence.

"You... are you really sure that you can cure him?"

"Correct."

"How long will it take you to go?"

"I don't know."

Yang Zhibai was so worried that he even wanted to smoke a hookah to calm his shock, but he remained calm on the surface: "If His Majesty wakes up, would he be willing?"

"If that time comes, he can't be unwilling, can he?"

Yang Zhibai stroked his beard: "That's all..."

The matter of going out of the city was arranged by Jiang Chuan. Yang Zhibai was preparing for the national funeral ceremony on one hand, and on the other hand was preparing to select an heir from among the princes and grandchildren. At the same time, the support of the Chonglingzong was indispensable—naturally, Zhang Qingyang would contact him.

Zhang Qingyang edited a book, told the story before and after, and sent it to Weihuifeng.

He himself quietly left the palace on a foggy early morning when the morning star was just rising.

The gray carriage drove across the moat, slowly passed through most of the capital, and drove to Yong'an Town in the suburbs.

Zhang Qingyang got out of the car with a scroll of paintings in his arms, and said, "Thank you."

Jiang Chuan poked his head out: "Do your best."

Zhang Qingyang nodded, raised his wooden sword, and flew into the sky.

The Chongling Sect hasn't changed much.

The third floor of Ronghai Building No.70 is actually connected to the underground library of Baoqian Pavilion, and they are both underground.

Beisheng sleeps on the third floor of No.70, practices, and reads in the Baoqian Pavilion library.When Zhang Qingyang went, there were piles of old papers all over the sky, exuding a strong musty smell. He sat peacefully among the piles of old papers, and he was not afraid that the mountains of ancient books would come down and bury him—he was making tea and lighting a fire with scraps of paper.

Zhang Qingyang walked over, spread out the map of mountains, rivers and four seasons, and carefully carried out the sleeping Ming Huang: "Is there anything you can do to prolong your life?"

Beisheng felt for his pulse first, then pulled down the blindfold to look at it for a while, then pulled it back up again: "Bring a pen and paper."

Zhang Qingyang came over with a pen and paper, and Beisheng scribbled down a few lines.

Zhang Qingyang looked at it for a while: "This is?"

Beisheng took a sip of his new tea: "It's a very simple witchcraft."