The third master picked up a fox husband

"Yeah." Zhenyi watched Dexi leave calmly. He stood in the prison for a long, long time, feeling... empty in his heart.

Yan Nanhao's death was not as smooth as he had imagined. This feeling was very strange, and he even felt it was unreal.

So unreal.

Zhenyi tilted his head, closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh.

He took a few steps away from the place, and saw his master, the oldest Taoist priest in the Royal Taoist Temple.

He is grateful to his master for the kindness of upbringing and upbringing, but he ignores what happened to him, even acquiesced, and he dare not agree with the other side's paranoid desire for strength and eternal life.

"Follow me as a teacher to collect the corpses and souls of the emperor and those uncles." The old Taoist priest opened his mouth.

"Don't go."

"Your life is still his, why don't you go?" The old Taoist laughed.

Zhenyi frowned.

"Back when you slayed yourself, did you think that being alive was just a matter of lip service?" The old Taoist stared at him, "There is only one spirit fox inner pill for refining the soul-returning pill, so naturally you need half of it as a teacher, and the half-refined soul-returning pill has flaws. You can only live for a few more years, and the emperor gave you the rest of his lifespan. This life-and-death contract between the two of you cannot be broken from life to life, not to mention the emperor's obsession with you , Lord Yan will not accept it, when his obsession is gone, you can be free."

Zhenyi listened to him quietly, then raised his lips and smiled inexplicably, maybe that's right, so that he wouldn't feel too empty and strange, the relationship between him and Yan Nanhao had already formed a habit.

When Zhenyi and the Taoist priest arrived, there were corpses everywhere, Liu Buyu had disappeared, and Dexi knelt on the ground, weeping while tidying up the already horrific corpse with a handkerchief.

The old Taoist priest threw a spell and floated in the air. After reciting the spell for a while, he pointed his finger at Yan Nanhao's body. Zhen Yi, who was watching coldly, felt a chill behind him, but he didn't hear Yan Nanhao's voice.

He knew it was him.

……

Yan Jingci's eyes were full of grief, and this pain made him completely ignore the fact that Liu Buyu was a demon.

He knelt down in front of the bed, with tears in his eyes, "Fourth brother..."

Liu Buyu changed Yan Jingsheng into a bright red wedding dress and placed it on the bed. Liu Buyu sat on the side with loose long hair and a haggard face.

"My lord, I want to ask you something."

"You said."

"Yanyan investigated some things, and Jin Longwei just told me about it." If Jin Longwei hadn't appeared, Liu Buyu would have almost slaughtered the city, "Yan Nanhao's crimes were made into an indictment and planted on Yan Yan , that crime statement exists, and Yanyan will die tragically in all reincarnations, so now I hope you, after becoming emperor, destroy everything related to Yanyan, let this person disappear from the world, and let God have no regrets. The crime can be investigated, I... committed murder, the nine-day thunder punishment will come soon, I have to go back to Xianpeng Mountain to resist the thunder punishment, if I survive, I will deal with these things later."

Although Yan Jingci didn't understand well, he understood the seriousness of the matter, so he nodded and said yes.

"The Eighteen Golden Dragon Guards will be handed over to you. I will leave with my words first." After Liu Buyu finished speaking, he and Yan Jingsheng disappeared completely in the Rui'an Palace in the imperial city with a wave of his hand.

Yan Jingci looked at the empty house, they all went and dispersed, even Yan Nanhao died, he Yan Jingci really became a loner.

Pity his fourth brother, because of Yan Nanhao's actions, everything can only be erased.

The Rui'an Palace had already been sealed, but now... it was completely razed to the ground.

……

After Yan Jingci proclaimed himself emperor, he never established a queen in his life. Some palace officials said that the emperor would often stare at a box in a daze, then read some letters, and then whisper, "You come into my dreams every night, but you miss me so much." ..."

"How can I miss you so much?"

In the thirteen years since he became emperor, the emperor who was less than forty passed away. Before he died, he suddenly laughed out loud: "I never thought...it was so many years after you left that I... fell in love with you..."

After speaking, there was no sound.

Those old palace people who always thought that Yan Jingci was missing Miss Ruoruo realized that what the emperor had been reciting...was that humble concubine...

……

When Yan Nanhao woke up from the cold imperial tomb, there was no one around him.

It's just that the whole body was very cold, and the pain of being smashed into the head was still in the sea of ​​consciousness. He held his head and shivered all over. After a long time, he stiffly crawled out of the unsealed coffin. This is an abandoned imperial tomb.

Yan Nanhao only felt that his body was extremely stiff and uncontrollable, as if it was his own body. He stared at his hands and the sleeves of Purple Star in a daze. The more he looked at them, the more they felt familiar. He picked up the The jade badge on his waist is that of Dexi, the head of the Ouchi.

Yan Nanhao pursed his lips. There were funeral objects in the empty coffin. Inside was a bronze mirror rimmed with gold and jade. He picked it up and looked at his face. It was Dexi's face...

His fingertips were trembling, but as expected, Yan Nanhao sat down against the coffin and laughed out loud.

There is indescribable sadness and joy in the laughter.

He stayed alone in this mausoleum for a long time, no one came to see him, until Dexi's body was about to die, the old Taoist priest appeared and took Yan Nanhao to seize the house.

This time, what kind of person will it be?When he got out of Dexi's body and put it into the old Taoist's gourd, Yan Nanhao asked the question he had always wanted to ask, "Where is Zhenyi?"

"To guard the reincarnation of his junior brother."

"Oh." He began to respond calmly.

For hundreds of years, he and the old Taoist continued to plan for the dream of longevity, but Yan Nanhao was a little bit less interested. At first he would draw his own face, but later on, even he himself forgot what he looked like.

On the contrary, he often meets Zhenyi, but he always does that kind of thing when he meets. Zhenyi is reluctant to make his little brother hurt, and he thinks that he is not the beloved of his little brother, and he just wants to guard him.Then, Yan Nanhao has to bear it.

Yan Nanhao gradually became numb, and then became more and more reticent.

When they learned that Yan Jingsheng was finally reincarnated, their chance came again. This time, Yan Nanhao, who didn't know his name, became Liu Shu, the young master of the Liu family.

After seizing the house, Zhenyi never called him by his real name again.

The Dongyue Building collapsed, and the world only remembered the tyrant Sheng Kangdi. As for Yan Nanhao, no one remembered or missed him.

Occasionally he would feel very sad, and when he asked Zhen Yi, Zhen Yi would sneer and say, "It's just your own fault."

He won't say any more, and it's fine to just live in such a numb, nonhuman and ghostly way, it will always be tiring.

(End of the past)

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Connecting to the present world (As mentioned earlier, Yan Jingsheng dug his own tomb and fell into the coffin)

When An Yi recruited someone to push the coffin lid away, she found that Yan Jingsheng had passed out, her face was full of tears, and she couldn't wake up no matter how she screamed, she had to send someone to the hospital.