Unofficial History of Emperor Taisho

Canghaitai.

This is a desperate place in the clouds, occupying the commanding heights of the entire demon world. When the sky is clear, you can even see the white miasma of ghosts and gods from here that will never dissipate.

At the end of October, a thin layer of snow had accumulated on Canghai Terrace.

The whole place is pure and white, except for Ji Qi, who is kneeling in front of the picture of Shanhe Sheji, like a blood-colored red lotus, blooming alone.

On the towering stone platform, the famous emperors of the demon world are enshrined. It is not easy to establish a country in the demon world, but any devil emperor who can build a city and a country on this ancient land can occupy a place in legends and various history books.

The map of mountains, rivers, and villages is like a masterpiece. Every landscape floats slowly in the dark night, and sometimes the figure of the demon ancestor outlined with golden lines appears. The mountains and rivers are picturesque and magnificent.

There was nothing in his mind, nothing, nothing.

Without Xiongchu, without Emperor Feng, without himself.

There were only a few fingers left that could flex and stretch, scratching at random, and the broken snow stuck to the residual blood, and it was icy cold after melting.

After a while, there were footsteps slowly approaching.

Ji Qi took a sharp breath and struggled.

"Luan Luan!"

Feng Qige shook off the black cloak, and the hem of the clothes drew an arc, wrapping the two of them tightly when it fell.

Feng Qige helped him up and let him lean in his arms, the warm breath from the Phoenix True Fire blows away the lonely cold air.

"……uncle……"

"It's me," Feng Qige couldn't help leaning against his side, "It's all right, Liancheng is back."

"Liancheng..." Ji Qi's lips were frozen stiff, and she forced a breath of hot air, "King Pan...can't stay..."

"Yes, Luan Luan, what do you mean by the eighteen people on the roster?"

Feng Qige took out a few golden pills and fed them to him, the medicine's power slowly dissipated along with the warm breath, finally there was a tinge of blood on the young man's face.

"That's the person who worked for Dong Guozheng. Dong Guozheng...was used by Gandhara. You follow this clue and find it."

"Gandhara died in the insect formation, and the only one who can control the insect formation is King Pan."

"Luan Luan, my father wants to get rid of King Pan, I need a chance."

"I...give you a chance..." Ji Qi looked up at those cold golden statues, "I will...help you..."

"Okay, what do you want."

"I want... Ji Qian... the life of King Pan."

Feng Qige asked word by word, "That's your father, the Eminem who watched you grow up."

Ji Qi was silent, regained consciousness a little, then turned the subject and said, "Yes, it's best to deal with it by law."

Feng Qige smiled. Looking at it from this angle, Ji Qi's tall and straight nose is extremely beautiful, like the undulating outline of a distant mountain and river. The shadow cast by the eyelashes is like a crescent spring. Feng Qige covered his eyes, " Sleep for a while, Luan Luan, sleep for a while, and everything will be over."

The ethereal voice was breathtaking, Ji Qi lowered her eyes, and the last trace of sanity flew away——

On Ghost Mountain, a sunny afternoon.

The black and strong boy was in ragged clothes, and he dragged a wild boar back to the cave with his face covered in blood.

It was a very secret cave, overgrown with weeds, and there was a simple trap inside. Ghost Mountain was humid and hot, and the cave was warm as spring all year round, and there were never mosquitoes.

The boy Xiongchu threw the wild boar down, wiped the blood off his body indiscriminately, and hurriedly ran to see the child lying on the thick animal hide.

Xiongchu inspected the large area of ​​rust that had exploded on the cave roof, and looked down slowly.

Feng Qige, who watched all this through Ji Qi's eyes, suddenly became heavier——

It was a very young child, as small as a cat, trapped in the den surrounded by animal skins, moaning uncomfortably.

"Ah Qi!" Xiong Chu rushed to his side, touching his eyes very carefully, Ji Qi managed to open them.

He can't shed tears, tears will make the torn wound on his face inflamed and pus, half of his face was torn open by a beast, the wound stretches from the shoulder to the bottom of the lip, the whole gums are exposed, the child can't speak, so he shows him to look at the rags with his eyes wrapped body.

Xiong Chu gently lifted the wrapped rags to let cool air blow in, so that the wounds on the mutilated arms and legs would not be too stuffy and itchy.

It was a monster with only one hand left.

Xiong Chu lowered his head and kissed his eyes, hugged half of his injured leg in his arms, and massaged back and forth so that the muscles would not become stiff and necrotic.

"Today I brought back another wild boar. How about it, brother Chu is amazing." Xiongchu smiled and told him about the day's events, as if competing for food with monsters all over the mountains and plains was a fun thing.

"Look at this," Xiong Chu put the little flower brought back on the road beside him, "Ah Qi is the bravest, and Ah Qi's injury will heal soon, and when he recovers, I will take you to fly a kite."

The child blinked, as if saying, you have to keep your word.

Xiongchu babbled on for a long time, talking about everything in a mess, the child no longer felt uncomfortable because of these words, and fell asleep again after a long time.

Xiong Chu covered him up, held his little hand in his palm and kissed him, "Your Highness, come on, you must live."

"Don't think about it, Luanluan, it's over, it's all over..."

Feng Qige's voice was dreamlike, and the warm heat in his arms was extremely comfortable. Ji Qi frowned sadly. The dim cave in front of him, Xiongchu who was guarding him, and the golden sunlight on the ghost mountain were like ink paintings soaked in water, slowly Dissipate slowly.

"There is a strange guard by your side, Luan Luan, who is he?"

The voice was persuasive and seductive, Feng Qige carefully observed his expression, the slender eyelashes trembled in the palm, and the prickly palm was soft and itchy.

Feng Qige quietly watched Ji Qi's dream.

In the abyss of the writing wheel, the golden dragon pierced through the billowing sea of ​​clouds and fell into the demon world from the nine heavens.

The huge magic eye turned, and suddenly, it stopped, staring firmly at Feng Qige's eyes.

Cold sweat broke out on Feng Qige's forehead, and he hurriedly broke free from the dream.

"Golden dragon..." he murmured, "Is that the golden light that King Pan talked about?"

"Luanluan..." Feng Qige said softly, "What else did you see in Junwang...Think slowly, don't rush."

Junwang is full of fragrances floating in the city, leisurely falling asleep.

At the bottom of the spillway, King Incompetent Shengming glared, and shouted, "Kamma Red Lotus, we will have a brighter future!"

The scent of ambergris lingers in the dark water.

"You killed the emperor!"

This sound floated back and forth, echoing one after another, outside the barrier, the world was raging with flames of war, the people were devastated, and the broken barrier was like a wound that could not be healed——

The barrier is broken.

In a trance, the barren scene of the ancient battlefield appeared in Ji Qi's dream.

what is this.

"Live and die alone, go alone and come alone, are you afraid?"

There was a person whose voice was thunderous, and Ji Qi's eyes traveled through thousands of years to find the figure of that person...

"Ah!" Feng Qige yelled, his eyes hurt, two lines of blood and tears flowed down his cheeks, his eyes were pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

Ji Qi had been completely exhausted by the illusion, and fell down in a daze.

On the map of Shanhe Sheji, the golden light of the phantom of the Nine Patriarchs emerged, glaring at this descendant who secretly peeped at the miracle.

After a long time, Feng Qige could barely see the bright lights of fireworks in the distance that lasted all night.

Canghai Terrace was silent, and Ji Qi fell to the ground unconscious.

"Soon, soon." Feng Qige covered him with a thick cloak, and struggled to leave here.

It is enough.

Beside Ji Qi, there is actually a dragon.

Feng Qige rested for a while, and went through the letters and account books overnight, and found that Ji Qi had marked it, and that all eight people were marked for ten catties of sandalwood merit incense, including Dong Guozheng.

Feng Qige thought hard all night, and finally remembered that King Pan had received the incense of Zhan Tan merits and virtues for practicing Gu.

This incense is the favorite of the Buddhist sect. Whenever the Buddha preaches, there will be fragrant flowers all over the sky, igniting the merits of Zhan Tan.

He still couldn't figure out the rest of the matter, but there were enough reasons to involve King Pan in the Gandhara bribery case.

At dawn, the blue bird suddenly came to report that King Pan was seriously ill and couldn't get up.

Liancheng returned to Liaohua Palace, without his father, it was bitingly cold here, he was afraid of those birds, so he huddled in the bedroom alone, waiting for Xuanyuan Chang to come back and tell him about his father.

Hai Dongqing quietly guarded on the Udumbara tree, with distant thoughts through the window.

In the distance, a little girl stood outside Liao Hua Palace.

Holding the best medicine from Kui Wan Palace in his arms, Pan Gu waited at the gate of the palace. After an unknown amount of time, someone reported to Ji Qian and let her in.

Pan Gu's nose was sore in an instant, and tears rolled down her face. She thanked her in a low voice, and walked in the direction of Liancheng.

Hai Dongqing looked at her.

Ji Qi's bedroom was deserted and deserted. In the past, there was always Xiongchu guarding outside. Now that Xiongchu was gone, only the maids who cleaned the palace were left.

"Little princess." The maids saluted her, and Pheasant Jing said, "Little princess, only Lord Ji Qian is in charge in Liaohua Palace. You can go find Lord Ji Qian."

Pan Gu looked at him hesitantly, "I...I'm looking for His Royal Highness Ji Wang."

"I haven't been back for a few days, and I'm still being punished at Canghaitai..."

Liancheng heard someone talking and opened the door curiously.

"Ji...King Ji..." Pan Gu felt aggrieved, "I'll bring you medicine, here is the best wound medicine in Kuiwan Palace."

"Brother Qi..." Pan Gu knelt down suddenly and cried, "My mother is not a bad person, don't hurt him..."

Liancheng took a peek at Pheasant Jing, saw Pheasant Jing give him a wink, and pretended to be calm, "I don't know!"

"I'm sorry!" Pan Gu burst into tears, "I shouldn't be self-willed on the day of the Soul Sacrifice Ceremony, I didn't intend to harm anyone...I was just playing with Xiongchu...I'm only 13 years old, please..."

"Prince Ji is only a few days older than you." Xuanyuan Chang came back from the outside, heard Qiqi's cries from a distance, and made a general idea, "You were playing around with Xiongchu, but you were used by someone with a heart. At the end of the day, you are still the culprit."

Pan Gu couldn't help sobbing, and looked at the guard-looking man in bewilderment.

"The little princess is here to intercede for King Pan?"

"...Yes...Yes...Amu fell ill suddenly, Kuiwan Palace was in a mess, it was you...no no, I beg you to let Amu go, I only have this relative..."

"Little princess, let's go back," Xuanyuan Chang said, "No one harmed her, but if you make such a fuss, many troubles will arise."

"Many deeds are unrighteous, and ghosts and gods are hard to save."

"What did my mother do!" Pan Gu screamed, "The people in Kui Wan Palace are cautious and only want to survive! Tell me clearly! What did my mother do!"

Xuanyuan Chang smiled and said, "King Pan only did one good thing, and that was to protect you to the fullest. Tsk, I don't know if it's a good thing."

"What is Agu doing here?"

Feng Qige came from a distance, frowned and said.

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The first update, dear ones, if you see the update at two o’clock in the middle of the night, it’s the second update, so don’t worry about it, and show me if there are any cute little claws waving [from an author’s tearful eyes]