These fairies want to be cleaned up by me every day

"No, he's dead."

"Oh."

"Their whole family is dead, including Dugu Ming who met you a few days ago. They are all dead. The whole mansion was washed in blood."

Wei Tu actually understood something, but he still looked at Ye Bingluan with a smile.

"Is this not double happiness?"

Ye Bingluan slowly looked up at Wei Tu.

"You know why I say this."

"Since you know my whereabouts so well, what else is there to ask?"

Wei Tu said with a smile.

Ye Bingluan clenched the sleeves of the dragon robe tightly.

The fingers were clenched tightly, and the knuckles even started to turn white.

"You know what I want to ask, why are you just pretending to be stupid?!"

Ye Bingluan stared at the young man intently, seeming particularly disappointed.

Then soon, she saw the truly disappointed eyes.

He shook his head slightly and looked at himself.

The emotion in the eyes made my heart feel as if it was suddenly grabbed, tight and painful.

"Actually, the answer is not important, I will tell you that I did not do these things, but if you want to do it, or if you don't believe it is not done by me...you can do whatever you want, After all, you are the emperor, Ye Bingluan, why do you care so much about my answer. Aren't you the emperor?"

Yes... I am the emperor.

Only you can decide the direction of the matter, and what nature you want this matter to be, that is what it should be.

Whatever situation you want things to go to, you should go to that situation.

Why do you need other people's answers, as long as you want the truth to be like... as long as...

But why is he so entangled and difficult to face?

Is it because of him?

But why did the two meet again like this?

Ye Bingluan seemed to have lost all her strength and leaned back on the chair, lowering her head slightly without looking at him.

"What will you do next?"

Wei Tu thought for a while, "I will go back to the sect."

"The merchant country..."

"I won't come here again, so for the position of national teacher, I'd better hire someone else."

Ye Bingluan got the answer she wanted.

But it seems that even breathing seems difficult, not because of what the other party has done, but because of what happened to his emotions.

She knows, she knows.

Wei Tu turned and walked towards the door. He thought of something, stopped suddenly, and then looked back at the young empress who didn't look up.

"To be honest, I never felt that the national teacher was important to me... It's just that, more or less, you used to be important to me."

He opened the door and went out.

The wind came in.

The girl lowered her head, she endured it.

Endured and let only one tear wet the back of his hand.

She is not a child who did something wrong because she is the emperor.

Emperor, you can't do anything wrong.

25 The Fragrance of the Sky and the Chaoge Song

A tear falls and it falls.

It's okay to act like it didn't show up.

But if a person leaves, can it really be regarded as that he has never appeared in his own world?

Ye Bingluan looked out the window, his figure walked easily, but it can't be regarded as that he has never been here, because he has given the right to choose to himself.

No matter what he does, he will accept it.

This is not something that makes Ye Bingluan sad, the most sad thing should be that sentence, the sentence that I have not reacted to until now.

Shang Guo, he will not come again.

What he meant was very simple, there were no special circumstances, no... could there be any special circumstances.

Be your own emperor in the world, and he will be his free and unfettered fairy.

The two of them will never meet again, and the meeting in this lifetime, maybe just these two times, will be over.

Should you feel relieved?

Ye Bingluan couldn't let go.

There was a strong cold wind blowing from the open door.

When the sound of footsteps appeared again, Ye Bingluan fantasized for a moment, maybe that boy reappeared in front of her, and said to herself: Actually, I don't think the matter is over, and there are still some things that can be discussed.

But such words are not what he would say.

I am very proud, I am the empress of the Shang country, an existence above ten thousand people.

And he is also very proud, even though he always smiles gently, the sharpness of his smile will be sharper than the needle hidden in the cotton.

So he won't do such a thing, how can he turn back what he said.

When Ye Wang, who was thin and holding a handkerchief, appeared at the door, Ye Bingluan knew the feeling of regret.

I also understand that the so-called regret and regret... means that even if you immediately know that you may have done something you don't want to, you will never have the chance to look back.

"His Majesty……"

King Ye Ye Yunhen begged to see him in a weak voice.

Ye Bingluan sighed.

"King Ye, come in."

Ye Yunhen walked into the imperial study and bowed his hands to see him.

He glanced at the young empress' deep expression, and said softly.

"Your Majesty... have you finished talking with the national teacher?"

Ye Bingluan nodded.

"Well, it's over."

Ye Yunhen thought for a while, coughed, and asked softly while holding the handkerchief.

"Then...Your Majesty, does this have anything to do with the National Teacher?"

What Ye Bingluan wanted to blurt out, but stopped abruptly. She looked at Ye Yunhen in front of her, but stopped suddenly, and then shook her head with dim eyes.

"This matter has nothing to do with him. I know him well. With his character, he wouldn't be so petty, and he wouldn't be sneaky."

Ye Yunhen's family nodded, but he thought of something and said hesitantly.

"Your Majesty... this matter... now the court is shaking up and down, and everyone is in danger. If they can't give a reasonable explanation to appease the courtiers as soon as possible..."

"Just say what you want, you are my brother, there is nothing you can't say."

Ye Bingluan looked at Ye Yunhen looking a little tired.

Ye Yunhen nodded, then sighed, and said in a low voice.

"If your majesty has already made a decision, I'd like to say more as a minister, but I still want to say... some things may not be correct or not, just like a case, there is a chance to reverse the case, let alone for the national teacher... ...Maybe there is no loss, but those ministers are different... They are just ordinary people in the final analysis, they need glory and wealth, and they are also afraid of death. So the truth may...not that important."

Ye Bingluan frowned and looked at Ye Yunhen.

"You mean you want me to attribute all this matter to Wei Guoshi?"

It seemed that he understood the purpose of Ye Yunhen's words.

Ye Yunhen seemed to have sensed the unkindness in Ye Bingluan's tone.

Immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said hurriedly, "Your Majesty! Damn you...you shouldn't speculate on the holy will! But...but what you said is really for your majesty's sake, your majesty...if there is a person in the army A warrior of hundreds of enemies, I must raise my hand to congratulate him, because he can expand the territory for the great merchants and make great military exploits. But if this person... is a person who has a noble status, kills invisible, and has no saints in his eyes... ...The minister will only worry about His Majesty, human desires are endless, no matter what, what he did to Dugu Xun is true, even if Dugu Ming did not do what he did, but to His Majesty, some ministers really treat the king Loyalty and reverence? This...Your Majesty should be very clear about it!"

Ye Bingluan didn't speak, but looked at the thin man kneeling on the ground with his head bowed.

Watching him talking, and then coughing violently.

His blood was sprayed all over the floor, and even the pure white handkerchief was dyed red, as if it had been dotted with plum blossoms.

She shook her head.

Sighed.

"Okay, King Ye, get up first, your health is not good, it's not suitable for you to talk too much, and you don't need to fluctuate so much."

Ye Yunhen tried his best to get up, his figure seemed to be on the verge of falling.

He was panting heavily, and it took him a long time to try his best to calm down his cough.

"Yes... I am taking the liberty, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Ye Bingluan waved his hand.

"King Ye is not feeling well, so go back and rest. This matter... If I think about it carefully, I will give everyone an explanation. I just hope that you can also understand my difficulties."

Ye Yunhen looked at Ye Bingluan and nodded.

"Your Majesty, take care of the dragon body..."

After finishing speaking, I was ready to leave.

At this time, Ye Bingluan suddenly stopped Ye Yunhen.

"Brother Huang."

It's not about King Ye, but Brother Huang.

Ye Yunhen froze for a moment, then turned around and looked at the young empress respectfully.

"His Majesty?"

Then I saw Ye Bingluan smiled, her smile seemed to be extremely tired, revealing a sense of powerlessness.

"I was thinking, if it was the emperor's brother who ascended the throne instead of me, would things be better than now?"

This seemingly heartfelt words made Ye Yunhen quickly lower his head and fell silent for a moment.

He raised his head slowly, looked at Ye Bingluan and smiled, and said softly.

"Your Majesty, you have also seen the body of the minister. I am afraid it will not take two or three years... and the Holy One is a dragon and phoenix among men. No matter what I do, I will not be better than your majesty. I hope that your majesty will take care of the dragon body. I have passed away, the servants in the mansion...wives and concubines, please take care of your majesty."

Ye Bingluan sighed.

"You also take care of your health. If you leave, I... will be really lonely."

"Yes... the minister obeyed."

Ye Yunhen walked out of the imperial study room slowly. It took a long time for the empress in the room to stand up. She looked at the blank imperial decree on the table, pondered for a long time, and still picked up the pen and ink...

The rocking of the carriage.

The man's weak and pale face was facing the street outside the window. People coming and going, laughter, or small disputes were all vividly remembered.

Compared with his weak face, his eyes revealed a sense of tension.

Unprecedented nervousness until the carriage returned to Prince Ye's mansion.

With the help of his servants, he got out of the carriage and paced slowly until he came to his room, and he closed the door.