These fairies want to be cleaned up by me every day

because……

"puff!"

Blood is gushing.

From the back of his heart, brilliant blooms, until the sword fell to the ground with a bang.

Ye Bingluan's face was pale, and her figure was almost crumbling.

This sword consumed too much, but it doesn't matter now.

She looked at Ye Yunhen's last look at her.

She nodded.

"I gave you a chance, but you still can't do it. This country... can't be handed over to you anyway." PS: Today we are all LXO! !I don't sleep anymore!Let’s wait until the game starts, and then have a good time watching it. If LGD wins TI this time, I will think about how to organize a lottery.

30 I will taste your loneliness

The sunset is like blood.

The ground covered with snow seems to be stained with scarlet blood.

The heavy snow is silent, and the great sorrow is also silent.

But for her now, is it considered sad?

Shouldn't it be a relief.

Without threats, without an ambitious brother, it seems that he should feel relieved from the bottom of his heart in front of the vast expanse of whiteness.

"Boom."

But she threw away the sword in her hand, and couldn't laugh.

Ye Yunhen, who was lying facing the sky, seemed to be staring at the high sky until his death.

Is this sky beautiful?

how pretty...

The woman who threw away the long sword in her hand also raised her head. There was no hand holding the sword, but blood flowed down her arm from the dragon sleeve.

She wasn't unscathed, in fact this time she did her best, not just about the struggle for the throne... but also about it.

"You are my brother, why don't you try your best?"

She smiled like this, with a trace of emptiness and poignancy hanging on her pale face.

She looked at the sky, as if she was looking for something. Among the layers of clouds, in the gradually stagnant snow, that ray of sunshine was like the far shore.

What kind of boat should I take to get there?

On that other side, what kind of people will be waiting for him.

She didn't know, but she just felt the breathing of some people dying and some people living in this world.

There is a sound of fallen leaves, and there is a sound of life and death.

what silent?

She suddenly felt a surge of weakness all over her body, as if replacing all her strength.

It seemed that she could only remember now that she had almost exhausted her strength before.

She lowered her head, and everyone around her was looking at her.

Whether it's soldiers in armor and armor, or generals riding tall horses, or those palace ladies who finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She finally took the first step, keeping all the exhaustion in her heart.

It seemed that everyone was there, but the figure I most wanted to see was really gone.

He has probably returned to Xianzhou safely at this moment... After all, who can really hurt him... He can always do anything and create so many miracles.

That's right...

I don't want him to get involved with these mundane things anymore, this so-called way of heaven, don't involve him anymore.

Although she knew that he would definitely say it's okay...he would definitely say that, but she didn't want to, so she just came here.

Even if there may be many mistakes and omissions, it doesn't matter.

I should let him see that I am an emperor.

I can keep all of this very well, without his help, without his worry, without scruples, without being a burden.

He will not become a puppet, and he will not lose control of the situation and fail his efforts.

can do it all...

She walked up the steps step by step.

"His Majesty……"

The maid nervously moved over the chair, and the young empress was supported to sit on the chair.

"The servant immediately summoned the imperial physician..."

she said so.

And Ye Bingluan was leaning on the chair, holding the handkerchief handed over by the maid next to her, just wiping the blood on her hand.

Then shook his head.

"No rush... let General Murong come over."

"I see you, Your Majesty!"

Murong Ji fell to his knees, but he didn't dare to look up at the young woman's expression with his deep eyes.

When he was young, he had seen the high-spiritedness of the late emperor, and now he could vividly remember what it was like.

It's just that he didn't expect that when the throne came to this woman, a familiar feeling appeared.

In his opinion, the scene just now was definitely not a burst of youthful spirit, but a particularly reckless act.

It seems that the most important thing for an emperor to pay attention to is her own safety and life, but sometimes...she has to do something, she has to make some decisions alone.

An emperor's murder of his brother may be a shocking thing in history, but what impact can it have in the present?

An emperor, a woman.

Anyone who wants to rebel, even if it is her brother, she can kill him with her own hands.

It only makes people frightened and panicked.

Imperial power is extremely complicated, and what is needed is definitely not invariable kindness and a mind that can tolerate everything.

You must have means, you must have temper, you must have majesty, and you must have a fearsome determination.

Governing the world may require benevolence, but methods and ferocity are indispensable, not only to make the people grateful, but also to convince the courtiers.

So even if others can't understand it, Murong Ji thinks it's a blessing.

At least the one sitting on the throne is not a benevolent emperor.

Ye Bingluan looked at Murong Ji weakly, and she raised her hand.

"You can do the affairs of King Ye's family."

"Your Majesty takes orders... but I don't know how much Your Majesty wants me to do?"

Murong Ji reserved the last question, but the woman's answer did not disappoint or surprise him.

Very simple sentence.

"How to convict treason is the way to do it. If there is a slight omission, General Murong's credit this time will be offset."

"I obey the order! It must be completed!"

"Go."

In this way, Ye Bingluan issued orders one by one, as if it was a process that had been planned long ago.

Dealing with the affairs of the palace, the troops involved in the rebellion, and the officials who threaded needles among them were all handled with care and meticulousness.

Even to the point where nothing is left out horribly.

Including the rewards later, in fact, the discussion is almost the same. Of course, these will be discussed in the morning tomorrow.

Now it seems that only these leftovers are left.

When someone carried away Ye Yunhen's body on the snow, Ye Bingluan looked over there and stood up suddenly.

"His Majesty?"

In the distant snow, there seemed to be a few weak black spots. They turned around and looked back uncertainly.

Ye Bingluan looked at it and shook his head.

Finally sat down slowly.

In fact, she didn't have anything to do. It seemed that at this moment when the dust had settled, she couldn't do anything.

It seemed as if he had completely answered the words that he sat on.

'Lonely. '

It turned out that from this moment on, I was alone.

The heavy snow has finished falling, and the setting sun in the sky seems to be turning into dots in the night sky.

The figure disappeared bit by bit, and finally even the pool of blood on the snow was eradicated and buried.

It was as if nothing had happened, no one died here, only people were living, such as myself.

"Your Majesty...do you want to go back to the palace to rest?"

The maid who was close to her asked in a low voice, she had already lit a brazier at Ye Bingluan's feet, and brought a thick blanket specially for fear that the emotionally unstable, or particularly depressed woman would catch a cold.

But Ye Bingluan thought about it and shook his head.

"Leave first, I will sit alone."

"Yes……"

The gate of the palace on the steps, the distant sparks.

The dim light lit by the brazier seemed to be the only direction in the gradually falling darkness.

Ye Bingluan, who was sitting on a chair, looked at the Daping that had been seen from day to night, and seemed to be unable to see anything anymore.

Just can't help but think about the possibility that it won't happen again.

If the original self... hadn't ascended to the throne.

What kind of life should I live now?

She tightened the quilt, her slightly pale cheeks revealed a soft radiance, the fire was shining, but the blood color could not be restored.

If it wasn't for this throne...would he live a happy life?Maybe like those princesses who lived to the end...the new king married off in various names.

Perhaps the king of another country.

Maybe it's the dignitaries of the country.

Maybe they will give birth to a son and a half daughter, maybe... they will die in a dystocia.

Or... nothing, just growing old alone.

So what's the difference between you and your current self?

Just sitting here alone, looking at the distant stars.

"But this way... I won't meet you."

She couldn't help saying this sentence.

It seems that without thinking about it, he just said it so calmly and directly.

She herself seemed subconsciously surprised, and then smiled.

With a self-deprecating smile, he looked at the distant starlight.