Xiao Qiluo looked towards the edge of the pool, and sure enough, she saw a person flopping vigorously in the water, with only half of his head above the water. She was about to drown, and her expression changed -
"Little brother, save him quickly, he is about to die!"
Xiao Qiluo quickly grabbed Wu Yazi and ran towards the pool——
"Wait a minute, we are here to rescue you!"
Wu Yazi followed Xiao Qiluo to the edge of the pool and glanced at the clean pair of precious boots on the shore.
"Brother, save him."
Xiao Qiluo patted Wu Yazi's hand and urged, why is the duck so slow and slow?
Wu Yazi did not rush to rescue Nan Wuchu, but sat down calmly, looked at Na Wuchu splashing in the water, and said -
"Don't worry, he won't die."
Xiao Qiluo was stunned after hearing what he said. She pointed at Nan Wuchu and said, "Why won't he die? He is about to sink."
"I bet he won't sink. Do you want to bet me?"
Wu Yazi's cool eyes glanced at the man who was working diligently and constantly, and said leisurely.
It was obvious that as soon as his words came out, the man really sank a long distance this time.
"Really? Okay! Then let's make a bet. If he is about to drown, you will take action."
Xiao Qiluo sat down next to Wu Yazi and kept the same posture as him, looking at Nan Wuchu in the pool.
"..." Xiao Shun, who was standing behind them, was almost dying of anxiety. This book boy was really no ordinary person. Princess Changle even spoke in the same tone as the book boy.
Oh no, no, no, this time the young prince is going to be embarrassed.
But what should I do?
Nan Wuchu in the pool listened to the conversation between Wu Yazi and Xiao Qiluo, and he was so angry that he almost sank into the water.
Stinky book boy!
Stinky book boy!!!
"Hey, you're right, he really won't die. It's been so long and he hasn't sunk yet." Xiao Qiluo tilted her head and looked at Wu Yazi with admiration, "You saw it really accurately.
"
Wuya remained expressionless and said, "Besides, he will get up by himself soon, do you believe it or not?"
"Stupid book boy!!!"
So shady!
Sure enough, as soon as Wu Yazi finished speaking, Nan Wuchu suddenly jumped out of the pool.
He was soaked all over and in a miserable state, and his jet-black hair was in a mess and clinging to both sides of his face.
The perfect image was destroyed in one moment!
"( ⊙o⊙ ) Wow." Qiluo looked at Nan Wuchu, then at Wuya, and gave him a thumbs up, "You are really amazing, you can predict things like a god."
"...little fairy..." Nan Wuchu was about to vomit blood. He performed hard, but the book boy took advantage of him and was greatly praised by the fairy.
He carried his soaked robe and walked barefoot towards Xiao Qiluo and Wu Yazi step by step——
"You are all wet..." Xiao Qiluo said.
"I'm so cold. Can you let me go to your palace to warm yourself by the fire? The place I live is too far away from here... ah sneeze..."
As he said this, Nan Wuchu actually sneezed.
"Boom..." At this time, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and a huge thunder sounded, indicating that it was going to rain heavily.
"Brother, should we let him go?" Xiao Qiluo looked at Nan Wuchu and turned to seek Wu Yazi's opinion.
"Okay." Wu Yazi agreed generously.
"Then come quickly and follow me and my brother." Xiao Qiluo stood up, took Wu Yazi's hand, and walked towards Huaqing Hall.
"Hey, little fairy, you are mistaken. I am the oldest, so I am the elder brother, and he is the younger brother."
Nan Wuchu was so unhappy. Why did the little fairy trust the book boy so much?
"He is my brother, not yours." Xiao Qiluo said.
"Then you also have to call me brother..." Nan Wuchu picked up his shoes and followed after a few steps and said.
"No, I have nothing to do with you. I only recognize my little brother." Xiao Qiluo refused without hesitation.
"... Then you can call me big brother, I am older than him." Nan Wuchu said as he walked with them.
"don't want……"
"..."
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A sudden heavy rain shrouded the entire palace in darkness.
This rain was so heavy, even heavier than last year when Liusu and Qiluo were forced to leave the palace with Hitomi Zhuye.
It seems like God is going to pour out all the rain at once.
Outside the Wenhua Hall, a woman wearing a purple cigarette shirt stood stubbornly in the heavy rain. The raindrops hit her thin body mercilessly, and the cigarette shirt wrapped her body.
Her face was covered with rainwater, dripping down her chin, but her eyes did not blink.
"Empress... Empress, please go back... If you keep getting wet like this, you will get sick." Lan'er, Xingbai, and Xiaohe were all anxious.
The Queen has been standing outside the Emperor's Wenhua Palace since this morning, motionless for several hours.
Suddenly, there was a heavy rain in the sky, and she was still standing here stupidly.
But the emperor didn't even come out. They all felt sorry for the queen.
"Queen..."
No matter how the maids shouted, she stood motionless.
The expression on his face was extremely determined, and his small and thin body seemed to be exuding huge power, which made people feel so sacred.
"Pa..." There was a burst of lightning in the sky, which seemed to split the heaven and earth apart. It was so terrifying.
Immediately afterwards, a heavier rainstorm came, as if the palace would be flooded overnight.
Liusu's body was crumbling in the heavy rain.
"Well..."
In the Wenhua Palace, Emperor Zhuyao was vomiting blood constantly. The golden dragon robe was stained with bright red and dazzling blood, and even the cherry blossom trees were stained with blood drops.
"emperor!!"
"Brother Royal!!"
Several people rushed to help him.
"Lisu...is...still...out there?" He held up his huge body, dipped it in, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and asked.
"...I'm here and haven't left."
Why is this girl so stubborn?
His heart ached even more.
He has no way to give her happiness, no way to stay with her forever, no way to accompany her well and protect her for the rest of her life.
"Find a way to let her go back." Emperor Zhuyao said in a deep voice, with deep fatigue in his eyes.
"But the queen...has been unwilling to leave."
Xiaobao said awkwardly.
"Well..."
Just as Emperor Zhuyao was about to speak, the air rushed up from his chest again, and he spit out blood again, spraying on the desk——
Pens, inks, paper, inkstones, books, and pen holders are all stained with his blood.
He staggered two steps and held the edge of the table tightly with his hands.