Yu Wuxia has always been the kind of person to discuss matters as they arise. Although he had just solved the doubts of the prophet, prompting him to order the funeral.
However, he did not forget Hua Xuanji's instructions.
He pursed his lips and moved forward slightly. Yu Wuxia was about to speak to the prophet when he heard the prophet say in a deep voice: "The little eunuch who went to report Hua Xuanji's reaction has already told me. I know what you want to say. In fact, To me, this throne is just an empty shelf. It has nothing to do with me whether I sit or not. But you have to understand that since we are sitting here, we must sit well. It is not for anything else. It is just to do it. I am worthy of the responsibility I feel."
"But..." Hua Xuanji is innocent. Yu Wuxia opened her mouth. The next few words were blocked by the prophet.
"Hua Xuanji, I will send someone to seal all the news. You go and prepare. The coffin should be more gorgeous, but the ceremony should be more low-key. Move the coffin to Qingguang Temple first, and order everyone to go there to worship. Remember. You must You have to be low-key, but you can’t lose the nobility of Yehua as the prince.”
He swallowed slightly. Yu Wuxia's face turned pale slightly. After much hesitation, he nodded.
By chance, the two secret guards had already packed up their things and walked over quickly carrying shovels.
"Go back to the Emperor. Your Majesty, everything has been taken care of."
"That's good. Go back to the palace." The prophet bit his lip.
Suddenly, a strange smell floated in the air, adding a touch of strangeness to the familiarity.
The prophet stopped as if he was electrocuted. He stood motionless.
"What's wrong?" Yu Wuxia turned back in confusion and stretched out her hand to signal the two secret guards to continue moving forward, while she stayed by the prophet's side.
He sniffed hard, but couldn't smell the smell again. The prophet raised his eyebrows doubtfully, and calmly replied to Yu Wuxia: "It's okay. Maybe I've been too nervous recently."
"That's right. Father, you'd better have a good sleep after going to court. You haven't closed your eyes all day and night."
"I hope I can sleep well."
Yu Wuxia said as she slowly walked towards the carriage with the prophet.
When the prophet was about to step into the carriage, he paused for a moment, frowned, and looked back meaningfully at the grave that had been dug up and re-added.
He closed his eyes weakly and got into the carriage.
With the mist and rain getting smaller and smaller, the carriage began to drive slowly. The horses' hooves stepped into the soil, making a dragging sound.
A splash of mud stars.
When the carriage slowly turned into a small black dot, a corner of red clothes flashed out from behind the tree.
He curled his lips slightly. The deep voice was full of dissatisfaction:
"Damn it. This is a new incense."
The master of Meimen behind him raised his eyebrows feebly and said coldly to the low figure: "What should we do? They don't obey our words."
The scent washed away by the rain was very messy. She couldn't help but tighten her nose.
"Hehehe." The voice returned to its usual low and hoarse tone. The Meimen Sect Master raised his head unintentionally, but saw a look of ruthlessness in that man's eyes.
"Since you don't do it, you have to pay the price. You said, let the emperor make a fool of himself in front of the people. What will be the consequences?" A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Since he betrayed me, I will tell him to betray the world."
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The morning sun was very warm. It gave Yehua a tingling feeling on his body.
Yehua slightly flashed her eyelashes as long as butterfly wings. Yehua slowly propped up his body with his hands.
As expected, it was as A Liang said. Her so-called master's medicine was really useful.
Within a few weeks, the injuries on his body had completely recovered, and walking around was no longer a problem.
Just as he sat up straight, the door was pushed open with a crash. Then, a figure threw himself into his arms.
Yehua was startled. A flash of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he still put his arms around her.
In a low tone: "What's wrong?"
Ah Liang stretched out his hands and grabbed Ye Hua's back tightly. He twisted his clothes heavily with both hands. He hid in his arms and trembled like a frightened cat.
"I had a nightmare. I dreamed of..." After a long time, Ah Liang slowly raised his head. A pair of charming eyes were shining with crystal tears, but he hesitated to speak.
Yehua's eyes raised slightly. A smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth: "What did you dream about?"
"I dreamed that you left me..." Ah Liang's words were extremely aggrieved. A few tears were about to burst out of his eyes. Unspeakable grievance.
This kind of look.
Yehua's body trembled slightly. The sight of a woman in red could not help but appear in front of his eyes. However, her face was full of stubbornness, but her facial features could not be clearly seen.
The fingers that wanted to cover Ah Liang's face stopped. Yehua curled his lips weakly and said in a deep voice: "You are overthinking. Dreams and reality are different."
Seeing Ye Hua like this, Ah Liang curled his lips slightly: "Maybe. I think it's because I have been in this ravine for a long time that I have random thoughts."
Yehua didn't say anything. He just nodded slightly in cooperation.
"How about." As if he remembered something, Ah Liang raised his head with some surprise and met Ye Hua's face: "You take me out of the mountain to take a look. Anyway, your health is almost better. You Look at you, you've been cuddling in this bed, maybe you won't even leave."
What Ah Liang said did make sense. Yehua thought for a moment and asked in a deep voice: "Where's the master's side?"
"I'll go talk to the master." Ah Liang wiped away his tears and showed a satisfied smile.
"Then you agree."
"Okay." Yehua's answer was still neither cold nor indifferent. Ah Liang lowered his eyes slightly and replied calmly: "The medicine seems to be ready. I'll bring it to you."
After saying that, he walked out without waiting for Yehua to reply.
As soon as he walked into the backyard, Ah Liang's whole face drooped, and he stepped on the ants under his feet in defeat.
"If they are all trampled to death, use your blood to feed me another batch." The voice was still deep, and he calmly played with the little snake in his hand.
She let the little snake wrap around her body, climb up on it, and even spit out its scarlet core towards her face.
He smiled quietly, with a hint of sarcasm in his words: "Why, he didn't promise you."
"I agree, I agree." Ah Liang sat feebly on the stool beside the medicine stove. Even though it was such a simple action, he did it in a very charming way.
"Don't confuse me with your skills. I'm not interested in you." The woman put the golden python in her hand back into her sleeve. "It's okay if you agree. Then why are you struggling here."
Lifting his chin slightly, there was no smile on Ah Liang's face:
"Look, it's been almost half a month. If it were another man, he would have been obedient and obedient to me. But look at him. He has a cold face. It's better not to smile than to speak. I was the one who said a lot, and he just responded with the same sentence. He still answered whatever he asked. It was so boring."
"Yo." The woman stood up and filtered the medicine from the medicine jar into a bowl. "You look like this. You seem to be in love with her."
"Stop teasing me. How could I be emotionally attracted to him? Men don't have any good things. Just treat him as a challenge. When things are done, there will be no shortage of things."
"Of course." The woman smiled very covertly. She stretched out her hand and handed the thing in her hand to Ah Liang.
"I don't know if this medicine has any effect." Ah Liang stood up slowly. He came closer to the medicine bowl and smelled it again and again. He slightly stuck out the tip of his tongue. He was about to taste it, but was hit by a gust of wind from his palm.
Without noticing, the medicine bowl returned to the woman's hand.
After experiencing such a big turmoil, not a drop of the medicine was spilled. It was kept intact in the woman's hand.
"What are you doing?" Ah Liang seemed to be quite frightened. He stretched out his hand and patted his chest slightly. He asked in surprise.
"Do you think you will never be able to do without me?" The woman's eyes were cold and the smile on her lips was a bit disdainful.
"You...this medicine..." Ah Liang stared at the medicine bowl in the woman's hand in surprise. Her charming face turned pale.
"It's good to know. There's no need to ask any more questions." The woman put the medicine bowl into Ah Liang's hand again. "Go. He should be anxious." After saying that, she waved her sleeves and lay down leisurely. On the deck chair under the big tree.
The bowl of medicine was no longer as light as before. Wan Yao stared at the bowl of medicine for a moment. It seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms.
She finally understood why this woman was so confident. Why she made sure that Yehua couldn't do anything to her even if she regained her memory.
If she guessed correctly, what should be in this medicine is opium poppy.
An addictive flower.
He slowly opened the door to Yehua's room. Ah Liang's face was still frighteningly white, and his forehead was even covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.
Of course, this tiny detail did not escape Yehua's eyes. When he took the medicine bowl, he also noticed that Liang's palm was as cold as ice.
He quickly asked slowly: "What's going on?"
"Ah." Ah Liang had been thinking deeply about the fact that there was something in the medicine. When Ye Hua asked him, he suddenly shivered.
Then he reacted and quickly smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay. I just thought that we were going out. I was a little excited."
"Really?" Yehua raised his eyebrows in doubt. He put the medicine close to his mouth without saying a word.
"Ah, wait a minute." Ah Liang interrupted suddenly. He was out of breath and seemed to be in a hurry when he spoke.
"What's wrong? You're acting strange today." Yehua put down the medicine bowl and reached out to hold Ah Liang's cold palm.
"It's okay. It's okay. I just want to say that Master promised us to go out." A Liang stretched out his hand and scratched his hair and said with a smile.
"That's a good thing. Look at you." He found that Ah Liang's sweat had soaked her hair. By some strange coincidence, Yehua slowly stretched out his hand. As if he was used to this action, he slowly touched Ah Liang's hand. The hanging strands of hair were pinned back.