His wrist was suddenly held, and Yan Buhuan lowered his head in surprise. The hand was so thin that it looked like a dead person.
Xuanyuan Si looked at her quietly, his eyes sometimes clear and sometimes cloudy, as if a very sleepy person could fall asleep anytime and anywhere.
Yan Buhuan knelt down with a pop and held his hand: "Xuanyuan Si... I have found the Bodhi Seed. Why don't you... wait for me."
Xuanyuan Si shook his head gently. He didn't have much strength anymore. Since the assassination, his life was counting down every day, and the imperial doctors were helpless.
He knows what it means that the end is approaching.
"I wanted to wait for you to come back and draw a few more brochures of courtesan for me... I'm afraid I can't read them now..."
After he finished speaking, he laughed: "Fortunately... there is it under the pillow, please bring it to me to see."
Yan Buhuan couldn't cry, so what should she do? She was afraid that if she turned around, Xuanyuan Si would close her eyes forever and be unable to wake up.
"Go quickly-" he urged.
Yan Buhuan had no choice but to take it to him as quickly as possible.
Xuanyuan Si was as anxious as a monkey, but when he stretched out his hand halfway, he stopped moving.
Then the whole arm drooped down.
Bang bang, the picture album landed.
…
At this time, two people rushed in through the door.
Xuanyuan Mu, Yan Xitong.
From the looks of it, they didn't seem to alarm anyone.
Yan Xitong glanced at the man leaning on the bed and quickly walked up to check.
Yan Buhuan stood motionless, extremely frustrated.
Suddenly, she came back to her senses: "Senior, you promised me that you would do something for me."
"There's still help." Yan Xitong didn't even look back.
She couldn't believe it: "Can he be saved?"
"Of course." Yan Xitong vowed: "You go out, you stay."
He pointed at Xuanyuan Mu.
…
All the imperial doctors were helpless, but Yan Xitong said they could save her.
Yan Buhuan waited outside the door for three days and three nights without rest. On the fourth day, Xuanyuan Mu came out first, followed by Xuanyuan Si.
But Yan Xitong was nowhere to be found.
The two looked at each other and walked to both sides without saying a word.
It feels like one person can't wait to get rid of the other person.
Yan Buhuan didn't know which one to follow.
Suddenly, Xuanyuan Mu turned around and said, "If you don't follow me, the dumplings are waiting for us to go home for dinner."
Yan Buhuan was startled, this tone was clearly that of Jiao Li.
But Xuanyuan Si had already gone far away. I heard that the emperor knew that he was awake and hurriedly summoned him to the palace to meet the emperor.
Judging from the strong back, Xuanyuan Si has recovered to health.
Yan Buhuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Before leaving, she left the Bodhi seed behind.
Ten days later, the emperor issued an edict to abdicate in favor of Xuanyuan Si, and the whole country rejoiced.
Xuanyuan Mu was deprived of his royal title and demoted to a commoner.
"From now on, there will be no Xuanyuan Mu." Jiao Li hugged Yan Buhuan with a domineering look on his face.
Yan Buhuan looked at him in the sunshine strangely: "Where is Xuanyuan Mu?"
"he's gone."
People who have been deprived of titles should not stay in the imperial city, so Jiao Li packed his things as quickly as possible, and on the first day after Xuanyuan Si ascended the throne, he left Xuanyuan Kingdom with his son and Yan Buhuan and returned to Tianji Palace.
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When night fell, Xuanyuan Si gently opened the door, and the moonlight immediately poured in.
The ground was silvery white.
A cool breeze blew in, and a booklet made a clattering sound.
It turns out that the picture album full of *** has never been picked up.
At this time, the pages were turned by the wind.
Countless beautiful faces flashed by, and the last page stopped.
That is a unhappy face.
Xuanyuan Si watched in silence, then bent down to pick it up without saying a word, tore off the last page, folded it carefully and put it into his arms.
