When the morning sun rose slowly the next day, the man in the East Palace put on the dragon robe woven with gold threads and stepped up the ten thousand-foot staircase elegantly and dignifiedly.
The palace is deep, the red carpet is paved, and underneath the splendor and splendor, there is so much blood dripping from the bones.
The two gilded and vermillion-lacquered doors in the Jinluan Palace were opened by two palace slaves wearing navy blue clothes. The rising sun was rising like fire. The ninety-five-year-old man stepped across the threshold and crushed a room full of light. He was among the civil and military officials.
Walk through it and board the Jiuchong Palace.
At the top of the ancient world, a new dragon seems to have bitten the old master of the king of beasts alive. The glory of the king must be shed with blood.
Qing Ge stood at the head of the hundred officials, side by side with Ye Qingtian. She looked at Bei Yue's new king indifferently, with a cold look in her eyes.
Beihuang walked up the nine-beaded white jade steps with the hem of his robe fluttering slightly. He turned around and faced the officials. The moment he sat down on the dragon throne, all the officials bowed their bodies and shouted, "My emperor is mighty."
At the same time, under the dark sky of the palace, the Beiyue Emperor lay helplessly on the ground with his limbs pierced by iron ropes and bound in all directions.
His eyes were crippled and his tongue was pulled out. Now he has no choice but to commit suicide. For the rest of his life, he can only suffer from this torture for decades.
His ears moved slightly, and he seemed to hear the movement outside the prison. Hundreds of officials were congratulating the new emperor on his ascension to the throne. The whole world was celebrating with great joy. No one could remember that under that dark hell, there was an emperor who became a prisoner.
The sound of dark footsteps sounded, making people feel even more creepy in the empty cell.
The cell door was opened, and the sound of the iron door rubbing against its corners was deafening.
The Beiyue Emperor, who was lying like a dead dog, finally made some movement. The iron chain rubbed against the ground and made a loud sound. The Beiyue Emperor climbed up from the ground with difficulty. The lame wolf was thirsty and panicked. He stretched out a pair of
hands stained with blood,
He grabbed the person who came, and when his hand touched the person's face, Beiyue Huang's hand suddenly froze. He was in ragged clothes and unkempt. He suddenly put down his hand and wanted to walk back and escape, but there were four iron bars.
The chains tied him tightly.
"This strong aromatic wine from the Western Regions was a tribute from the year before last."
The woman's voice sounded indifferently, "I have always been reluctant to drink it. I thought that when my descendants are full in the future and you retire, we can find a quiet place and drink this wine."
With a wry smile, the woman added: "But now it seems that if I don't drink, I won't have a chance in the future."
The woman is dressed in plain white clothes and has noble jade. Her black hair is half tied, and the end of her sandalwood steps is inlaid with an obsidian. A few strands of broken hair hang down in front of her forehead, covering her silent and cold eyes.
Yun Yuexia placed the glazed jade plate on the ground and sat down cross-legged casually, her brows and eyes looking gentle and calm.
She picked up the wine glass, poured tea into the cup, then picked up the Xuanji wine glass, smelled the wine, squinted her eyes in enjoyment, handed it to Bei Yue Emperor, and said, "Let's have a drink."
The aromatic wine from the Western Regions is famous for its tastelessness. The aroma is so strong that one can smell it even from ten miles away. But when it enters the throat, it passes through the throat and enters the abdomen like cold water. There is no taste at all. However, after waiting for a while,
An hour later, after passing through the intestines and stomach, the alcohol's potency is fully aroused, making people drunk.
Beiyue Huang took a few steps back. He was so dirty that he wanted to find a crack to get in.
The woman in front of him was the one he had married into the imperial city with red makeup. Although he had deliberately approached her from the beginning, just to win over the Yun family's heart, it was not until the Yun family's complete decline that he became obsessed with this woman after the Sixth Palace.
I never cared about it again.
Now he is no longer the noble emperor. He is actually afraid of her seeing how miserable he is.
Seeing that Bei Yue Huang didn't make any move, the woman curled her lips and smiled warmly, and took a sip of the strong aromatic wine from the Western Regions in the Xuanji cup.
She lowered her head and said with a smile: "The night when Qingge was imprisoned, I observed the sky and performed divination, and found that the majesty of the king on your destiny star was dimmed, and the great evil of Qingge's destiny stone
The omen actually turned the danger into safety, I know that the master of Beiyue Jiangshan is about to change."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I am now a fortune teller, a fortune teller exclusively for Ye Qingge." Yun Yuexia put down the Xuanji wine glass and smiled lightly.
After being silent for a long time, Beiyue Emperor suddenly went crazy and rushed towards Yun Yuexia.
Yun Yuexia remained calm and expressionless, looking like a wise man. She poured the wine from the pot, and the sound of the wine falling into the cup was heard. The Beiyue Emperor rushed in front of Yun Yuexia and wanted to slap Yun Yuexia.
He hit it, but it froze in mid-air.
Yun Yuexia put down the gilt wine pot, picked up the Xuanji cup, and fed Beiyue Emperor herself.
Bei Yue Huang did not drink, the wine flowed down his bloody chin.
The woman was not angry. After all the wine was empty, she put down the glass, stood up, faced Beiyue Emperor, and said: "If God does evil, you can't violate it; if you do evil, you can't ignore it. Everything you do now is for your own sake."
It’s a gift, and you can’t blame others.”
She once admired his bright clothes and angry horses that traveled through life and death, but in the end she hated his ruthless, cruel and cunning strategies.
Footsteps sounded again. In the dark cell, Beiyue Emperor was decadent and depressed. The iron chains were rubbing through the recessed wall holes.
The Beiyue Emperor fell down in front of the glass jade plate and knocked over the Xuanji wine glass. He was blind, his hands were trembling as he reached forward, hurriedly picked up the wine bottle, put the spout to his mouth, and poured it all into his throat.
, a glistening line of wine slid down from the corner of the lips.
The coolness stimulated the internal organs and the tongue that had just been pulled out. The Beiyue Emperor opened his mouth wide and smiled hoarsely.
He fell down onto the cold ground, his laughter gradually disappearing.
He suddenly remembered that when he was critically ill, the doctor said that the poisonous blood should be replaced with human blood. Ye Jingfeng stood up without hesitation and said to use mine.
Later, when he was on the battlefield, he was surrounded and suppressed. Regardless of the objections of the soldiers of the three armies, Ye Jingfeng came to his side alone with a big sword, protected him, and fought his way out of the encirclement.
Throughout the night, his body was covered with bruises and bruises due to the night terror, but he was safe and sound.
When he was young and in his prime, he was raped by his prince in the school palace. He suffered from night terrors and beat the noble prince until his nose was bruised and his face was so swollen that he could not get out of bed for half a month.
He said, I am not dead yet, and it is not your turn to take action against my brothers.
Although the late emperor was angry, due to his friendship with Ye Qingtian, he was also sincerely happy with the young man Ye Jingfeng, so he deliberately punished him to stay in seclusion for three months.
He was so anxious that he knelt outside the royal study, wanting to be punished together with Ye Jingfeng. The late emperor refused, but secretly appreciated his love and justice.
After that, for three whole months, Ye Jingfeng read boring books in a humid room, and he also knelt outside the royal study room for three months.
This is a good story. The irresistible friendship between the two makes men all over the world yearn for it and make their blood boil.
This is the true spirit and heroic spirit of the heroes in the world.