Xiao Chengyi touched Mu Yunan's head, and then said: "Let's go, the people sent by His Majesty have left, and we don't have to stay here anymore. Your eyes are red from crying. I'll boil some water for you and apply it." Apply it to save swelling."
Mu Yun'an felt warm in her heart as she listened to his caring words. She raised her head and kissed him on the cheek: "Brother Yi, it's great to have you."
If it weren't for Xiao Chengyi, today's funeral would have come true. Although Shenchi could not be saved, it was already a good ending compared to the previous life.
Xiao Chengyi didn't say anything, he smiled slightly, her shadow reflected in his eyes, his eyes were long and gentle.
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It's night at Fahua Temple.
Yuan Hao took the medicine and rested early, but he had an extremely uneasy sleep tonight. He dreamed of Shen Chi and Mu Xuechu, and dreamed that they turned into ghosts and pinched his neck.
He was suffocating in his dream, and suddenly he heard a bang as the wind blew open the closed window.
Yuan Hao opened his eyes suddenly and sat up suddenly. He was breathing heavily and there were beads of sweat on his forehead and back. When the wind blew, he felt a biting coldness.
"comprehensive."
Yuan Hao shouted hoarsely, but no one responded outside. He frowned and shouted again, and then there was a whooshing sound outside the window.
He looked up and saw a ghost reflected in the shadow outside the window. The ghost was clearly Shen Chi's face. His face was still stained with blood and he was looking at him ferociously.
Yuan Hao was shocked, huddled in the corner of the bed and shouted: "Come here, come quickly."
The ghostly figure rushed in from the window, and Yuan Hao heard a shrill voice coming from his ears: "Hunjun, take your life."
"No, no!"
Yuan Hao waved his hands to drive away the ghost, but the sounds in his ears became clearer and clearer. There were men and women, laughing and crying.
The ghostly shadows in front of me kept changing along with those sounds.
There is Shenchi, Mu Xuechu, his imperial brother Yuan Chen, and Ye Jialan who died beyond recognition in the fire.
They rushed towards him one by one, shouting his name and asking him to pay for it with his life.
"Go away, go away, I am the emperor, I am not afraid of you, I am not afraid of you!"
Yuan Hao shouted hysterically, but he put the quilt over his head, trembling all over.
At the same time, a group of will-o'-the-wisps floated in the night sky in Fahua Temple. Some timid ladies screamed in fright. The whole temple was in chaos and people were panicked.
Yuan Shuolin and Yan Jingxuan were on patrol at night. When they saw the ghost flying towards the courtyard where His Majesty lived, they chased after it.
When the door opened, they saw Yuan Hao covering himself in the quilt, struggling and shouting: "Don't come over, don't come over, go away!"
Yuan Shuo looked shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly walked over: "Father."
He lifted the quilt and saw Yuan Hao with a look of horror in his eyes, looking up at the sky and waving his hands: "Go away, go away."
When Yuan Shuo saw that something was wrong, he hurriedly said: "Quickly call the imperial physician."
Soon Feng Changling rushed over. He took a silver needle and pricked Yuan Hao's sleeping point to make him fall asleep. Then he put him on the bed and took his pulse.
Yuan Shuo waited anxiously at the side. Seeing Feng Changling not moving for a long time, he couldn't help but ask: "Father, what happened to him?"
Feng Changling withdrew his hand and said: "Your Majesty's pulse is normal and there is nothing wrong with it."
Yuan Shuolin frowned and said, "There's nothing wrong with that. How do you explain the situation that my father just had?"