Chapter 900 Never kill yourself, only die on the battlefield
Chapter 900 Never commit suicide, only die on the battlefield
Hearing the friendly voices of several people, Chu Yue felt warmth flowing through her heart.
Perhaps, the late emperor took care of Mu Qinghuang in this way.
Time is just a reincarnation.
"Your Majesty, let me handle mother's affairs. You should rest first and give me some time."
Chu Yue suppressed her surging emotions and spoke calmly.
"I do not go."
Si Yaolie said: "Ah Yue, you don't want to do anything stupid, do you?"
As soon as these words came out, the other three people suddenly became concerned and looked at Chu Yue nervously, how could he look like someone who was above ten thousand people.
Chu Yue said helplessly: "Master Imperial Master, the daughter of Marquis Zhenbei never kills herself. She will only die on the battlefield."
Si Yaolie was suddenly startled, looked at each other with Emperor Shenwu and others, and then left the secret room in perfect agreement.
With a "bang" sound, the stone door closed.
Emperor Shenwu and several important ministers sat in the imperial study, relatively silent.
Prime Minister Luo stroked his gray beard, glanced at the secret compartment leading to the secret room, took a deep breath, and then said: "Actually... everyone is remembering the Marquis of Zhenbei, only Ah Yue is missing him.
Her mother."
"This kid, eh..."
Emperor Shenwu sighed: "In the end, Shenwu owes her and the Marquis of Zhenbei."
Si Yaolie suddenly asked: "Can we still wait for the day when Lord Zhenbei wakes up?"
As soon as these words came out, several people fell silent.
In the imperial study room, there was deathly silence.
All around, you could hear the sound of a needle dropping, as if the only sound left was each other's breathing.
Ever since Zhenbeihou's accident, they had been waiting day after day, waiting for the ice coffin to drip with blood, and for Zhenbeihou's body and bones to break for the second time.
Perhaps, they each know that this day will never come.
For Zhenbei Hou, the path to bliss may be a kind of relief.
"We can still wait!"
Xiao Tianyou suddenly said loudly: "This guy still owes me two bottles of wine. If she doesn't wake up, how can she pay it back to me? She will definitely wake up! She is a mighty lion. She is just temporarily tired and needs it temporarily.
Rest! When she wakes up, my divine martial arts will be even more glorious?!"
"yes!"
Si Yaolie said: "The Marquis will definitely wake up! My Imperial Master's house is brewing the Marquis' favorite wine every year, and he is still waiting for her to drink it!"
Emperor Shenwu drank a cup of hibiscus tea and smiled peacefully.
He never gave up.
...
Inside the secret room, a faint smell of blood flowed in the sky.
Chu Yue pushed away the ice coffin and gently held Mu Qinghuang's hand.
And a ray of divine consciousness in Shennong's space also floated in front of the ice coffin.
Chu Yue used Shen Nong's power to wash away all the blood. The person in the ice coffin was still clean, but his cheeks were whiter.
A wisp of Mu Qinghuang's consciousness floated around, then he lowered his eyes and glanced at the ice coffin, and suddenly pointed at the corner of his eye.
"What's wrong?" Chu Yue's heart skipped a beat and she raised her head and asked.
"I have three wrinkles." Mu Qinghuang frowned.
Chu Yue: "..."
For a moment, she was speechless. Shennong's power seemed to have no effect on wrinkles...
Maybe there is, but when I practiced Shennong Technique before, I subconsciously ignored it and thought it was useless and useless.
If she had known this, she would have practiced well.
"Fortunately, it's not obvious."
Chu Yue hesitated for a while and comforted her.
Mu Qinghuang remained silent, lowering her head and staring at herself in the ice coffin. After staring at each other for a long time, she suddenly felt a headache and many messy memories appeared in her mind.
Like a broken mirror that cannot be restored to its integrity, she could only see a few thrilling scenes in fragments, but she didn't know the whole story.
Chu Yue noticed something was wrong with Mu Qinghuang and immediately went to help Mu Qinghuang, but her hand could only pass through Mu Qinghuang's light and shadow body without any substantial touch.
Chu Yue's movements froze and she looked dazed for a moment.
"Are you in pain?" Chu Yue asked worriedly, a little at a loss.
Mu Qinghuang closed her eyes and endured the pain.
After a while, she opened her eyes and stared at Chu Yue solemnly.
"Xiao Chu, I saw some pictures."
Mu Qinghuang said: "If I read it correctly, you may have an older brother or younger brother."
She only saw in those broken pictures that she gave birth to a boy.
The little boy had a cold face when he was born. He was spanked a few times on his buttocks before he cried a few times impatiently.
In her memory, there was a man in rich clothes holding her hand tightly, his eyes full of love.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see the man's face clearly, as if it was covered by a thick veil.
"Brother? Younger brother?"
Chu Yue was completely stunned. She had never thought of such a thing, and her mood at the moment was very complicated.
Judging from everything she knew, her keen intuition told her that the scene Mu Qinghuang saw was probably earlier, but after leaving Mu Mansion in Beizhou.
It is more likely to be an elder brother than a younger brother.
"Mother, do you know Beizhou Mu Mansion?" Chu Yue asked tentatively.
At that time, Guiyue Palace inherited the Blood Glaze, and old uncle Mu Shanhe and his two uncles were there, but Mu Qinghuang's consciousness did not show any emotion.
"Beizhou Mu Mansion? Is it the general family of Shenmai Jiuzhou?"
Mu Qinghuang said: "I have heard a little bit about it."