Chapter 139 Gentle and crazy criticizing foreign protons (22)
The people in black were stunned.
Knowing that he would not be willing to go back today, he simply did not stop him and followed him from a distance.
But when he arrived outside the gate of Anchao City, the young man suddenly stopped again, turned around and walked back menacingly.
The people in black were so anxious that they quickly backed away.
The young man stared at them with cold eyes. Almost instantly, a blood mark appeared on each of the men in black's necks.
His hawk-like eyes were half-closed, and his tone was filled with a deep chill, "If you dare to make your own decisions, you will shed more than this amount of blood."
No one could believe that these words were spoken by a twelve-year-old boy.
"Yes!" They all knelt down on one knee.
Blood dripped down the fingertips onto the white snow, red plum blossoms bloomed, and the young man's eyes became hollow.
As if he had made a big decision, he let out a long breath and dispersed it in the cold wind.
"Let's go back."
…
Fa Pai's blackening value was fixed at 10, which was a pretty good figure. Zhu Yu didn't care about the villain for the time being, and had better find a way to get out of the palace first.
However, things are not as expected.
Emperor Zhao An failed to catch Xiao Jingzhan, so he became extremely violent and executed dozens of maids in Leng Palace in one day.
Soon, I found Zhu Yu's head.
Emperor Zhao An was sitting on the dragon chair in front of the palace, intimidating her with great power.
"I heard that you are master and apprentice?"
Zhu Yu knelt in the hall and said in a calm tone with a hint of indifference: "No."
"boom--"
Emperor Zhao An stood up and shouted angrily, "Little girl, you still have a long way to go, so don't be confused!"
The girl's eyelashes were lowered. When the coldness in them had subsided, she slowly raised her eyes and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your advice."
Not long after the confrontation between the two, Emperor Zhao And let her go.
Perhaps out of concern for Concubine Ling, Emperor Zhao And did not intend to kill her.
The imperial city was in turmoil, and the outer borders were not calm either. Emperor Zhao An disliked everyone and lost his temper at every turn.
Zhu Yu went to tutor the prince as usual, but every time he would hear the prince sighing.
When asked, Emperor Zhao An was always dissatisfied with his articles recently and kept criticizing him. Instead, he favored the third prince.
Zhu Yu took a look at what he had written and found that his writing skills had improved a lot compared to before, and his citations would be more standardized.
It was obvious that Emperor Zhao An was blaming the prince for his previous proposal to pardon all the people.
What a petty old man!
Zhu Yu comforted him softly and said: "The writing is very good, just keep it up."
"Really?"
In just a few days, Zhao Jinghe has fallen into deep self-doubt. It seems that no matter what he does, his father is not satisfied.
Maybe he is too bad.
Zhu Yu's eyes were sincere, "Really, you wrote very well."
Zhao Jinghe trusted Zhu Yu very much and felt much better when he heard her say this.
More and more strange things happened in the palace. Although Zhu Yu didn't care about life or death, when he walked on the road, he always heard that someone died yesterday and someone died today, which inevitably made him feel disgusted.
The villain is no longer in the Anchao Palace, so there is no need for her to stay.
But on New Year's Eve, something happened to Concubine Ling.
The palace was still as deserted and dark as the day she arrived, with only a dying oil lamp burning in front of the bed.
Zhu Yu knelt in front of Concubine Ling's bed and felt stiff, looking at her pale face and the bloodshot corners of her mouth... her throat seemed to be hoarse and she couldn't speak.
"Xing'er... don't cry."
Concubine Ling's voice was very weak, but extremely clear. She stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Zhu Yu's eyes, and said softly: "Remember not to shed tears casually in the future, a little girl's tears are precious... ahem... not worth it.
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Zhu Yu's vision was blurred and silent, and his face felt warm. It turned out that she was crying.
From entering the cold palace to now, Zhu Yu seems to have been living under the wings of Concubine Ling. It seems that she can easily solve everything she encounters.
I can't believe that such a powerful person will one day become as fragile as a dead leaf, as if it will break with just a little pinch.
Zhu Yu is the same as the original owner of this world. Her father does not love her mother, and Concubine Ling is the only person who treats her well. Zhu Yu is very envious of others who can act coquettishly in front of their parents, and envies those who cry without reason...
…
Concubine Ling gave all these to her.
Although she often doesn't mean what she says, she really warms Zhu Yu all the time.
The girl spoke, her voice becoming more choked up, "Mother, what happened to you?"
"Xing'er doesn't want to be alone..."
Concubine Ling reached out and touched Zhu Yu's head, "Xing'er is good, I'm just a little sleepy."
"Empress! Don't sleep yet! Then take a good look at Xing'er!"
The cold wind rushed in through the window, making people feel bitingly cold.
The tears on her face had dried, but Zhu Yu still didn't notice it. She looked at Concubine Ling nervously.
I just gave her some medicine, hoping it would wake her up.
She just took a bite of the special Chinese New Year sweet cake on the bedside table, and she would never be able to eat it again.
"sleepy……"
After Concubine Ling said these words, she fell into a deep sleep, and there was no more sound. Zhu Yu's tears couldn't stop flowing down, "Empress, don't go..."
Suddenly there was a heavy rain outside, with lightning and thunder.
The toughest tree in the courtyard finally couldn't stand the pressure of the snow and broke at the waist.
The girl knelt in front of the hall for most of the night, and finally remembered that the paper she had just found while searching for medicine was left to her by Concubine Ling.
——Xing'er, if you can, please help the prince more, but if you don't want to, I won't force you.
Ling Yuan thanks you.
Prince...
Zhu Yu suddenly realized what he was doing, and hurriedly broke out of the door, braved the heavy rain, climbed over the eaves and jumped into the East Palace, and arrested Zhao Jinghe who had just attended the New Year's Eve banquet.
"Aran? Why are you here?"
"I sent Laifu cake to Concubine Ling, have you tasted it?"
"It's the golden one. If you eat it, you will be blessed in the coming year!"
"Oh, I understand. Is Aran here to pick me up for the New Year? Well, it's very late, but I will agree to it if Aran asks."
Zhao Jinghe had a smile on his face and was very happy that she could come outside of morning classes. However, seeing that the girl was soaked all over, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Did...what happened?"
Certain images suddenly flashed through his mind. Zhu Yu's expression was not good and his eyes were cold. "His Highness sent cakes to Concubine Ling today?"
Zhao Jinghe had never seen her look like this before, so he nodded blankly.
Before he could open his mouth to explain, his vision went dark.
When he opened his eyes again, he had arrived at Concubine Ling's mourning hall.
Zhao Jinghe was a little at a loss and silently approached Zhu Yu who was kneeling in front of him, "Aran? This is..."
The girl was covered in sackcloth and her voice was hoarse, "Kneel down."
He looked at the coffin in front of him in disbelief and knelt down obediently.
How is this possible? How could a person who was fine during the day be lying in a cold coffin?
After kneeling for half a night, Zhao Jinghe was kicked out.
It was gloomy outside the palace, but compared to the desolation of Concubine Ling, other places were still filled with the joy of New Year's Eve.
The young man walked out of the door in a daze. He really couldn't understand what happened suddenly.
"Meow~"
Suddenly a kitten popped out of the flower bed, squatting on the ground and eating laifu cake happily, making happy chirping sounds.
Zhao Jinghe curled his lips slightly and walked over to touch it.
But the next moment, the cat fell to the ground and vomited blood.
The young man's pupils shrank suddenly and his whole body trembled.