Everyone walked out of the courtyard, but suddenly their feet stopped.
Wait, that’s not right! That jar is wrong!
Yan Chengyuan turned around and rushed in, pushing half of the altar wall open. Tang Shiyue rolled out, still holding the hilt of the sword in her hand. When she noticed the light, she trembled suddenly, opened her eyes, and subconsciously held up her hand.
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Yan Chengyuan said anxiously: "Yue'er? Yue'er doesn't need to be afraid!"
Tang Shiyue stared at him with wide eyes, her face was pale and her eyes were extremely dark and extremely big. Her whole body was covered in juice, smelly, dirty, and in a miserable state.
Yan Chengyuan gritted his teeth, hurriedly took off his robe and wrapped her up, "Is it okay?"
"No, it's okay," Tang Shiyue trembled, trying to smile at him, but she couldn't, so she just said: "Wei Xin?"
Yan Chengyuan said: "He was rescued."
Tang Shiyue nodded, only to feel that his whole body suddenly collapsed, and his whole body slid down.
Yan Chengyuan quickly bent down to support her, hesitated, and then picked her up.
It was too dangerous, it was really too dangerous! She actually poked the pickle with her sword, blocking the gap, and created a situation where the virtual was real and the real was virtual.
He is so bold! He is also really quick-witted, and no one can help but admire him.
He carried Tang Shiyue out, and after walking a short distance, he saw many people approaching in a hurry. Emperor Ming Yan, who was leading the way, was still wearing a dragon robe: "How is Yue'er?"
Tang Shiyue burst into tears instantly and opened her arms to him: "Aye! Aye!"
Emperor Ming Yan took the person over. Seeing her like this, he was really distressed and angry: "In the capital of Dayan, under my nose, someone dares to treat my daughter like this! Check it out for me! Check it out!
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Tang Shiyue hugged Emperor Ming Yan's neck tightly, and then felt at ease. He tilted his head and fainted.
When she woke up again, her body had been washed clean, the room was warm, and the soothing incense was burning.
Tang Shiyue composed himself, and the situation just now came into his mind like rumination.
She started to tremble suddenly and murmured: "Aye! Aye!"
Emperor Ming Yan rushed in: "Aye is here! Yue'er is not afraid! Don't be afraid!"
Tang Shiyue was so scared that her whole body trembled. She opened her hands like a child and asked for a hug. Emperor Ming Yan took her into his arms and patted her back gently.
Tang Shiyue murmured: "I, I killed someone... Aye, I'm afraid, I killed someone..."
She was shaking into a ball, and it seemed like she couldn't stop crying.
That feeling seemed to have grown in my brain. As soon as I closed my eyes, I could see the big man's huge head. He arched his body, arched it desperately, and then... suddenly fell down.
There was a loud thud...
Tang Shiyue let out a low cry, buried her face in Emperor Ming Yan's arms, and kept shaking.
Emperor Ming Yan stroked her back: "Don't be afraid! I, Yue'er, am not afraid, Aye is here! Those are all desperadoes, they deserve to be killed, they deserve to die! Yue'er doesn't need to worry..."
The doctor from outside quickly came in and checked her pulse. Both of her hands were bruised by the rope and had been bandaged, but at that time, she felt no pain at all.
Tang Shiyue managed to calm down after a long while and asked: "Aye, where is Weixin?"
"She is fine," Emperor Ming Yan said, "I have also sent several imperial doctors to look after her. She is fine and will not die."
Tang Shiyue nodded, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep again.
As soon as Emperor Ming Yan came out, he sternly warned everyone, "Whoever dares to let Yue'er know about those common people, I want his head!"
Everyone bowed their heads and obeyed the order.
There is a small village on the south bank. Fortunately, it is close. Many people come to Deshan Garden to work. There are not many people in the village, but even so, one died and another was seriously injured.
Tang Shiyue must not have thought of it at the time. If she found out, she would probably feel guilty again.
Tang Shiyue suffered from this cold. She had a high fever and was groggy. She woke up from nightmares again and again, as if the imperial concubine was holding her hand, tears dripping on her face, and saying to her over and over again, "No."
Yue'er is not afraid of the rope, there is no rope anymore!"
It seemed that Emperor Ming Yan was angrily scolding someone: "There are such desperadoes in the capital, and you don't know anything about it!"
"Yueyue, don't be afraid! Brother is here!"
"A-Sister! A-Sister! A-Yang protects you!"
"Yue'er, I really wish I could take my own life..."
Many people came and went, and there was so much confusion that it was difficult to distinguish between true and false.
After staying up for two days, the fever subsided, but I was still feeling hazy and felt like I was sleeping even when I was awake.
She never expected that she, Tang Pan'an... would be so ungrateful.
She remembered that back then, she acted in a sadistic drama, in which the heroine killed her stepfather. At that time, everyone said that she acted well and that she was perfect in the drama... She also always felt that such a scumbag should be killed easily.
Yes, there is nothing to be afraid of!
However, after she actually killed someone, she understood that the feeling was like a knife stabbing in your brain, it was so profound and terrifying.
She felt that she would never forget this feeling in her life.
When she could barely stand up, Weibo supported her and went to see Weixin.
When she went there, Weixin was sleeping deeply, with no blood on her face, and she was as gray as if... she was about to die.
According to the imperial doctor, life can still be saved.
As for the rest...she didn't dare to ask any more questions.
When Emperor Ming Yan came to see her, she was completely miserable.
Emperor Ming Yan coaxed her softly: "If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later... Besides, Yue'er is a little lucky girl, so she can't make any more troubles. Ah Ye's heart really can't stand your troubles."
He touched her head and said, "How about I find a small group of actors for you when Aye comes back and sing a few words to relieve your boredom?"
"No," Tang Shiyue said in a low voice, "Aye, don't ever give me anyone again... People say that I am the Queen of Fortune, but those who follow me will not end well. There is Ding Jiu in front of me, and there is Ding Jiu in the back.
You are slightly happy..."
Emperor Ming Yan became angry at that time: "That's nonsense! I've wanted to talk about your temper for a long time!"
"Ding Jiu is my dragon guard. He protects you because of my order! Weixin is my shadow guard. I also asked her to go! They protect you because it is their duty as slaves! They fought hard
It’s about my own money and dignity, not to mention that if I’m just injured, even if I die, it’s just that they are unlucky, and it has nothing to do with you as the master!”
"When people live in this world, they always have things they should do, do, and should do. They do it, and so do you! They protect you to the death, which is their loyalty. You can be trusted, available, and rewarded, but you don't need the rest!
Everyone just does his or her job! There are dozens, hundreds, thousands of people around me, and I would feel guilty if every one of them got hurt. How can I come over here without feeling guilty?!"
Tang Shiyue listened blankly, eyes wide open.
She felt that Emperor Ming Yan was really the "Emperor". His thoughts on these matters were extremely clear and thorough... his views were extremely upright.
In comparison, her thoughts were indeed too wishful thinking.
She always feels that the people around her are her responsibility, especially in this era, they are not just working, they are selling themselves and their lives, so she dare not let them down.
Tang Shiyue whispered: "Aye, I understand the truth, I just..."