Wearing Pheromone As a Faint King

The light in the hall was too dim, and Wei Yansi couldn't see anything clearly, and tentatively called out, "Brother Dahuang?"

The response to her was still **** ho, low, hurried, and intermittent.

The next moment, King Yichuan fell to the ground with a loud noise.

The bead curtain lifted, and the emperor came out with a candle. The dim flame beat, illuminating the face of King Yichuan.

His eyes were wide open, there was a long opening in his neck, and the blood spewed out, dyeing his clothes red.

Wei Yansi was frightened, and gradually realized something, lowered his gaze, and saw the blood on the sword.

"I...killed him."

"Father, I killed someone."

"I killed the big emperor brother."

Wei Yansi lost his sense for a while and threw away the sword like an electric shock.

The moment the blade touched the ground, there was a harsh rubbing sound, and the glands on the back of her neck also jumped with it.

My head hurts more and more.

Wei Yansi hugged his head, shrank to the wall, in the misty consciousness, caught a glimpse of the Supreme Emperor.

He crouched in the moonlight, bends down little by little, and then as if received a heavy blow, he knelt down and knelt beside King Yichuan.

The candlestick slid from his hand to the ground and rolled out of a half circle.

He seemed unbelievable, his hands trembling against King Yichuan's chest, to feel King Yichuan's heartbeat.

No, the heartbeat has already stopped.

King Yichuan's vitality was lost in an instant.

The candle flame continued to beat, and the extremely weak light illuminated the pale face of the Supreme Emperor.

"Chuan'er."

"Chuan'er..."

The Supreme Emperor called the nickname of King Yichuan, over and over again, tirelessly.

"Father..." Wei Yansi murmured.

The severe pain almost made her unable to open her eyes, but she knew that the situation was urgent in her mind. She and the Supreme Emperor could not stay here, at least find a place to hide.

She slapped the gland vigorously to relieve the pain.

"Father."

Her legs were weak, supporting the wall, and moving towards the Supreme Emperor inch by inch.

"I will take you away first..."

Because I was guilty in my heart, I didn't know how to continue as soon as I spit out the words. The line of sight fell unconsciously to King Yichuan.

It's all her fault.

In all fairness, she didn't want the life of King Yichuan... She should never have missed her hand and made a big mistake.

"How can you punish me? Don't be too sad and break your body."

Wei Yansi leaned down, held his arm, and tried to pull him up with brute force.

But the Supreme Emperor seemed to be nailed and remained indifferent.

"Father!"

Wei Yan was anxious, "Listen, there is a group outside the temple, Lu Chijing will bring the rebels in immediately, and then we really have no way out."

"I can die, and you are not afraid of death, but what about the fifth sister, a weak woman, what happens when she falls into Lu Chijing's hands?"

"There is also King Boshan. He only has the guards of the palace and can't protect him at all."

"Could it be that Lu Chijing, a courtier and thief, will slaughter my Wei clan tonight--"

Wei Yan thought about it, no longer caring about the feelings of the emperor.

"Back then, you and Lu Chijing chased and killed Princess Duanyang. You have been living in guilt all these years. Tonight is a good time for you to avenge Princess Duanyang!"

Suddenly, the king's limbs twitched, and he spouted a mouthful of blood.

"Father!"

Wei Yan thought about having eyesight and quick hands, so she half-supported and half hugged him to prevent him from falling.

"Xiao Liu... Huang Er..." Tai Shang Huang panted, his hands tightly grasped her cuffs, his lips opened and closed, trying hard to say something.

"I am..."

"...Father, hold on, I Xuan's doctor... you wait." Wei Yansi's eyes were hot, and she had never been so helpless. hospital.

But the huge emperor's palace has long been empty.

"Emperor... drum..."

Wei Yansi didn't hear clearly, her ear pressed to Taishanghuang's lips.

"Father, what do you want."

"drum……"

"drum?"

The emperor gave a relieved smile: "Yes, drums, drums..."

He wanted that wave drum, which was made for him by Princess Duanyang when he was young.

Wei Yansi suddenly realized that, helping him to lie down gently, turning around to take the rattle resting on the throne, and hurried back.

"Father, drum!"

Wei Yansi lifted her sleeves to dry her tears, sniffing and holding the drum into the hands of the Supreme Emperor.

The Supreme Emperor slowly moved the drum to his chest, and placed it on the place where his heart was beating. As if to get some kind of satisfaction, the grayness of his eyes was driven away by joy. After a long time, his pupils gradually became dilated, and he looked vacantly in the depths of the darkness.

"little six……"

Wei Yansi choked, patted her face, and breathed smoothly.

"Xiao Liu, the emperor did miss one thing, he will go to **** after death, right?" the emperor asked.

"You are the Ninety-Five Supreme, you will go to the place where the gods live."

"Is the emperor sister there too?"

"Yes, yes, she has been waiting for you."

"She must blame me for blaming me? My father has no face to see her."

"The emperor believes that she misses you very much."

"Little Liu," the Emperor Tai turned his head, his eyes fixed on her face, "doing things for the emperor father."

Wei Yan couldn't help but nodded.

"You must quell this palace change and welcome back Princess Duanyang for me... Move her into the imperial tomb and ask our sisters and brothers to reunite..."

Wei Yansi couldn't help being sad anymore, this emotion was like a knife, madly cutting her internal organs, beyond words.

Autumn night, it became colder than winter.

It's like the life of the Supreme Emperor has come to an end.

He was finally free from guilt.

Over the years, he has been restless, desperate for life, and death is perhaps the best home for him.

Wei Yansi breathed a sigh of relief for him.

"The emperor will remember, he will definitely go to Yuzhou, welcome the princess back to Yanjing, and enter the tomb."

There was blood overflowing from the corner of the Supreme Emperor's mouth, sliding along the lower jaw into the bright yellow neckline, ridiculously never stopping.

The smile is like the sun, setting in the east, and the sky is bright ever since.

It was exactly the same as the smile of the princess in the dream.

"Good boy, you must be a good emperor and live up to the expectations of the emperor's sister, and don't live up to me."

"The Emperor's Will."

The Supreme Emperor was very tired, and slowly closed his eyes and said: "This drum, you take...the stuff hidden in it to find Yong Yihou."

Hearing what he said, Wei Yansi's expression changed. It turned out that there was something else in this rattle.

She spread out her hand to take the rattle, and shook it several times. There was a slight vibration on the surface of the drum, and the string was crisp.

She was patient and shook again. This time, all her attention was condensed on her fingertips, and she really felt something shaking inside.

"It's a soldier talisman." The Supreme Emperor said weakly.

Wei Yan raised her eyebrows and thought about it carefully. Although the Supreme Emperor abdicated, he has always controlled the government, and often left instructions to Ge Chang.

In addition, it is all reasonable to raise a pair of soldiers and horses for emergencies.

"You are..."

"Emperor, I have given everything my father can give you. In the future, my father will no longer be able to protect you...remember what you promised your father."

"Ahem, you take the soldier talisman..."

Wei Yan thinks as if in her throat: "How about you?"

"Father won't last long, you go quickly."

As he was talking, the gate of the palace was smashed open vigorously, and a figure staggered in.

Wei Yansi's heart almost jumped out of her throat, and quickly picked up the sword. After seeing that the person was Li Dequan, the tight muscles all over her body suddenly loosened, so that her legs became weak.

"Long live, Lu Chijing teamed up with the door officer and led troops into the palace—"

Li Dequan hurriedly got up, startled by the sight in front of him.

"Sovereign!"

She couldn't support her old legs, and she fell straight down, then turned over and knelt and crawled towards the Supreme Emperor.

He is much older than the emperor, and he has served the emperor who is still a prince since he was more than ten years old. With a flick of time, it has been forty years that he has been with the Taishang Dynasty.

Never expected that it would be so different.

The emperor opened his eyelids and aimed at him from the corner of the eye, his eyes flashing with deep resentment.

Li Dequan shook his hand: "The Emperor... You..."

Supreme Emperor: "Old plum, hehe, I have to go one step ahead."

"Take down my verbal statement, King Yichuan colluded with the rebellious minister Lu Chijing, forced the palace to usurp the throne, and I would personally punish him."

"You will immediately take Long live to leave the Palace of Emperor Ji...Be sure to protect her."

"Old slave," Li Dequan moved his throat and fell on the ground. His body and forehead slammed heavily, "According to the order."

The common problem of being an emperor is suspicion.

Since the Supreme Emperor was able to prepare for the rainy day and secretly form an army, he would naturally leave a passage for his life in the Palace of Emperor Ji. It was located directly under the garden, and the entrance was behind an inconspicuous stone in the rockery.

The passage is very dark and cramped.

The air was filled with a weird damp smell.

Li Dequan walked ahead carrying a lantern, and Wei Yansi followed him in.

Halfway, he stopped and stuffed the lantern to Wei Yansi.

"Hurrah, walk for another quarter of an hour and it will be an exit. The old slave can only accompany you here."

"Where are you going?"

"The old slave wants to go back. The guards of the Emperor Palace will not last long. The traitors will soon break into the temple. If you see you, they will search everywhere. This tunnel can't be kept for long."

"You want to go back?"

"Old slaves go and hold them, even if it takes more than a quarter of an hour." He said lightly, and talked about a common household thing after a good thing, just chatting.

Wei Yansi's heart of grief and grief suddenly burst out, and her limbs felt weak.

How many people will die because of her tonight?

Fenghe? Spring is here? Yi Dongpo? Queen Mother?

Or Qu Jinying?

She withdrew a step and leaned against the wet wall, reflecting the vicissitudes of life in her eyes, overwhelming the wrinkles on Li Dequan's face.

Li Dequan seemed to be sighing: "The Supreme Emperor has been served by an old slave for many years, and the old slave should follow him, otherwise he will not be used to it on Huangquan Road."

After all, Chaowei Yansi bowed respectfully.

Wei Yan thought that the day when he first saw him, the sky was light rain. He took her through the garden and told her that there were mint in the garden. If you like, you can ask the emperor to take two plants away.

"You will die."

"Long live take care."

Li Dequan bowed again, and turned back resolutely.

Wei Yansi stared at his distant back until he disappeared where the lantern could not shine.

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