It is said that when the late emperor was alive, he had coincidentally helped Qinggui. In order to repay his kindness, Qinggui promised to work for the Great Zhou royal family for ten years.

Now is the tenth year!

But something happened not long ago. For some reason, Empress Dowager Xiaoxian suddenly attacked Qinggui and spared no effort to make people to surround Qinggui.

Those who are familiar with Li Quanfu thought that Qinggui was dead.

But who knew... it turned out that this Qinggui was not dead at all?

Not only did he not die, he also lived well!

Even like before, he was hiding beside the little emperor without knowing it?

If Li Quanfu had not died before the educated youth ghost, he would not have attacked Emperor Yong Yin in any case. Because he dared not!

The shadow of the tree of a person!

It is true that the little emperor has been undermined and can still sit on the dragon throne now, which is entirely the result of the checks and balances between the two sides of the Regent Xiao Yan and Empress Dowager Xiaoxian.

However, since the fall of power, some people have also set their sights on the emperor's head, but without exception, all of them died tragically under the Blue Ghost Sword, creating a trace of dead souls.

"Your Majesty!"

Li Quanfu knelt down and begged for mercy after leaving the green mountains.

Zhou Yanqing's face was pale. She had a brief look of loss of focus in her eyes. She looked at the black masks with dizzy face as they lifted their swords and took their lives. One fresh corpses were placed in front of her, and blood was rushing towards her mind.

Her figure shook, her already pale face and her face was even bloodless.

Human life...

One after another, just... gone!

Her figure was shaking and she suddenly closed her eyes.

The huge mental impact, coupled with the fatigue accumulated after walking outside the palace for a long time earlier, made her, who was weak, fainted on the spot...

The emperor's body was soft and slid down, and the green ghost looked cold. He stood beside the emperor. Behind the mask, his narrow and handsome eyebrows suddenly frowned, as if he was worried, but in the end he still stretched out his hand and caught the emperor who was about to fall.

The bloodless little emperor lay on the bend of the blue ghost's arms, frowned, and even though he was in a coma, he looked restless.

Qinggui glanced at her calmly, and then looked at the Shura Field in front of him, which was ordered by him.

Blood is flowing more and more...

...

It was already night when Zhou Yanqing woke up, and she was still wearing a dragon robe.

What she was like when she was unconscious and what she was like when she woke up.

She lay on the eight or nine-meter-long solid dragon bed in Zichen's bedroom with a confused look on her face. The dragon bed was as big as a kang.

There was a charcoal brazier in the bedroom, and a silence of a candle swaying. At this moment, everything was silent.

The bloody scenes before the coma rushed to her brain. She was nauseous and wanted to vomit, but her mood was still trembling.

She had seen many dead bodies before. During her part-time forensics, she died in car accidents, died suddenly due to illness, all kinds of terrible and bloody things. She had seen many of them. However, she could uphold her professional qualities and calmly explain them.

She thought she was brave enough, and she walked through the morgue one after another, and had been to the crime scene, but she had never been afraid.

However, the corpse and the sight of a living being killed were completely different. The fragility of life and the worrying situation made her extremely tired.

She calmed down and had a dry mouth. She wanted to get up and drink some water, but... suddenly, with a muffled groan.

Just as I was about to get up, my body became weak and I fell back on the dragon bed.

"What's going on?"
Chapter completed!