"Well, you've worked hard tonight, go down and rest, and leave this place to me."
"Ban Lao..." An Yi stopped him and stopped talking.
"What do you want to ask?" Prajna Xie naturally saw his doubts.
"...Ban Lao, when did the Holy Lord know that the Shen family wanted to rebel?"
An Yi hesitated for a moment and then asked.
"Why don't you ask the Holy Lord yourself?"
"I……"
"An Yi, you were the first to stay with the Holy Lord. You should have known the Holy Lord's thoughts clearly." Prajna Xie said.
Yes, he should know the Holy Lord's thoughts best, but now... he found that he could not understand the master's thoughts even more.
Could it be that the anger, intention, and even...pity that the master showed towards Miss Ling before?
Is this all just a deliberate setup to cause the Shen family to rebel?
From the beginning to the end, the Holy Lord was never moved?
What he saw was nothing more than the art of emperors and the game of power.
The Holy King is still the same Holy King as before.
But why was he so uncomfortable after learning the truth?
"An Yi, what is the identity of the Holy Lord? He shoulders the responsibility and burden of tens of thousands of people throughout the Buddha. How can he be obsessed with the love of his children? What's more, that woman is also the pillow of Emperor Ye!
I think you are getting more and more confused now, and you can’t even understand this! Go back and think about it carefully!”
Prajna Xie put down these words and walked away.
An Yi was a little confused.
Was he...really wrong?
Looking at the opposite side, Di Qianjue stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the horizon, not knowing what he was thinking.
I don't know why, An Yi actually saw a hint of loneliness in the holy king who was always aloof?
"An one."
Di Qianjue's voice came along the rain curtain, calm and cool.
"Holy King."
Upon hearing the summons, An Yi immediately stepped forward.
"Take a team of people and go down to the valley to look for them. If you want to see someone alive, you want to see a corpse if you die."
"Holy Lord..."
An Yi was surprised, looking at Di Qianjue's side face that was soaked by raindrops, and for some reason, he felt a trace of...sadness from him?
An Yi shook his head violently, thinking that he was simply possessed by a demon!
"Yes, my subordinates will do it immediately!"
An Yi left quickly, so he didn't see Di Qianjue's hand under his sleeve, which was already stained with blood...
"Holy Lord, how should we deal with this spiritual beast?"
At this time, someone came to report that Xueqiu was struggling desperately under the spirit rope. When he saw Di Qianjue, he let out a low roar!
Di Qianjue looked away, "Take it back to the palace and tell it... don't hurt it."
"yes."
Di Qianjue's gaze fell on the cliff, his silver eyes deep.
Flip your wrist, and the blue inner elixir emits a gleaming light.
Di Qianjue flicked his finger, and the inner elixir drew an arc in the air and quickly disappeared on the top of the cliff.
And Di Qianjue stood on the edge of the cliff all night.
It wasn't until the first ray of light from the east fell on the horizon that he turned around and left.
If An Yi were there, he would definitely find that Di Qianjue's expression once again regained the indifference and unfathomability that belonged to the emperor.
******
In this game, who is in whose game? And who has really lost his heart?
No one can tell until the end.
As far as Emperor Qianjue is concerned, if he cannot possess it, he would rather destroy it with his own hands.
But... what is that strange pain slowly overflowing from my heart?
It felt like a knife was stabbing me, dull and painful.
"...Holy Lord?"
Prajna Xie looked at the figure that suddenly stopped in confusion. The next second, he saw Di Qianjue falling down without warning.
"Holy Lord?! Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly!"
******
An Yin and his men searched at the bottom of the cliff for three whole days, but to no avail.
Return to Rosewood Palace.
After listening to his report, Di Qianjue said nothing.
"Holy Lord..."
"Get out."
An Yi hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes..."
An Yi exited the palace and faced Prajna Xie who came quickly and asked, "How is the Holy Lord?"
"It's nothing serious. It's just that the energy and blood are unstable. It should be due to the unrecovered injury and the continuous travel that caused the old disease to relapse. It will be better to rest for a while."
"That's good……"
After bidding farewell to Ban Lao, An Yi looked slightly condensed.
In fact, he did not say that the injury suffered by the Holy Lord was not a recurrence of an old disease, but an attack of Qi and blood on the heart...
It seems calm and unconcerned, but actually... it's not like that.
What is the holy king thinking in his mind at this moment?
******
"Pah——!"
Thousands of miles away, Fuhai Demonic Abyss.
In the tent of Fanxu's army, Yue Qing heard the noise and immediately rushed into the tent, "Emperor?"
"Nothing."
Beside Ye Moyan's feet, the medicine bowl was broken on the ground.
"Emperor, be careful, I will send someone to take care of you now."
After finishing cleaning up quickly, Yue Qing came in with a new bowl of medicine, "Emperor, the medicine is ready."
After these few days of training, Ye Moyan recovered a lot from his injuries and was able to get up and walk around, but he still couldn't move much.
"Leave it here."
Ye Moyan was sitting in front of the desk, wearing a coat and reading military newspapers.
Compared to a few days ago, his face was thinner, making his facial features more three-dimensional and deep, as if they were sharpened by a ghostly axe.
Those pair of dark pupils became more and more profound and calm.
It seems to be wrapped in an icy cold pool, making people afraid to look directly.
Ye Moyan has not rested for two consecutive days. The military situation on the frontline is urgent. His Highness Yinxue is leading an army to fight against the demons in Yilong City. The battle is fierce and has been stalemate for several days.
Ye Moyan was concerned about the war situation and worked day and night. Although Yue Qing and Yue Feng wanted to persuade each other, they were unable to speak.
"Emperor..."
"Is there anything else?" Ye Moyan's dark eyes swept over him, bottomless.
Yue Qing was agitated and said, "No... I will resign."
Putting down the medicine, he exited the camp.
When he came outside, he sighed quietly.
"What's wrong? You look worried?"
Moonwind comes.
"The emperor has not had a good rest for many days. I am worried that if this continues, the emperor's body will not be able to hold on. And..."
Yue Qing hesitated. He had obviously behaved normally since the emperor came back, but why was he so uneasy?
The more the emperor is like this, the more worried he becomes.
Especially every time he saw the emperor's body becoming increasingly cold, he was secretly frightened.
"Yuefeng, what do you think is going on?"
It was obviously fine before, but seeing that the emperor and the empress were about to get married, I never expected that such a thing would happen.
The empress fell into the hands of Emperor Qianjue and broke up with the emperor. Now the situation is unknown. The emperor was seriously injured and suffered from the poison of the blood charm every day. His body was getting worse and worse, which made them worried.
But what puzzled Yue Qing even more was that the emperor did not intend to cancel the wedding in seven days.
If the empress is not here, who does the emperor plan to marry?
Now he understands the emperor's thoughts even more and more.
"You asked me, who should I ask?"
Yue Feng also sighed. As a servant of the emperor, he is the most aware of the recent changes in his master. The cold air throughout his body isolates everything, and it seems that anyone who is close to him can be frozen. At this moment, he really misses the days when his mistress was here.
