"Do you think I dare not kill you? Ziyou, you disappoint me so much!" The old prince was furious. Seeing his decadent look, he was furious.
"Grandpa, I am also very disappointed. The book of Zen throne has been written. Give the throne to your dear great-grandson, Han Xiao!" Yun Ziyou threw a bright yellow paper in front of the old prince and yawned again.
The old prince was so angry that he was shaking all over. He came today not to break up with him, but to talk to him about changing his surname to Han.
"Ziyou, our surname is Han, not Xiao Han. Perhaps this is an honor for a commoner family, but for us, it is a shame!" The old prince was angry and looked at Yun Ziyou expectantly. If he If he is willing to admit his mistakes, he will not take back his throne, but will give him a chance to make amends.
Yun Ziyou smiled slightly, his smile innocent and harmless, "I only know that my surname is Yun."
The old prince looked at him deeply for a few times, turned around and walked out without saying a word. He already understood his choice. He was no longer a member of Xiao Han's family, and he was no longer his grandson.
Yan Xiaoyu was in Jingfeng Palace, curled up on a chair and looking at the distant clouds. The little baby girl in her arms stretched out her white and tender fingers and rolled her eyes.
The maid next to her looked at each other impatiently, and when she saw Yun Ziyou coming from a distance, she slowly stepped back.
"Are you tired of holding her all day long?" Yun Ziyou tilted his head and looked at the expressionless Yan Xiaoyu.
Yan Xiaoyu came back to her senses and looked at him, "How did things go?"
Yun Ziyou smiled bitterly, "I'm not too sure. Maybe, we really will never leave each other for the rest of our lives."
Yan Xiaoyu didn't speak, just looked into the distance. He looked at the baby girl in her arms, "You don't like this child at all, why do you care so much about her life and death?"
Yun Ziyou said calmly, with a rather helpless tone. Yan Xiaoyu shook his head, "I don't know, just because I don't like her doesn't mean others can kill her."
"Are you afraid that they won't let this child go?" Yun Ziyou raised his eyebrows.
"This palace cannot accommodate an extra child." Yan Xiaoyu shook her head and looked dully at the south, where the white clouds seemed to be drifting from a very far away place.
"She is very beautiful, she looks a lot like you!" Yun Ziyou reached out and took the child, looking at the child's pure and flawless face.
"She looks like Xiao Hanjing, not Yan Xiaoyu." Yan Xiaoyu looked expressionless and rested her chin on her knees.
"She doesn't have a name yet, let's call her Yunduo, okay?" Yun Ziyou teased the little baby girl with a smile as gentle as jade.
"Okay." Yan Xiaoyu's face remained expressionless. The breeze passed by, and her clothes were flying with her hair, as if they would fly away at any time.
"How long have you not eaten? Look how thin you are..." Yun Ziyou curled her lips and smiled bitterly, reaching out to push the hair away from Yan Xiaoyu's cheeks. She was so thin that only bones were left.
"Ziyou, can you send someone to deliver a letter to Xiao Ninglan? I want to entrust Yunduo to him. If I die..." Yan Xiaoyu's blank eyes suddenly flashed with light, like a lost child who suddenly saw a lighthouse. .
Yun Ziyou retracted his hand and avoided her eyes, "You are afraid that if you die, he will not be able to live alone, so you want to find something to tie him down, right?"
Yan Xiaoyu said nothing and acquiesced to his statement.
Yun Ziyou nodded, "I will send someone to inform him, but you need to think clearly, you can't see him now, otherwise your mood swings will affect the Zi Gu in your body, and you may fail!"
Yan Xiaoyu reached out and took the baby girl from Yun Ziyou's arms, rocking the baby girl gently, like all the mothers in the world who coax their children, "Don't worry, I won't see him, I just entrust Yun Duo to him."
In Xiliang, two years after Xiao Hanze took the throne, floods occurred in the south and severe drought occurred in the north. The emperor did nothing to control the situation, and riots broke out among the people. Many victims flocked to the capital. The Wei family invited magicians to blame the disaster on the emperor's debauchery and immorality. The Demon Queen was confused and the Holy Spirit listened, and for a while, the people were filled with resentment.
The Wei family took the opportunity to launch an attack. An army of 50,000 people encouraged the victims to invade the palace, but the old prince stood by and watched. It was time for Yun Ziyou to abdicate. He had Yun Ziyou's Zen book in his hand, so he was not afraid of the Wei family's attack.
Yun Ziyou looked at the thunder and heavy rain in the sky and sneered. The palace was in chaos. The few imperial guards under Fang Han were fighting to the death against the victims and the Wei family. Xiao Hanjing held the baby in her arms, her expression as usual.
The chaos was like mud under a heavy downpour. Everyone rushed to tell each other that the thugs had invaded the palace. In the name of killing the demon queen and being the Qingjun's side, many palace people turned against them and wanted to capture the demon queen in advance to receive the reward.
Yan Xiaoyu is still in Jingfeng Palace, with a calm expression. Under the storm, the palace curtain dances wildly, and the baby in her arms sleeps peacefully, sucking her fingers.
Outside, a man in black clothes and a bamboo hat came facing the wind and rain. What he shouted was different from the palace people. The palace people echoed the shouts of "Demon Killing Queen, Qingjun Side", but he shouted Yan Xiaoyu's name anxiously.
His rich and desolate voice was particularly abrupt in the chaotic palace. Yan Xiaoyu was startled for a moment, then placed the baby in her arms on the phoenix couch. The baby left the mother's warm embrace and cried loudly.
Xiao Ninglan shouted in the huge palace, "Xiaoyu, Yu'er——"
There were noisy footsteps outside and the clear cry of a baby inside the hall. His voice became more and more anxious, "Yan Xiaoyu, Yu'er..."
The nine layers of palace yarn danced crazily, and Yan Xiaoyu's cold voice came from the inner hall, "Xiao Ninglan, there is no need to look for me, I don't want to see you. If you still love Yan Xiaoyu, then take the child and leave the palace."
Xiao Ninglan was breathing heavily. The voices of the thugs outside were getting closer and closer. He followed the voices and wanted to get closer to Yan Xiaoyu, "Yu'er, why don't you want to see me? Come out and I will take you away. Let's go back to Zhongnan Mountain. Let's go back." Home!"
Going home... Yan Xiaoyu burst into tears behind Gong Sha. She has no home. She has never had a home since she came to this world.
"Xiao Ninglan, I won't go with you. You take the medicine bottle on the baby girl and exchange it with the ghost woman. She will remove the other half of the poison from his body. Remember, live well. If there is an afterlife, Yan Xiaoyu will live or die. Follow me!"
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PS: Let’s do this for now. Please give me more gold medals. Maybe there will be more tomorrow.