On the streets of the busy city, a carriage was galloping like lightning. Pedestrians nearby saw the carriage from a distance and respectfully retreated to the sides. On the corner of the roof of the carriage, a triangular pennant was blown by the wind and whistled. It read The words "Master Hall" are written on it.
Feeling the bumps of the carriage, Yunhao smiled bitterly in his heart. He had not felt this way for a long time.
Yonghe sat side by side with Yunhao in silence, his eye circles slightly red and swollen. Yunhao could also understand the deep relationship between the old emperor and Yonghe.
He opened his mouth, wanting to comfort Yonghe with something, but found that when the words came to his lips, he could not say them anyway. So, he simply remained silent.
Soon the carriage arrived at the palace. When the guards guarding the palace gate saw that it was the carriage from the Master Hall, they stood aside knowingly and did not stop it.[
Galloping all the way, the horse neighed, and then the carriage stopped in front of a palace.
Yunhao opened the car curtain and walked out, extending his right hand in a gentlemanly manner.
Yonghe silently put his little hand in Yunhao's palm, stepped out of the carriage, and retracted his jade hand unnaturally.
This is the emperor's palace, and there are a dense number of black-armored guards standing outside. Pairs of eagle-like eyes cast towards the two of them, and then their eyes became much gentler.
One is Princess Yonghe, who is most loved by the country's military, and the other is Master Yun, who is loved by the whole country. Just looking at it from a distance, I can't help but stand in awe.
The guards stood upright and watched Yunhao and the others enter the palace.
"What a perfect match for these two people..." The guards looked at the backs of Yunhao and Yonghe and couldn't help but think.
The troops of the Piaoyu Empire also knew something about the scandal between Yunhao and Yonghe. In their hearts, these soldiers all hoped that the two people could get together in the end, but it was a pity that they had not been able to see this scene until now.
The atmosphere in the Qiankun Palace was very depressing, and from time to time, imperial doctors wearing official robes hurriedly walked out of it.
Yunhao walked forward slowly with a calm face, saying goodbye to life and death. This is an inevitable event in human history. Even a strong man at the sword master level can never escape such shackles.
After crossing the carpeted road, Yunhao and Yonghe arrived at the old emperor's bed.
As the first doctor in the Piaoyu Empire, Ye Long was sitting quietly by the bed with a solemn expression. Ever since they found out about Ye Long's status as a spiritual mage, Luoyue's royal family no longer dared to neglect him. He Next to him stood the emperor's three sons. These three princes looked at their father with sad faces at this moment, and they didn't know what they were thinking in their hearts at this moment.
"Uncle Ye, how is my father?" Yonghe asked in a low voice. She had a deep personal relationship with Xiaoyu, and her relationship with Mr. Ye was naturally not comparable to that of several princes.
Ye Long shook his head solemnly, stroking his beard and said: "Princess, your Majesty can still last for three days at most. I have already recovered my strength..."
Although she could vaguely guess the result, Yonghe's eyes couldn't help but moisten again. She stepped forward quickly, bent down and squatted on the bedside, held the old emperor's skinny palm tightly with her little hands, and called out in a low voice: "Father, Emperor ,Father, Master Yun is here..."
Hearing his daughter's call, the old emperor opened his eyelids with difficulty. After seeing Yun Hao, his lips twitched a few times, as if he wanted to laugh, but he didn't. He said in a low voice: "Master Yun, Piao Yu The fate of the empire is left to you. I hope that the master can take good care of my children and the people of the empire..."
The hoarse words exhausted all the strength of the old emperor. After speaking, he began to gasp for air, his breathing sounded like he might give up at any time.
But the old emperor's eyes still stared at Yunhao with the last glimmer of hope.
Yunhao nodded heavily and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, don't worry! As long as I, Yunhao, am still in this world, no one in your royal family will dare to touch me, and no one in the Piaoyu Empire will dare to bully me!" [
After receiving the strong promise, a smile suddenly broke out on the old emperor's wrinkled face, and his voice was clearer and authentic: "Okay, okay, okay!"
After saying that, he closed his eyes again and his breathing calmed down.
Yunhao sighed in his heart, knowing that this was just a reflection of his past.
After standing silently for a while, Yunhao stood up and said goodbye to the princes: "Your Highnesses, I'm leaving first!"
The princes bowed slightly. Their father could talk to Yun Hao on an equal footing, but this did not mean that the three of them could also talk to Yun Hao on an equal footing.
"Sister, go see Master Yun off!" Prince Lu Ming sighed softly and said to Yonghe who was lost in thought.
Yonghe stood up from the old emperor in despair, and walked out of the Qiankun Palace with Yunhao.
The two of them walked in silence until they reached the carriage. Yunhao turned around and said, "Okay, no need to send it off."
Yonghe nodded slightly and looked at the palace in front of him.
After hesitating for a moment, Yunhao continued: "I may not be able to attend His Majesty the Emperor's funeral, but I will ask some of my friends to come and help."
"Not coming?" Yonghe's eyes finally gained a hint of something else, and he asked in a daze, "Are you going out again?"
Yunhao was silent for a while, nodded and said: "Yes, I am going to Tenglong Empire. I don't know if I can come back..."
Yonghe burst into tears immediately. She threw herself into Yunhao's arms, tightly wrapped her arms around Yunhao's waist, and bit his shoulder. She sobbed: "Why? Why! The person I love most is leaving." If I leave, my father will no longer want me, and you will no longer want me..."
After waiting for Yunhao for a year, Yonghe finally understood the pain of lovesickness. He thought about it day by day and dreamed about it at night. When he closed his eyes, he saw the man in the green robe. His delicate face and gentle smile, everything seemed to be in his own mind. In front of my eyes. But every time I open my eyes, it feels like a dream, disappearing and replaced by an unprecedented sense of loss.
For a year, only the frail father is willing to take time out to make his daughter happy, and only the father can take care of his daughter's emotions. But now, his lover is leaving again, and his father is about to pass away. Xiao Yonghe feels like a Like an abandoned toy, it becomes pitiful and homeless.
The emotions accumulated over a long period of time finally exploded like a scourge at this moment, making this reserved princess forget the place and the time.
On the wide white marble stone steps, the neat soldiers quickly raised their heads slightly, trying to avoid suspicion. However, the peripheral vision of their eyes was scanning the talented and beautiful couple in front of the carriage.
Yunhao was extremely embarrassed. His mind was far more mature than his age. How could he not know Xiao Yonghe's feelings for him? But it was precisely because of this that he felt that he was not worthy of having Yonghe's feelings at all.
He has Xiaoyu and Qiaoer. Yunhao can't give him any more affection.
Sighing softly, Yunhao stroked Yonghe's long hair and comforted: "All this will pass, Yonghe, you have to learn to face it all. When you truly grow up and mature, these sufferings will only become your Once a stepping stone.”
Yunhao's heartfelt comfort made Yonghe cry even more painfully. Taking off the princess's coat, she was just a seventeen-year-old girl. The continuous blows completely collapsed her fragile psychological defense. At this moment, Yonghe just wanted to Lie on your lover's shoulder and cry happily.
Yunhao could only stand there, constantly whispering to comfort Yonghe.[
The crying lasted for a long time, and Yonghe finally left Yunhao's shoulder, staring at Yunhao with his big tearful eyes, and asked: "Yunhao, please marry me!"
At this moment, she was determined and even called Yun Hao by his real name.
Yunhao stayed where he was and said calmly: "Yonghe, I...I can't give you anything, and if I go out this time, I may not be able to come back. I can't bear this responsibility..."
A look of disappointment flashed across Yonghe's eyes, and he turned around and walked quickly towards the palace.
Seeing the girl leaving quickly, Yunhao felt uncomfortable in his heart. A strong man of his generation suddenly fled.
In the face of love, the so-called strong identity loses its original aura.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Yonghe's tears flowed down again unsatisfactorily.
The guards in front of the palace were filled with regret.