The young Jingxuan was hiding under someone's cloak and shivering.
The man was tall and possessed a magic sword. As long as a bandit approached, he would raise a layer of wet blood mist in the air.
Jing Xuan could feel that the cloak that protected him had been soaked with blood and was seeping into his luxurious clothes.
Warm, sticky, and disgustingly fishy.
But the man in front of him seemed unaware, and just waved his sword again and again, cutting a bloody path through the soldiers who were as dense as locusts.
As if holding a life-saving straw, he tightly pulled on the man's clothes, followed every step, and cowered behind the man.
But just as he was going up the steps, he felt his boots hit something round and made a small popping sound.
He looked down and saw that someone's eyeballs rolled to the ground and were crushed by him.
Jingxuan's legs went weak and he fell down the stairs.
The cloak that protected him from the bloody storm suddenly disappeared, and what came into his eyes was the red walls stained red with blood, and the palace bricks covered with broken arms and limbs.
His stomach was churning and he wanted to vomit.
But then, a cold light flashed, and it turned out that a bandit was holding a knife and was about to chop off his neck.
Death is coming.
Fear instantly occupied his mind, his mind went blank, and he collapsed on the ground, unable to move at all.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, a sword stood in front of his eyes, blocking this dangerous murderous intention for him.
It was the same man who cut off the thieves' arm with one swing of his sword.
The bloody arm just fell into Jing Xuan's arms, and all the blood splattered from the thief's severed arm fell on his head.
In an instant, his world was filled with blood.
At the same time, he felt a feeling of wetness under his crotch.
Looking up, a strange look flashed in the man's eyes, and he obviously saw his ugly appearance.
At an opportunity, the man stretched out a big hand, grabbed his collar, and quickly hugged him behind him.
He was back under the safety of his cloak.
The man's attacks were obviously fierce and full of killing moves, but his tone was extremely gentle.
The man said: "I'm here, don't be afraid."
But just such a sentence, like a curse, kept replaying in his mind.
The past is like a passing cloud, but even if he runs desperately in this cloud, he can't escape this curse.
An even louder voice came. Fuhai looked at His Majesty who was trapped in a nightmare, hesitated for a moment, and then softly called out: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
This sound traveled through more than twenty years and finally awakened the Holy One from his nightmare.
He sat up suddenly, sweating profusely, just like the sticky blood in his dream.
The sound of His Majesty's heavy breathing echoed in the splendid palace. Fuhai quickly poured him a cup of tea and said: "Sir, please take a sip of tea and wake up."
The Holy One hurriedly took over the imperial tribute of Mengding Mountain Tea, which cost one or two thousand gold, and was drank by the Holy One.
One cup was not enough, so Fuhai quickly poured a second cup.
The Holy One drank it all in one gulp again.
The slightly bitter and sweet Mengding Mountain Tea calmed him down. He took off his sweaty pajamas, rubbed his aching forehead, and asked, "When is it?"
Fuhai said: "The time of ugliness is coming to an end."
The Holy Sage said: "Please help me wash up."
Today is the regular court meeting held once every half month. Unlike the past where I only had to go to the Qinzheng Hall to review the memorials, I had to get up early and pack my clothes.
He was one of the few emperors in the Yu Dynasty who could be called diligent, and it was common for him to get up early like this.
Fuhai responded.
Even though he was wearing a dragon robe, His Majesty still felt that he was sweating. He said with reproach in his tone: "In the future, Earth Dragon need not be so hot."
Although Fuhai muttered in his heart, it's not hot here. It's so cold outside. How can he keep out the cold if he doesn't burn hot spots?
But he still kept saying yes.
The Holy Father had breakfast, sat on the dragon chariot, and headed to Fengtian Temple. In the dim winter morning, the dream appeared in his mind again.
I haven’t had that dream in years, why did it suddenly appear?
The Holy Father opened a corner of the curtain and asked, "What day was it yesterday?"
Fuhai was stunned for a moment, yesterday was not a good day.
But when the Holy One asked this, he had to say something. After racking his brains, Fuhai said: "Could it be the birthday of some empress?"
The Holy Master shook his head and said, "No, that's not right."
Fuhai looked embarrassed and said: "I know that I am guilty. I will check carefully later to find out what day it was yesterday."
The Holy Master shook his head again and said: "No need."
Today is the half-month regular dynasty. All the civil and military officials of the dynasty went to Fengtian Hall to present all the major events in the past half month to the Holy One. If they encountered difficult problems, they would also ask the Holy One to discuss with a group of ministers and make a decision.
As soon as the Holy Emperor sat on the dragon throne, the people below him bowed down, shouted "Long Live the Queen" and stood up together.
The Holy One took a quick look and found that the one closest to him was the First Grade Lord.
Among all the lords, Junze and Gu Yuru stood out.
An air of dignity and an elegance make people's eyes brighten.
The Holy Master turned the eighteen-child bracelet in his hand and remembered.
Yesterday was the ceremony for Gu Yu to ascend the throne. He just casually glanced at the booklet and found out about it, so he had that nightmare that night.
When he dreamed of the palace change, when he was at his weakest, it was Gu Yu's father, Gu Junyi, who was protecting him like a god.
The deposed prince brought so many rebels and surrounded the prince's residence. It was Gu Junyi who fought for him through thousands of troops and led him out.
Only then did he survive to rendezvous with his eldest sister, enter the Fengtian Hall, and watch his father write the edict for the Zen throne.
Shengshang looked at Gu Yu. She lowered her head like everyone else, looking docile and loyal.
The Holy Emperor was thinking a lot. Gu Yu seemed to be weak, like a scholar immersed in ancient books. But when he encountered a bear in the eastern suburbs, Gu Yu shouted "protect" and drew his sword to face the brown bear.
He was much worse than Shao Wuji, but he could still be said to have a dashing figure and extraordinary martial prowess, which impressed him with admiration.
The most important thing is that, like her father, she is not afraid of danger and loyally protects the Lord.
He is worthy of being Gu Junyi’s son.
The Holy Spirit thought to himself.
Because of some obscure thoughts, he still owed the Gu family a lot.
If Gu Yu can become the second Gu Junyi, it will also be a kind of compensation for the Gu family.
I hope I can avoid this nightmare in the future.
Gu Yu stood below, not even daring to raise his head, for fear that he would not be able to suppress the hatred in his eyes when he looked at the Holy Master sitting alone on the high platform and Shao Wuji standing under the Holy Master's left hand.
She seemed to be in the Fengtian Palace with them, and it seemed that there were only a few steps between them.
But she knew that if she followed the rules, she would never be able to cross these few steps in her life.
Gu Yu took a breath and saw Xiaoyao Wang Junze not far from him.
It's not the time yet.
With this person around, it would be difficult for her to take the first step.
Gu Yu suppressed the sadness in his heart, and when he raised his eyes again, he became the elegant young master Gu again.