Chapter 159

The hand of Xi yue'er stops at his ear.

As long as you pull off the thread, you can see the secret she always wanted to know.

But looking at the seriousness and expectation in the eyes of the high priest, xiyueer retreated again. A voice in her heart told her that if she opened the mask, she would get into dust.

The hand finally fell on the high priest's thin shoulder and patted like a good brother.

"If you don't speak, you admit that you are my father?"

Xi yue'er smiles. The high priest puts away the emotion in her eyes. Looking at Xi yue'er's smiling eyes when she is joking, he suddenly reaches out to her plain white face and gives her a few pinches before letting go.

"You are sure to recognize me as a father without fear of loss."

Xi yue'er ate the pain, separated his arm with a soft palm, and turned his eye knife toward the high priest.

The high priest laughs and laughs happily.

The high priest pointed to the huge shadow in front of them.

Xi yue'er is more surprised. She just wants to ask again, but she is stopped by the high priest.

The high priest told her not to ask anything but to wait.

Seeing that he didn't want to say it and didn't seem to be lying, Xi yue'er put away the idea of going to investigate.

Two people waited for a while, Huo Yanchen and Mo Fei's figure really appeared in the palace gate.

A cold, Huo Yanchen eyebrows wrapped with fatigue.

"Huo Yanchen."

The evening moon cries.

Huo Yanchen looked up and saw that she and the high priest were stunned for a moment, and then seemed to be waiting at the door for her disobedience. He was very helpless. He twisted his eyebrows and quickly walked towards them.

"It's all settled."

Xi yue'er takes the lead in holding Huo Yanchen's hand. Her tentacles are cold, causing her a burst of heartache.

See an eye to grasp own small hand, feel that slowly penetrate into his skin temperature, Huo Yanchen eyebrow clear frost gradually melt open.

The corner of the mouth curved, backhand will Xi yue'er's hand in the palm.

"Let's go home."

Low voice with a bit of love, accompanied by the morning wind, let people live in peace.

Heart a jump, Xi Yue Er should a, will Huo Yan Chen's hand tightly hold, follow him to go out.

"Why is the high priest here?"

Moffy and the high priest fell behind.

"I'm not sure, so let's have a look."

The high priest said faintly.

"Who does the high priest worry about?"

"Xiao ran, of course."

The high priest answered naturally, and Mo Fei frowned.

"What is the relationship between the high priest and the fourth lady?"

There is obvious inquiry and displeasure in the tone.

The high priest suddenly laughed, and Huo Yanchen and Xi Yueer in front of him turned their heads and looked at them.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Mo Fei's cold face, and he coughed up to his chin in a hurry.

The high priest waved his hand to the two men in front of him, indicating that they were OK, but the smile from the corner of his mouth continued.

"For whom do you ask that?"

"Nature is the king of Yu."

Mo Fei stares at him discontentedly.

"You will know the relationship between us in the future, but it has nothing to do with what you think."

Mo Fei was suspicious. Seeing this, the high priest laughed and stopped talking.

In the East, the sky began to fill with rosy clouds, and the sky became brighter.

"Emperor, are you all right?"

In front of a deserted palace deep in the palace, Fuhai carefully looks at Kerry at the south gate.

I came here in a hurry, but I stood in a daze at the gate of the wild hall.

"Fuhai, you say, is she still waiting for me in it?"

South Gate Kerry's tone is extremely light.

Fuhai looks at the sky that has turned bright, and thinks of the coldness between his eyebrows when Mo Fei blocks his way.

Sigh and stop talking.

It seems that the shallow sigh of Fuhai stabbed south door Kerry. He stiffened for a moment and strode to the house.

When the mezzanine was opened, Fuhai exclaimed, Kairui's eyebrows overflowed with joy. But the next second, the joy disappeared and became a loss solidified on his slightly pale face.

Fuhai looked into the mezzanine. There was Xiao ran lying in it, but he didn't understand why Nanmen Kerry was still so lost.

"The Emperor..."

"Find someone to solve her acupoints."

South Gate Kerry strode out without looking back. He was in a hurry, and even nearly tripped when he crossed the threshold.

"Where is the emperor going?"

Fuhai looked at him, uneasy, and hurried forward to stop him.

"She must be in yuwangfu. Fuhai, you say that if I lead troops to encircle yuwangfu now, I may win."

The voice is hoarse. Nanmen Kerry looks at Fuhai and seems to want to get affirmation from him.

Fuhai finally understand, the sandwich, is a fake, also guessed the real Xiao ran should have been Huo Yanchen away.

"You know what to learn first as a king."

Fuhai looks at the majestic palace in the distance with calm eyes.

The eagerness and expectation on South Gate Kerry's face slowly disappeared.

He knew that if he wanted to be an emperor, he had to learn to choose.

Can choose, why so painful.

"I don't know what the emperor and the king of Yu said in Fulin palace, but you must have made a decision in your heart about which of them you can and can't touch."

In Fuhai's heart, Huo Yanchen does not fight for the throne, and can even help Nanmen Carey to ascend the throne smoothly.

He didn't know the relationship, but he knew that Xiao ran was the string that Huo Yanchen couldn't touch.

And South Gate Kerry, got the throne, some things are destined to no longer belong to him.

"After all, it's a dream. In my life, I never really wanted anything. The only time I did it was a failure. It seems that I never really had anything except the throne."

South door Kerry smile, just those uneasy panic and decadent Tang are turned into a cool self mockery.

In the end, it turns into calm silence and aloofness.

Fuhai knows that at that moment, the person in front of him is no longer the young man who lost his beloved girl, but the real master of the towering Imperial City in front of him, the emperor with thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Birdsong forest, sunrise in the East, accompanied by the dawn all over the sky, its glory.

"What is master looking at?"

In the inner courtyard of baicaotang, Wison came out of the house, sleepy eyed, and saw the old man standing in the twilight looking to the East.

He rubbed his eyes and went to the old man.

The young man was ignorant. Seeing that the old man didn't answer, he followed his eyes.

There was nothing but the sun rising slowly and the warm light enveloped him.

"The dust has settled, so it is."

The old man murmured, with complex emotions in his eyes.

"What does Master say? There are no stars in the sky. What does Master see?"

Wison became more and more confused. He felt that the old man was different.

For example, the excitement that occasionally appears in the eyes has disappeared, and the worries that have been coagulated in recent days have disappeared.

In fact, it's no different. He thinks his master is just as indifferent as he used to be in junyang mountain and Qiongzhou cottage.

"Master is playing riddles again."

Wison grumbled discontentedly.

The old man turned around, stroked his white beard, flicked it on Huisheng's head, and asked him with a smile:

"It's a fun capital."

"Fun is fun, but in the end, it can't be compared with the purity of the mountains and more troubles."

I do not know what to think of, young eyebrows also congealed light sorrow.

The old man laughed and touched Huisheng's head lovingly.

"I'll pack up in the next few days. We're ready to leave."

"Leave, why leave suddenly, where to go."