Chapter 780

Emperor Yan woke up too suddenly. The efficacy is unknown. No one knows if there will be any sequelae. It's better to be safe.

The captain of the bodyguard came with his majesty. Yan Qiqi was so frightened that the captain of the bodyguard almost pulled out his knife. Fortunately, Emperor Yan stopped him with his other hand and drank him back silently with his eyes.

When Emperor Yan became an emperor, his heart hardened a lot. He loved himself more than anyone. Today, seeing Qi Qi's subconscious move, he suddenly melted his frozen heart and felt that his whole body was warm.

Yan Qiqi was very attentive. He turned around and took the night pearl to Emperor Yan. He carefully examined his face. Sure enough, his face is much more normal than the ruddy look of Emperor Yan before. Even his pulse is not like a drum beating without rhythm.

It seems that Xinglan's prescription is really useful.

It not only calms the mind and calms the Qi, but also mediates the meridians. A miracle doctor is a miracle doctor.

"77, can you see anything different?" Yan luoqian looked more nervous than Emperor Yan.

Before, Emperor Yan felt that Yan luoqian was indecisive. He was not satisfied with what the crown prince did, so he pointed at him and picked his fault everywhere.

Even before he went into a coma, he was thinking of abolishing the crown prince.

Anyway, he is in the heyday of spring and autumn, and there are countless concubines. There will always be women who will give him children. If the charming concubine gives him another son, maybe she can really set up another prince. Once this idea is formed in his mind, it will take root and sprout like budding seeds, and stay in his heart for a long time.

But today, when he woke up, he found that his only son Yan luoqian had a broken beard, but he had a happy expression on his face.

There was hope, joy and excitement in his eyes, but there was no disappointment.

He knows his son. His nature is not bad, but he is indecisive. But because of this, he still has a lot of dissatisfaction and always imposes his hope on him. Now he really thinks it shouldn't be.

Emperor Yan knew that he had narrowly escaped death this time.

At the beginning of his coma, he felt that he was dreaming. In the dream, he met many people, including the dead Duke Cheng. He stood there covered with blood and asked why he didn't save his life.

In the dream, there was a bloody fog, and there was a torrent of blood under his feet. Countless people who couldn't see their faces clearly and lacked arms and legs were asking for his life. His arms were incomplete and maggots were everywhere. He was disgusting and retching.

His legs were soft and he wanted to escape. He found that there was no way to go. The fog filled the air. Many old people and old stories appeared in front of him. At that moment, he felt in a trance that he was in purgatory on the 18th floor.

All kinds of demons and ghosts have come.

What's more, a sad melody has been lingering in his ears. He is the only one left in the world. There are dead bodies around him. Emperor Yan looks around. He is a little afraid. It's getting darker and darker. He can't see his fingers. The sound of the piano in his ears is getting faster and faster. He rings gold and drums, thousands of horses gallop, and his eardrums are about to crack.

The drums were getting faster and faster. Yan Di's heart was about to jump to his throat. He felt that all his blood was crowded, flowing back from his toes and straight to his head!

The blood wind roared, the blood fog around was getting thicker and thicker, and the vast land was full of ghosts and wolves. Flying sand and stones were like Yin soldiers passing through, which made people shudder. He felt that his life would be explained here today.

Just when Emperor Yan was about to give up his struggle, there was another gust of wind. All the dark clouds dispersed. All the terrible scenes just now disappeared. In an instant, it was soft and thousands of miles. The spring breeze blew his face, which made people intoxicated. It seemed that the scenes just now were illusions, and all the snacks dispersed. Instead, he changed a space. As soon as he turned around, he came to a room with carved beams and painted buildings.

The fragrance smelled, and there were a wide range of delicious wine and food in front of him. Countless beautiful women covered with gauze still held a lute and half covered their faces. They were graceful and graceful and lined up towards him, which made him dizzy.

The slender jade finger has been playing on the pipa. It's strange that so many people play, but the rhythm is not chaotic at all. Each of them looks at him with a smile, and looks at others through him.

The music was out of tune and out of tune. The cadence was like an insect, drilling and itching to his heart.

He still remembered that he was an emperor, surrounded by countless beautiful women, who were left to him to choose. He wasted countless women. He didn't know that there was such a place outside the world, and the beauty would make him forget to return.

When the beauty was on the side of Emperor Yan, she immediately forgot that he almost died just now, and her eyes were staring out.

Although this group of people are veiled, their eyes are like autumn eyes and their eyebrows are like Daishan. They are charming. They are even more beautiful than princess charming when they are carried out alone.

What's more, these beauties surrounded him. He scratched with his hands and didn't even touch the corners of other people's clothes. Those people were as slippery as fish in the water. They were obviously close in front of him, but they couldn't catch them.

He was a little anxious, eager to catch one, but the more so, the more he couldn't catch it.

Just when he was in a panic, suddenly a woman in purple and pink clothes ran straight into his arms. Emperor Yan had some doubts in his heart. He had teased and played with these people for so long and had never seen this person.

When Yan Dizheng was confused, the woman's veil also slipped down, revealing her true face.

His eyes were like water, his eyebrows were like Dai, and his body was slim. When he rushed into his arms, the fragrance smelled and went straight into his nostrils. It was a taste he was very familiar with and missed.

He looked down and was entangled with the sight of the man in his arms. When he saw his face, he just felt that the gods and souls trembled and couldn't help themselves. His mouth opened and closed, and his words rolled in his throat for a long time before he opened his mouth. He knew it was impossible, but the only hope in his heart blurted out and called out the name that lingered in his heart countless times, "Linlang..."

This cry he couldn't help crying out, that is, the dreamy talk when Yan Qiqi was close to his ear last night.

Time has changed. It has been almost ten years. This is the first time that Linlang has entered his dream. For the first time, she didn't dodge, and even looked at him with an affectionate face.