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Leng Qiyue pulled the butterfly Consort to the front courtyard and sat down. After pouring her a cup of tea, she asked, "Can Elder Sister tell me how the Emperor ascended to the throne?"

Die Fei took a sip of tea and her gaze wavered for a moment. "To explain the whole thing clearly, we need to start from the Emperor finding the Dragon Sword …"

The news of Dongfang Haotian bringing back the Dragon's Might Sword quickly spread throughout the martial arts world, even alerting the court.

At that time, the emperor was only thirty years old, but due to the emotions he had, his body had already reached its limit. Those qualified to inherit the throne were the eldest son of the emperor and his younger brother, Duke Qin. The emperor's eldest son was only ten years old, and the diligent king had been missing from the palace for ten years. The only people who were left with difficulty were Dong Fang Haotian and Dong Fang Chi Mu, but Dong Fang Chi Mu was a man with great ambition, and his mother's background was inferior to Dong Fang Hao's mother. Thus, at that time, Minister Zuo, who was below ten thousand people, cast his gaze at Dongfang Haotian.

The Minister of the Left took the opportunity to marry his daughter in the name of Dongfang Haotian's title as the Military Champion, and the two began planning for the usurpation of the throne.

The Emperor knew that his time was up. In order to save his eldest son's life, he agreed to the Left Premier's request and gave the throne to Dongfang Haotian. However, he had one condition, and that was that the eldest son must be the next successor.

At that time, the empress, who held great authority in her hands, did not see Dongfang Haotian at all. She left the palace in the name of mourning, and took away the qilin in the Tiger Tally. Dongfang Haotian was busy taking in the officials, so he could only temporarily let her leave.

"…" Die Fei smiled faintly. There was a touch of sadness in her smile. After the Emperor entered the palace, he did not seal Hibiscus of the Left as his successor. Instead, he handed the phoenix talisman to her. Zuo Furong was naturally the biggest one in the harem after all, but after all, that wasn't the phoenix seal, so Zuo Furong kept it in her heart as well. There were a few concubines in the harem, but no one stood firm. My family has been quite hard for me to come this far. However, I was still struck by her Dao and sent into a cold palace. To be honest, I refuse to accept it. "

Leng Qiyue shot a glance at Die Fei, and thought to herself, "You and her are the same mountain. They are not good people, and the reason why I helped you get out is only because of my own plans. If you can keep your promise and help me out of the palace, then that's fine. But if you go back on your promise, I won't be polite to you either. "

When Die Fei saw Leng Qiyue lower her head and ponder over it, her heart stirred. She smiled and said, "Little sister, there is no need to think too much into it. When I go out, I will definitely keep my promise and help you out."

Leng Qiyue smiled. She didn't doubt him in her heart, so the two of them chatted for a while.

Die Fei discovered that Leng Qiyue didn't reply even after half a day. She raised her head and saw that Leng Qiyue was sleeping on a chair with an apple in her mouth. One of her legs was still hanging on the back of the chair.

Die Fei laughed coldly in her heart, "Hmph, so what if you have a good face? A woman who came from a commoner's background had never received any form of advanced etiquette. If she was so rude like this, she would make a joke about it sooner or later. Even so, if I were to get rid of her, it would not end well for me. I might as well stay in the Cold Palace. "

15 On that night, Leng Qiyue made many wishing lights and placed them together with the big one in the courtyard. Die Fei felt apprehensive as she watched Leng Qiyue bustle about.

Originally, today, it was the fifteenth. The moon was large and round. However, today, dark clouds covered the sun and the sky. Everyone was afraid of the darkness. At this moment, Die Fei was cowering behind Leng Qiyue, shivering. She was really afraid that something might jump out from some dark corner.

Leng Qiyue looked at the sky and said, "The weather is really good."

Die Fei looked around and asked, "Little sister, can you really do it? There's not even a moon on this day, so how could it be good weather? "

Leng Qiyue smiled but didn't speak. At this moment, Yan Su climbed over the wall and cupped his hands towards Leng Qiyue. "Imperial Concubine, it's time for your majesty and Esteemed Empress Mu to drink wine in the imperial garden."

Leng Qiyue nodded. "Alright, let's begin. Come, help me light those small lamps up."

"Yes." Solemnly takes out a poker and lights the small wishing lamp. The lamp was made of white paper, on which was written the blessing of Her Majesty by Leng Qiyue.

When all the lights had been lit, Leng Qiyue said to Die Fei, "Come quickly. You can sit in that large building with guard Yan."

Die Fei stood panicked in the bamboo basket, then Yan Su poured oil on the fire to increase its intensity.

"Big sister Butterfly Concubine, today we can only rely on luck. If this lamp flies to a high degree that the emperor can't see, then we'll have to wait until the empress dowager returns to the palace before we can leave."

Die Fei grabbed the rope nervously and nodded her head.

The bamboo basket slowly rose. This time, the fuel used was pine and kerosene. Although the heat was enough, it couldn't be too much in order to reduce the weight. Leng Qiyue had expected to be able to fly twenty meters, but the basket only flew about ten meters before it stopped moving.

"Hurry up and light it?" You really are a fool. " Die Fei scolded anxiously when she saw that the bamboo basket was no longer rising.

Yan Su still had a wooden face as he replied stiffly, "Niangniang, there's not enough fuel left. The rest can only let the Niangniang land safely."

Butterfly Consort looked into the distance. The pavilion was tall, and her current position would definitely not be visible from the imperial garden. She looked at the fuel again. There wasn't much left, and her heart instantly grew cold.

Die Fei gritted her teeth and thought, "No, if I don't succeed this time, I will have to wait for more than twenty days. After twenty days, even if I leave the cold palace, I might not be as favored as I was in the past. "No, I can't sit still and wait for death. Today, she must go out."

Die Fei made up her mind and looked coldly at Yan Su, "You, go down. As long as I reduce my weight, I can fly even higher. "

Yan Su heard this and was shocked. He said, "Your Highness, please don't. If this servant goes down, who will protect Your Highness?"

Die Fei's eyes flashed with a cold light as she suddenly struck Yan Su's chest with her palm. Although Yan Su saw Die Fei charging towards him, he did not dare to retaliate. At first, he thought that the strength of Die Fei's attack wouldn't be able to injure him, but when that jade-like hand slapped against his chest, he knew he was wrong. So Die Fei's martial arts weren't weak at all. His huge body was suddenly knocked out of the basket and fell to the ground in a straight line.

Leng Qiyue was watching the situation in the sky from her position on the ground. Seeing the bamboo basket unable to rise up, she was extremely anxious. When she suddenly saw Yan Su jump out of the basket, she was shocked and frantically pulled the balloon she had made the first time and placed it on the fire. When the fire increased the intensity of the balloon by half, Yan Su fell down. Fortunately, his martial arts foundation was not weak and with the help of the balloon, he was able to survive.

After falling to the ground, Yan Su's body went into a state of numbness. His clothes were set on fire after the coals had burned through his skin. Leng Qiyue frantically dragged him out and poured another bucket of water on his body before extinguishing the fire.

"Yan Su, Yan Su, are you alright?" Leng Qiyue held Yan Su in her arms and slapped his face.

After some time, Yan Su finally said, "Empress, your servant is fine."

Leng Qiyue let out a sigh of relief, but before she could laugh, she angrily scolded again, "Are you stupid? jumping off from such a high ground, even if it's to let Consort Butterfly fly higher, you can't just take your life as a joke. Do you know what kind of words you can leave behind? "

When Yan Su saw that Leng Qiyue was really angry, he quickly turned around and kneeled on the ground. "This servant is scared, but this servant knows his wrongs."

Only then did Leng Qiyue dispel her anger. "Get up. Don't do anything foolish in the future." Everyone has the right to live, and it's not something that can be given away just because someone says so. " Leng Qiyue suddenly remembered that this was ancient times. In ancient times, an overlord was death and God. He could bestow upon you treasures, and he could reap your life at any time.

Leng Qiyue sighed and said, "Forget it. In a place like this, we can only resign ourselves to fate. Whether or not Dian Fei can leave will depend on her luck. Yan Su, immediately leave this place to recover from your injuries. Remember, your master is Mu Fei. Other than her, other women don't need to die for her. Mu Fei is a gentle woman. She's very kind and should be better off by her side. "

Yan Su raised his head and looked at Leng Qiyue, who was wearing a moon-white dress. Her expression was clear and cold, her eyes were filled with gloom, and her brows were slightly furrowed as if she was in dire straits. However, the scattered coals of fire caught the white light, making the wooden log's heart race. His face turned red, and without a single word, he immediately turned around and ran, quickly climbing over the palace wall and disappearing.

Leng Qiyue was stunned for a moment. What was wrong with this piece of wood? He ran so fast like his butt was on fire, did he see a ghost? At this moment, she didn't have the mind to think about it. She raised her head and saw that Die Fei was slowly flying in the direction of the imperial garden.