C6

After a few twists, the man led her to an extremely quiet place, where she looked up at the clouds.

The man asked the maid to take him in and he went back to answer his orders. The maid led him into a room which was very dark. The beaded curtain divided the room into two parts, one half of which was a table and the other half was covered by a heavy curtain.

The maid opened the curtain, and inside was a bed, You'er walked closer to it, a somewhat unfamiliar face appearing before her eyes. He looked very much like an emperor, with his long and narrow eyes, thin upper lip, and the same chin, which gave him a wild and unruly air.

You Long shook her head. It had been so long that she couldn't remember who it was. The maidservant reminded him in a low voice, "This is the Sixth Prince."

Wandering was stunned for a moment. A long journey? The busy road was the Chen Emperor's youngest son. When she last saw him, he was only three years old, babbling along with the teacher's teacher. His young face was plump and round, unlike the skinny bones of today. You Duan'er looked at the medicine bowl beside her and asked, "Is he sick?"

The maid took a look at the busy road as she slept and sighed softly.

Perhaps it was because it was too warm in her memories. Even if she hadn't seen him for more than three hundred years, she would still feel as pained as if she had kissed her elder sister when she saw his current appearance.

A slight noise woke him up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw You Duan'er.

You Zou'er was stunned for a moment. Just as she wanted to speak, she was called: "Sister."

Sis and Sis, do you think this looks good?

"Sis and Sis, mufei won't let me eat sugar, do you still have sugar here?"

"Big Sis, I beat up Teacher. Do you think he will complain to Ah Pa?"

When he recalled that chubby little face in his memories, he always looked like he was acting coquettishly.

"I heard you wanted to see me?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" The girl covered her mouth and coughed violently. The maid handed the handkerchief over and brought him another bowl of medicinal soup.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked when she saw the dark soup.

"It's not that I'm sick, it's just that the time has come."

"It seems like Sister doesn't know yet." Yoakum shook his head.

"Ever since Sister A left, this Myriad Palace was no longer the same Myriad Temple as before." Ruoxi panted heavily, "Big Brother, Second Brother, Fifth Brother, they all died in succession."

You Duan'er was stunned. Emperor Chen had a total of four sons. In the span of three hundred years, he had already sent three of them? How could that be?

"When Big Brother left, Big Brother's mufei, Luan Lingfei, also went with you." You Zian'er recalled that Luan Ling Fei was extremely gentle and obedient. She didn't go out all day and didn't listen to outside affairs. Perhaps it was because of this that Emperor Chen had treated her well, and the first son was born by her. With the death of the first prince, the phoenix spirit imperial concubine was overcome with grief.

"Ever since Big Brother and Luan Lingfei left, there have been no peaceful days in this palace. Many palace people went missing for no reason, and when we found them, all that was left was a corpse. The people in the palace were terrified, and could not be at peace all day. Then, the plague took Second Brother away. "

The eyes of the busy road turned red. The second prince was the older blood brother of the busy road, and because their mother, Imperial Consort Qing, was too weak after the delivery, she left the road and the second prince were left behind.

You Duan'er didn't know how to comfort him, so she could only pat him on the shoulder.

"After second brother left, rumors began to spread. It was said that Imperial Concubine Yu was her mother's consort …" At this point, he looked up at her, and You Zui gave a wry smile. "It's alright, go on."

"The rumours are that Imperial Concubine Chaoyu died too miserably, and that the spirit of the wrongdoer did not dissipate." Others said that they saw Sister Four's soul with their own eyes. "

The fourth sister of the road is Are. Wandering Child clenched his fist. Only then did he realize that his ten fingers were sore and soft, without any strength left in them.

"The rumors in the palace are too powerful. Ah Pa has issued a ban, and no one is allowed to mention it. Just like this, the days have finally come to an end, but fifth brother, "trepidation was shown in the eyes of Zou Yi:" A good fifth brother suddenly went crazy, spoke nonsense, bit people when they saw him, smashed things whenever they saw him, and almost strangled a doctor when Ah Da sent people to treat him. Abba was extremely anxious. He searched everywhere for a famous doctor to treat his fifth brother, but there was no sign of any improvement. In just two years time, fifth brother had become inhuman, ghostly or ghostly. "Later …"

The busy road had another fit of coughing. He was coughing so hard that he rolled backwards and forwards. His face was flushed red.

The servants quickly went up to pat his back and pass him water. They waved their hands to tell him to back off and then pulled You Zou'er away and said: "Fifth Brother …" "He was eaten by himself."

She had seen people eat people a lot. She had even seen demons eat ghosts before, but eating her … The image of eating her own raw flesh appeared in her mind, causing her stomach to churn. "According to the people who found him, he cut off his leg and bit down until only bones remained," he said. "From then on, Abba was always sick." "I went to see him," said You Zian. "I didn't see anything wrong with him." "I can't take it anymore. If my father were to be seen to be in pain again, based on the ambition of those people in the court, how long do you think we can hold on for?"

"What kind of illness are you?" "It's not an illness, it's destiny. "Big brother, second brother, fifth brother's death was not a coincidence. My illness was only a response to heaven's will."

You Zian'er thought that if someone was the culprit behind the departure of Chen Emperor Jiu Wu Zhizun's sons, with his abilities, he would definitely find out. He definitely wouldn't wait until he became this ill.

You Duan'er didn't know how to treat a patient, but she could tell that he was very ill. "What did the doctor say?" "No matter how much the physician tries, it's just a matter of hanging himself on the edge of death's door," Chunlai said with a sigh, as if life and death were on the line.

"I can't investigate a case and I can't cure a patient," said You Ziteng. "But you are father's last hope."

Hope? You were only three years old when I was exiled, but it has been more than three hundred years. You must know why I was exiled. He destroyed everything that happened to me. To him, my existence was the shame of his life, he said I was not worthy of death, he said my blood was dirty, and he even sent me to the mountains to torture me. Do you know what it's like? Do you know how I've lived these 300 years? "

"Sister! Father is getting old! I don't have much time left! After I die, you'll be the only one Father left!"

The pain from the illness was torturing the industry, and the flesh on his face had been severely reduced. The cheekbones on both sides were protruding out, making his eyes appear even more slender, just like the father in Wandering Child's memories.

Everyone in the Thousand Empire Mountain knew that the Monarch Chen had three princes and they loved him dearly. He was his beloved daughter, and even if she wanted to pick the stars from the heavens, his father would carry her and fly into the sky with all his might. He would fly until he couldn't fly anymore before summoning a mount to hug her and lulling her to sleep.

However, one day, her most gentle and beloved father suddenly rushed into her mother's palace with a sword in his hand and placed it against her neck. She burst into tears and threw herself into his arms, begging him to take the sword away. She was afraid.

That time, his father didn't hug her, but had his guards pull her away without even giving her a glance.

Mufei was taken away and never returned.

She asked the mama where the mufei had gone. The mama wiped away her tears as she packed her things. "Wang Ji, this old servant won't be able to serve you in the future. You have to be perfectly fine by yourself." She wanted to ask where Mammy was going. But it wasn't just Mammy who left. All the maids were gone, and even the people who had been taking care of her were gone.

In the winter and the winter, she was alone in the darkness, holding the infant Arelish in her arms. She was afraid of the dark. She was afraid of the dark, too, but she could not cry because if she cried, then who would try to coax her.

Later, when she was hungry, she went to where the nurse lived, but there was no one there.

As soon as she cried out in hunger, she scooped up the rice soup from the serving maid and gave it to her with a small spoon.

There was only one bowl of rice soup, and once Arelish drank it, she was gone. It was snowing heavily outside. Without the brazier, she held on tightly to her, not daring to let go.

Even so, she went.

One morning, when she was feeding her rice soup, she found that she could not wake up. She knelt down outside the great hall while holding onto Ah Rui. From morning till night, no one could see her father. Later, an old nanny led someone to snatch the baby from her hands, and she stumbled after him. The old nanny scouted out the baby and threw the baby into the fire.

At that moment, she was about to go crazy.

The swaddling child was licked and devoured by the flames. She could almost hear the heart-wrenching cries of Are.

She fainted, and the young woman thought in her dreams how wonderful it would be if she stayed like this forever, never waking up.

But the Heavens were cruel. When she woke up, she was lying in mufei's arms.

A drop of liquid landed on her face. She raised her head and saw that her mufei's beautiful face was covered in blood. The mufei calmly hugged her as she stared at her father.

"Ari is dead. This is your last child."

Mufei did not speak, not even tears. Wandering Child looked at mufei and then at Abba, why did he not cry? Why don't you shed tears when Ari is dead?

Mufei gently pushed her away and smiled coldly at Abba. "It's great that he's dead. Our family will be reunited that way."

You Duan'er wanted to ask what mufei meant, but mufei couldn't say anything because Abba's sword had cut off her head. The mufei's head rolled to her feet and let out a final breath.

She stared at herself in mufei's eyes, her expression ferocious as if she were a demon from hell. When Abba left, he said, "I won't let you all reunite." You Duan'er wanted to hug his mufei's head, but was forcibly pressed down to the ground, listening to a man read out her father's imperial edict.

Only now did she realize that she wasn't the third prince of the Myriad Dawn Palace because she was simply a vile child born out of a personal relationship with the mufei. There was also A-Rui. The young A-Rui had even gotten the name of a vile child.

She was stripped of her divine bones, stripped of her divine records, and exiled to the desolate mountain. It had been over three hundred years …

Over the course of more than three hundred years, she had never once forgotten the scene of Ali's burning.

She hated the viciousness of Emperor Chen. She hated Imperial Concubine Yu for her overbearing nature, and she even hated the cruelty of heaven. Imperial Concubine Chaoyu had died, and Rui had died. Why was she the only one left to bear the pain alone?

You Zou'er slowly stood up and walked out of the hall, leaving the busy road behind her. With a slight movement of the bead curtain, her ethereal voice echoed in the air: "I want to be Wang Ji of the Myriad Temple."

When he returned to his room, he sat there quietly like a stone statue.

Little Spring came in to pour some water. He couldn't help but feel a bit scared when he saw that her face was ashen like that of a zombie's.

Not long after, the man who was leading the group to see Emperor Chen came up to You Duan'er with a golden book in his hand. Little Spring and a bunch of servants hurriedly kneeled on the ground.

The man didn't seem to find it strange. Instead, his attitude became even more respectful. He slowly opened the golden book and read out the order.

After he finished reading the letter, the man led the group to kneel down and said, "We welcome Wang Ji's return from her travels."

Yes, not a recall of exile, but a return from an excursion.

At that time, the Emperor only cared about face, saying that Arelish died early, that Imperial Consort Chaoyu passed away in grief and illness, and that the three kings, Ji Yun, came out to relieve their worries.

Yun Duan, You Duan'er silently muttered these two words in her heart. Yes, Yun Duan was the three princesses of the Myriad Temple, and she was Yun Duan.

When she was exiled, she didn't even want to think about the past anymore. She didn't even want to mention the name. When asked, she would just call herself Wandering. Swimming is not a wandering, but a wandering soul.

Yun Duan stretched out a hand and handed over the golden book with both hands.

"Wang Ji's chambers have been prepared. Please return to the palace."

"No," she said.

The official said with a troubled expression, "This place is not suitable for Wang Ji's etiquette."

"Then break the etiquette," Yun Duan said to Little Green. "From now on, you will stay by my side."

After all, he was an old man of the palace. Observing the expressions of others was his most basic ability. He ordered several teams of guards to be on alert, sent some smart and capable maids to serve him, and added some flower decorations. After everything was settled, Fang lowered his head and took his leave.