Chapter 798

There is no breath lying in the pool of blood, pale as a piece of paper, as if a light breeze can take her away.

Yan Shu staggers forward. His scarlet eyes are full of sinister things. He really wants to break Ye Xin's words to pieces. He hated her, but he loved her. Hate ye Xinci, love a Kui.

But now, a Kui's body is gone. Where should she go?

Or because there is no place to put the soul, and gradually the soul?

Can't think any more -

he shook his head severely and took ye Xinci to the bed. Even though his skin was cold and without temperature, he seemed to turn a blind eye and ordered the doctor to stop bleeding and bandage her.

He sat in the outer hall, watching a basin of clear water coming in and then being turned into a basin of blood water coming out. His eyes were hurt by the red color stabbing, and his eyes were closed tightly, but he felt that, together with his brain, they were all occupied by a bloody scene, which could not be separated.

His temple was beating to death, and he pressed it hard.

Ye Xin died. He died himself. The scene is extremely terrible.

The news was only once passed down by Yan Shu, who sent some rewards to the Ye family as consolation. The Empress Dowager's funeral was in full swing. What he didn't know was that the Empress Dowager died in a sudden death. The emperor pursued Ye Xin to resign as the Empress Dowager of Shu Hui, which gave Ye family enough face.

The coffin stayed in the CI Ning palace for one night. The next day, it was transported to the royal temple without stop. The master chanted Scriptures for the body for ninety-one days and then buried in the imperial mausoleum.

-The four years of Dazhao is an eventful year, because there are too many people who died in this year, whether they are dignified or evil people. On the lofty palace wall, the heavy haze didn't disperse until the next spring.

One month after the Empress Dowager's collapse, she ushered in the five years of Dazhao.

In the early spring, when the ice and snow melt, the willows on the bank begin to sprout slowly. The plan of a year is spring. This year is a new beginning.

Emperor in this year's southern tour, towering boat from the canal all the way south. Although ordinary people are not lucky to see the holy face in this life, the story about the emperor's southern patrol that has been spread around has never been broken.

When the emperor passed Fufeng County, he heard that the county magistrate here was a common people. He pretended to be a fool and severely punished the bad officials. One by one, it seems that the storyteller is right behind Yan Shu. What he said is clear-cut.

At that time, on the wooden platform built in the teahouse, the storyteller knocked on the wood to wake up and filled his mouth with tea. He said that the foam was flying in the air, and the tea guests at the bottom were all listening attentively.

But in this group, there are a pair of people who look like the people in the Jianghu. The outline of the man is profound, but his face is extremely ordinary. There is only a pair of long and narrow Phoenix eyes on his body, which look like hawks and falcons, making people dare not look at him directly.

The other person was wrapped up in a big black open, and his face was covered by a heavy hood. If she sat still and didn't speak, no one else could guess whether he was a man or a woman.

Yan Shu was listening attentively with a smile and a smile. He suddenly turned around and asked, "tired?"

The hood moved slightly, and Yan Shu did not stop. Hearing her thoughts, he immediately got up and held her hand, and carefully took her out.

Their departure did not elicit a reaction from the people next to them.