The hand that Cangqiong bent down was still falling on me, "There are rain and snow in winter, and the weather is round and waxing. No matter how the sky changes, Cangqiong will always follow His Highness."

The smile on the corner of my mouth was approaching madness: “You will die in Cangqiong, aren’t you afraid?”

"Everyone dies, there is nothing to be afraid of." Cangqiong used his strength to help me up, wiped the blood from my lips, and said in a low voice: "I offended Your Highness."

Pick me up and take me back to the temple.

The saints on both sides of the temple all bowed their heads and did not dare to look around.

I was placed on the bed by him. He took off my shoes piously and carefully, put the glass lamp on the head of my bed in my arms, pulled the bedding, and knelt under my bed: "Your Highness, sleep, my subordinates will protect your Highness."

The cold quilt, even if there is a warm jade underneath, the body will not be able to warm for a while.

I held the glass lamp, turned around, turned my back to the sky, and looked at my bed curtain with my eyes open. Like countless times at night, I kept reminding myself to go to bed quickly and to sleep quickly. Only when I wake up will it be a new day.

After I became warm, I gradually fell into deep sleep.

The killings I saw in the East were perfectly presented in my dreams, the dark wars, the displaced people, the cry of sorrow all over the world, endless, invisible.

I watched these killings, blood splattered on me, and saw swords and shadows flashing in front of my eyes, and the innocent people's heads fell on the ground and rolled away.

Blood flowed into a river, and there was nothing else on the vast earth except blood red and screams.

I was awakened by a cold ice, and the purpose was that Aya hovered around me, and my arms were wrapped around its snake, and I was awakened by the freezing of his ice.

And this cold wake-up has been half a month. In the dream of this half month, I felt like I had spent my whole life and became more sure that I foresee my way of death.

I will break my limbs, dry my blood, and die in the chaos of the world.

When Cangqiong heard my movement, he straightened up, as if he had been kneeling here and did not get up: "Your Highness, you are awake."

I sat up with my body, pressed my chest with my hands, and Aya rubbed me, pulled off her tail, circled a position inside my wide bed, closing her eyes as big as a copper bell.

I relaxed for a long time, and got out of bed with a hush: "Cangqiong, we will go down the mountain in an hour."

Since you can't escape death, then witness it well, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Cangqiong would not violate my orders, and he replied yes.

I was soaking in the bubble hot spring. Cang Yan was lying beside the hot spring eating grapes, telling me the changes in the outside world: "The spy from Wucheng, come back and say that Beiling in the Central Plains is already in chaos."

"The heroes are in power, and the empress dowager cannot control Beiling. The current emperor is not the orthodox emperor. The empress dowager does not have a dead son. The former eunuch restaurant Wei Qi Jingque is the orthodox."

"Who is the Queen Mother's son?" I asked in my heart and blurted out.

"The eunuch Qi Jingque, who was cruel and unstable in Beiling's methods, is the son of the empress dowager." Cang Yan did not doubt me, and said the information he received: "The spy said that the old emperor Beiling gave him a fake identity in order to train him, and there was a will to prove that he was orthodox, not a eunuch."

Qi Jingque is not a eunuch. He is the son of Empress Dowager Beiling and the direct descendant of the late emperor Beiling. In this way, the throne of Beiling is indeed his.

He left the Snowy Holy Mountain and returned to Beiling, feeling that power was what he pursued.

But why does my heart hurt so much?

Seeing that I was silent, Cangyan continued to say, "Emperor Beiling Helian Jue went to the capital, went to the Jiangnan area, and became the emperor again. He was recruiting soldiers and horses under the banner of extermination of the empress dowager."

"The Guifang also began to attack the Beiling border, and the Beixing also mixed it with one step. The purpose is to expand its territory and divide the Central Plains into its own pocket."

"Your Highness, what are you thinking about when you say these idiots? In the Central Plains, since Qinhuang and Hanwu, which foreigner can truly master them?"

"The culture of the Central Plains is something that is not my race, but I will be punished." I tried my best to suppress the discomfort in my heart and replied to Cang Yan's words: "In their hearts, only our own people can fight within themselves, but others cannot come and make us think about it."

"If foreigners are strong enough and use force to suppress them, they can suppress them, but this will also make them counterattack. What will happen if they counterattack? There are many lessons to learn from."

"Tell people in southern Xinjiang not to act rashly, guard their border towns well, and don't let others take advantage of the situation and move their own territory."

Cang Yan nodded: "Of course, Your Highness is sleeping in a coma. News has been heard from the southern border that he will not participate in any battles and will also close the border entrances and exits."

"Close the entrance and exit?" I asked casually. There are still such sensible people in southern Xinjiang. Shouldn't others eat meat and drink soup? "Who gave the order?"

"It's the eldest prince." Cangyan said with bright eyes and white teeth: "The king is seriously ill. The eldest prince governs the country. In order to stabilize the country, he replaced the order issued by the king."

"Some people in the court did not agree with his orders, thinking that this was a good opportunity to expand their territory, but his thunderous momentum had already received the emperor's edict, so they suppressed these people."

What is the name of the eldest prince in southern Xinjiang?

I thought about it for a moment, and remembered that his name was Si Yanxi, who was the legitimate son of the King of Southern Xinjiang and the son of the former deceased queen. Logically speaking, if his mother was still alive and the throne in Southern Xinjiang was his, I would not need me to go out to make trouble?

I was wearing the first ray of sunshine in the morning and a small green snake wrapped around my wrist, just like an emerald bracelet.

Aya was left by me in the temple, and asked it to protect me, and inform it that the disobedient people in the temple were all their meals on the plate.

When I came out of the temple, the people everywhere I went, begging me to bring blessings to them.

I am in a good mood and will get off the carriage and pray for them.

Everyone I touched was moved and cried bitterly, wishing to die for me.

The high priests in southern Xinjiang, and the beliefs of the people in southern Xinjiang, are legendary, and can call wind and rain, communicate with ghosts and gods, and talk to gods.

In fact, I don’t have these skills at all. At most, I know a little illusion, such as auspiciousness from the sky, a hundred birds flying together, and a phoenix rooster on the paulownia tree, disappearing between heaven and earth in an instant.

These are miracles for the people, and they worship them throughout their lives.

When we arrived in the capital, it was not yet dawn.

Taking advantage of the time we entered the city, Cang Yan and I got off the carriage, hid in the dark, watched the people coming from the palace, and welcomed the carriage in. Cangqiong did not notice that we were missing.

Cang Yan looked at the carriage that was leaving, patted her chest as if she had survived a disaster, and relieved her breath: "Your Highness, we have escaped. Wherever you are going, I will go with you at the ends of the world."

I slapped him on the head with one hand: "Follow me at the ends of the world, didn't you deliberately hook me down? Be careful that the sky has known that you have peeled your skin."

Cang Yan grinned and said, "With Your Highness here, I'm not afraid of that old guy. He is the most boring person. He has a coffin face all day long, just like someone else owe him."

"Who do you think is wearing a coffin face every day?" Cangqiong's voice came from behind him, frightening Cangyan so much that he jumped up, hid behind me, and stuttered: "You... haven't you entered the palace?"

Cangqiong smiled gloomyly, reached out and stretched out his hand, twisted it on Cangyan's ear, and took him out from behind me. Cangyan begged for mercy in pain.

I did not have any sympathy for Cang Yan, and my eyes were raised and I looked forward.

Ninth night, a monk wearing a white monk's robe, with his eyes and eyes as he looked like a picture, his hands folded and slowly walked towards me.

He bowed to me with a ray of wind in the morning, like the bright moon, and his whole body emitted a soft light: "I welcome your highness at the banquet. Your Highness will live forever and be blessed with all the wind and moon."

I frowned: "You are the eldest prince, have you become a monk?" My eyes couldn't help but look at Cang Yan. He didn't tell me that the eldest prince in southern Xinjiang had become a monk.

Cang Yan shrank when he touched my eyes and stopped begging for mercy.

Si Yanxi smiled at the corner of his mouth, folded his hands and spread his hands, and a blood mark appeared on his palm. This dazzling blood mark made his palm look like a broken palm without any trace.

"Is this caused by man?" I stared at the bloody marks on his palm. The bloody marks no longer bleed, just like what grew on his hands. But I knew that even if the hand with a broken palm would not have a bloody mark. This scar looked more like a confinement or a forbidden technique.

"Your Highness." Si Yan handed his hand in front of me.

I had a good impression of other people's compassion and never had any resistance. I quietly put my hand on his hand. Suddenly, my vitality that did not belong to me was uploaded from his hand.
Chapter completed!