At the critical moment, the King of Southern Xinjiang rushed towards me, threw me to the ground, pressed my body on me, and the high-rise horse hooves fell on him.

The weight of a horse, coupled with crazy things, can break a person's bones. The bones penetrate the spleen and cause all of a person's internal organs to break.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood was spit out of the mouth of the King of Southern Xinjiang.

His body poured to the side, his mouth full of blood, and he was still smiling.

The horse ran away from him and ran towards the crowd in the distance, alarming the crowd.

I was not hurt at all, except for a little bit of his blood, and I was intact.

Cang Yan and Si Yanan came immediately, trying to take him to seek treatment from the witch doctor.

I shouted loudly to stop them, and asked them to let go of the King of Southern Xinjiang and carefully.

For my savior, my fingers were trembling. As soon as he put them on his pulse, he held my finger with his back hand, "No need to worry, I can save Your Highness, I have the honor of three lives."

I bit my teeth lightly, calmed my mind, and looked at his mouth that was bleeding from his mouth because of his speech: "I can save you, you believe me."

The King of Southern Xinjiang shook his head: "It's good to save or not. If Gu had known that Xier would not be in the country, Gu would have abandoned the country."

"I can let him inherit the country." I have inherited his life and insisted on letting his son ascend the throne as king. I can have a way to make him give up his wish to be a monk.

"No need." The King of Southern Xinjiang held my hand tightly, his eyes were a little distracted, and his nostalgia appeared. His words flowed out with blood: "The country of Southern Xinjiang, please give it to Your Highness."

A bone breaks through the spleen and cannot be saved.

He knew, so he didn't let me save it.

He asked me to promise him to help him manage the southern Xinjiang country and entrust the southern Xinjiang country to me. He thought I had the ability to find someone who could be the southern Xinjiang country.

"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" My eyes turned red. The man lying in my arms is no longer young and handsome, but is already old.

He has a close relationship with me. He is my sister's husband and he loves my sister. Although my sister and I don't have much feelings for each other, this relationship is endless.

The King of Southern Xinjiang let go of my hand and raised it. His eyes were scattered and suddenly gathered brilliance. He looked at me straight, treating me as his sister Xi Yan, touched my face with his hand and shouted: "Xi Yan, you are here to pick me up, Gu is so happy."

I lowered my head and stared at him, and I did not correct his mistakes.

His thin hands touched my face, and I didn't dodge until his hands fell, his head tilted into my arms, and his eyes closed with a smile on his face.

I looked at the corner of his smile, maybe this is not death, but a new life for him.

He wanted to die, but he just saved me by the way.

I closed my eyes deeply and breathed a sigh of relief.

As he opened his eyes, he looked at Si Yanan coldly: "The horse was frightened, and he rode his horse in the downtown area. Check it out for me to see who is so bold and dares to do this."

Si Yanan shook all over, knelt on the ground, and replied yes.

The King of Southern Xinjiang has passed away and there is no new King of Southern Xinjiang to inherit the throne. I, the high priest of Southern Xinjiang, naturally become a state-controller.

Si Yan was wearing a cotton and linen white monk's robe, which looked like a mourning dress. He knelt in front of the coffin of the Southern King. He had not received the precepts on his head, so he was not considered a Buddhist disciple.

I was wondering whether to force him to inherit the throne? My Buddha was merciful to save people and influence others. He became the king of southern Xinjiang and managed southern Xinjiang well and could save more people. Why not do it?

Thinking of this, I stood beside him and looked at the huge and thick coffin: "Your father died for me, and his greatest wish is that you inherit the throne of southern Xinjiang."

The feast was twisting paper money and putting it in the brazier. The fire burned, emitting a hot light. He said calmly: "The father did not die for you, he wanted to die or not."

"Your Highness doesn't know that his health is not good, not because he is not well treated, but because he took Mandala himself."

Taking mandala is a poison that can make people addicted, kill people, and cause hallucinations to make people see themselves and want to see everything, but afterwards it makes people life worse than death.

I checked the body of the Nanjiang King before and found out that there was a mandala toxin in his body. I thought he was trying to relieve pain, but I didn't expect that he used mandala to seek death and used mandala to see my dead sister.

Si Yanqi's mouth curled up a calm curve, paused slightly, and then said, "When I was ten years old, he didn't want to live anymore. He told me that everyone was not the queen of the mother. He found many women and chose many concubines."

"He favors them, rewards them, and gives them everything they want, but they are not mothers after all. After being happy, he will only be even more lonely. No one like mothers, who only loves him, not his country, not his glory and wealth, and not his rights."

"He hoped that he could not find a woman like the Queen of Mother. He began to take mandala, hoping to see Queen of Mother in his hallucination, the poison on his body was not something he had been slapped by others, but he had been slapped by himself."

"It was also his own order that he would not be allowed to find the poisoned person. Every time he was about to recover from the treatment, he took himself to poison and hid in the bedroom where the sun was gone all day long, and waited to come to him with his mother."

I slowly squatted down, looked at the flames ignited by the paper money Jinbo, and slowly reached out, and the fire was on my hand: "How could there be such a stupid person? He can look for me."

Seeing that my hand was burned by the fire, Si Yanshi wanted to stop it. When I closed my hand, I appeared in front of him intact: "Don't worry, this fire is not anything to me."

The King of Southern Xinjiang knew how many skills I had, but he did not come to me, nor did he mention resurrecting my sister, his queen.

Is this my luck or my distrust of me?

Si Yan's exquisite eyebrows and eyes bent slightly, looking at me with compassion: "Who will not be hurt, it's just a trick."

"Your Highness is a little older than me, but you are a child after all. The father does not look for you. It is the father who knows that everything has the cause and the result."

"Is the Queen Mother the Queen who resurrected my mother? Is the Queen Mother the Queen the original? A soul living in someone else's body will eventually bring about other people's habits. God is fair, compassionate, and even cruel."

I can't understand that for my sister, the King of Southern Xinjiang can be willing to lose his life and knows that I can resurrect her, but he doesn't come to me.

Perhaps just as Si Yan said that the so-called resurrection from the dead was just a self-deception, and the souls that brought other people's habits to do it again, but it was not that person after all.

I breathed a deep breath and slowly stood up. My voice was cold and alienated: "The jade seal of southern Xinjiang is in your hands, and the military power is also in your hands. Who is the newly appointed king in southern Xinjiang? Choose a few reserve candidates for this palace."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to be the King of Southern Xinjiang. Just choose the King of Southern Xinjiang. As a royal family, you have enjoyed glory and wealth in the first half of your life. If you don't return the glory and wealth that you have enjoyed in the first half of your life, don't run away."

Si Yanqi was slightly stunned, lowered his eyebrows and looked down, and was still kind: "I will respect Your Highness what you want."

He was merciful like giving alms. This feeling was so bad that I couldn't help but want to get angry.

Sure enough, there is no snow in the Snowy Holy Mountain. In this hot summer, my temper and mood are irritable.

I am still suitable for the sacred mountain in the snow. The cold can suppress the anger in my heart and make my heart feel as calm as water and cold frost.

There were two rows of kneeling outside, one row of civil and military officials, and one row of concubines and princes in the harem.

Si Sizi came up to help me, but she didn't forget to look at Si Yanting. The two of them were like rats in the dark, secretly peeping, ready to wait for an opportunity to steal food.

"Your Highness." Si Yanan came out in a mourning clothes and bowed to me: "The horse rider in the downtown area has been caught. What should we do?"

I glanced at him and said ruthlessly: "I have found out that I have killed the nine clans. Is this necessary to teach you?"

Si Yanan's whole body froze, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes: "Yes, I'll do it now, but there is another person who caught the horse. Please see Your Highness, your Highness, do you think?"

I frowned, my eyes were like a blade, and I shook at Si Yanan: "You are the third prince of Southern Xinjiang. You have to ask me about this little thing, Nanjiang, how can I hand it over to you?"

If I ask to see me, I will meet him. Who gave him this illusion?

A trace of fear in Si Yanan's eyes turned into shock and joy.

And I turned his joy into despair and continued, "You can't do such a small matter well. Can you sit in the court and see any cat and dog in the future, and you can put down the major affairs in the court and go to see you?"

"Si Yanan, you are so disappointed by me. Just kneel down and reflect on me."

Si Yanan's body trembled instantly, his feet were unstable and took two steps back, and he knelt again on the position he should have kneeled.

Si Sizi thought he was self-righteous and raised the corners of his mouth in the place where I couldn't see it. The posture of supporting me was more respectful and more intimate.

I see through the small actions she deliberately shows, but don’t say them out loud. Life is boring and always needs some fun things to fill in.

Since Si Sizi likes to jump in front of me and demonstrates her excellence, I can't expose her so quickly and let her continue to jump.

But when she jumped, she put me in the man whom Si Yanan asked me to see me, and he arranged that man outside the memorial hall.

As soon as I left the hall, I saw the man who asked to see me. His handsome cheeks, light brown eyes, and a wolf-like coldness. He was wearing a coarse cloth robe, as if he was wearing a helmet, with a long jade body, and a wooden hairpin, a simple hairpin.

Si Sizi glanced at the man, pretended to be surprised, and the hand that was holding my arm tightened slightly, pulled me back, and shouted in surprise: "Your Highness, this person is Emperor Beiling, Helian Jue."
Chapter completed!