After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 114 Symptom Induction
She didn't cry aloud, because she didn't think it would be this far.

The only thing she was lucky about was that Yan Yunxiao decided to come to Tongzhou in person, to come here in person.

If Yan Yunxiao hadn't come, then this would have been a complete and complete disaster.

Yan Yunxiao's phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, eyelashes trembled slightly, and the eyes were long and narrow. What was reflected in the dark eyes was the flames at the bottom of the pit, as well as those lifeless faces that were covered by the fire.

This is the suffering of the people's livelihood, and this is the state of the world.

If he didn't come out for this trip, the high-ranking emperor would never have imagined that his people would be struggling to survive in such a predicament.

Could it be that the soldiers in northern Xinjiang died in battle in exchange for such a barren and embarrassing life?
It turns out that the land of Dayan is so large, the land is thousands of miles away, and there are so many people. Some places are far away from the emperor, even the emperor who has the power to shake the world, cannot fully control it.
His eyes were heavy, and he had already reflected and defined himself again and again for what he saw and heard before him.

He has only just been enthroned as emperor for three months. Before that, to him, this was just a position of high authority.

Many people stared at his position with jealousy, and they did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives to gain the power and glory brought about by this position.

In the eyes of those people, the "emperor" is just power, glory, honor and pride above tens of millions.

They need these flashy illusions to satisfy their ugly vanity.

And at this moment Yan Yunxiao deeply understood.

This position should shoulder the heavy responsibility of the world, the hope of the suffering people's livelihood, and the solid backing of those facing despair.

He should stand with every one of the people, and even lead them out of trouble!
For a long time, everyone could only hear the sound of wind rolling paper money, the hiss of burning corpses, and the sound of crying.

During this period of time, no one spoke, and no one knew what was going on in everyone's mind as they watched this sad scene.

He also fell into his own thoughts, and the hand protecting the back of Su Jiu'er's head unconsciously began to comfort the person in his arms. His hand followed Su Jiu'er's hair again and again, his movements were surprisingly gentle.

Under such a strangely quiet atmosphere, Yan Yunxiao's head suddenly throbbed.

The pain was so sudden that his brows furrowed deeply.

His mind began to recall some things uncontrollably.

But every frame of memory is broken fragments, only blurred shadows can be seen.

The memory overlapped with the picture I saw just now, and the fire swept across the pale and fragile faces until they were completely swallowed up.

"Dong dong!"

A hammering sensation suddenly came from his chest, causing his body to shake suddenly, and besides the pain, there was also a trace of confusion on his furrowed brows.

He squinted his phoenix eyes, and there was an uncontrollable self-mockery in them.

Here it comes again, that weird feeling comes again.

Is it another self in the body?

He recalled the feeling that his body was controlled by another consciousness, and he was powerless and dazed, and suddenly a murderous intent surged into his heart, wanting to suppress that feeling of being ready to move, wanting to regain his sovereignty.

But another consciousness is also him.

If he could really "kill" another consciousness, then he himself would cease to exist.

The pain in his chest and the buzzing in his mind made him a little bit broken, not to mention whether he closed his eyes or opened them, there were scenes of fires in his mind.

A rush of fear quickly took over his heart.

But what is he afraid of?

That awareness seemed to take him, but not completely.

He didn't know it himself, it was because that childish personality reminded him of his concubine mother.

When he saw the fire, he became afraid, afraid that his mother and concubine would die in the fire.

Su Jiu'er leaned in his arms and felt his abnormality, so she looked up at him, reached out her hand to wipe her tears indiscriminately, and asked in a crying voice, "Yan Yunxiao, what's wrong with you?"

It was clearly an October day, and the night was even more dewy, and the cold wind was blowing, but Yan Yunxiao's face was covered with sweat, and he looked at himself with pleading eyes for help.

Su Jiuer suddenly regained consciousness from her sadness, a little shocked, why did Yan Yunxiao get sick here?

The flames are too bright here, if you transform into a childish personality here, with that childish and crazy appearance, you will jump into the fire pit if you don't guarantee it.

She could clearly feel that Yan Yunxiao's body holding her had begun to tremble slightly.

Because of the memory retrieval last time, Yan Yunxiao already knew exactly what kind of person he was when he got sick. He was a lunatic with weird behavior, and a naive and incapable waste.

What's more frightening is that such a disease is a strange disease. If someone finds out about it, someone will laugh at him, look down on him, and even make a big fuss about it, right?
Violence is just Yan Yunxiao's protective shell, in fact, his heart is more sensitive than anyone else.

Especially after knowing that he was such a lunatic after he got sick, he was even more unwilling to be seen by others.

Because Su Jiuer had already seen him like this, to him, Su Jiuer was already so close to him that he had no privacy.

He buried his head tremblingly, put his forehead on Su Jiu'er's shoulder, and struggled to suppress his dizziness and said in a low voice, "Take me away, take me away."

He was talking about me, not the widow.

At this moment, he completely regards Su Jiuer as his warm haven. He is just "I" in front of Su Jiuer, an ordinary person with strange diseases.

His voice was intermittent, and there was an unidentifiable humble begging in his low tone.

In normal times, Yan Yunxiao must have lost his mind immediately, and then started a series of crazy tricks, starting to scratch his painful and almost split head.

He was obviously much better this time than last time, he was still struggling and hadn't completely lost consciousness.

Su Jiu'er quickly hugged him, her face pressed against Yan Yunxiao's ear, and whispered to him.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I will take you away now."

"Listen to me obediently and follow me, okay?"

She patted Yan Yunxiao's back again and again, trying to comfort him, and asked softly.

Yan Yunxiao was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, the color on his face was gone, his magnificence was replaced by paleness, and what came to his face was a kind of pitiful helplessness.

A fragile gorgeousness.

He snorted, and nodded obediently at the hollow of her neck, helplessly like a child.

Su Jiuer took a deep breath, seeing that the attention of the people around was in the fire pit, she immediately took his hand and led him away from this place.

Under the night, the girl led the man down the mountain, and he was so confused that only Su Jiu'er's petite figure could be seen in his sight.

Then the figure gradually became blurred and could not be seen clearly.

The more he struggled, the clearer the pain in his mind became.

At this time, a voice softly comforted, "It's okay, if you can't hold on anymore, you can go to sleep, I will always be by your side."

(End of this chapter)