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

Chapter 195 The Illusion Out of Control
Su Jiu'er once asked Yan Yunlin how the relationship between Yan Yunxiao and Yin Niangniang's mother and child was.

Yan Yunlin said that when he was young, his mother and concubine often hugged him and frightened him.

Concubine Song Taigui said, "Have you seen Mrs. Yin? Your elder brother went to the battlefield. Mrs. Yin was so sad that she became sick from crying."

"If you are disobedient, I will also send you to the battlefield!"

Yan Yunlin was so frightened that he burst into tears, vowing again and again that he would never disobey his mother and concubine again.

At that time, he was only three or four years old, and Niang Niang also liked him very much, and often gave him some small toys.

Yin Niangniang said, "This is what your elder brother used to love to play, and I made it myself."

It can be seen from this that the mother-child relationship between Yin Niangniang and Yan Yunxiao is very good, she is Yan Yunxiao's only warmth and support in this palace.

She is a gentle and delicate mother-in-law.

It's a pity that a good life was buried in this deep palace.

Still dying in front of his own eyes, how could Yan Yunxiao not collapse.

Moreover, after hearing about Lady Yin's funeral, Yan Yunxiao dragged his seriously ill body back to Northern Xinjiang. Even though his health was so bad, he was unwilling to stay in Yan Palace, which made him fear and despair.

Su Jiuer used a gentle tone to slowly describe the atmosphere of the scene back then. Yan Yunxiao's active but chaotic thinking seemed to have found a clear route. Scenes.

The memory is like coming alive.

Su Jiu'er gently put him down, and he lay on the low couch with his eyes closed, his black hair spread out like a ball of thick ink blasted in water, his eyebrows and eyes were deep, and his lips were slightly pale.

"Da da da"

The clear and clear voice resounded in the room with a strong rhythm. Su Jiu'er sat beside the low couch and tapped the small case table lightly with the bead pendant in her hand, and the sound came from here.

The rhythm of the voice was very similar to Yan Yunxiao's usual heartbeat rhythm, and this frequency quickly aroused a certain resonance.

His own emotions slowly merged with this rhythm.

As his breathing gradually calmed down and his brows relaxed a little bit, Su Jiuer suddenly became tense, even his breathing became tense involuntarily.

Yan Yunxiao has entered a state of deep hypnosis.

Now she could issue suggestive commands to interfere with his thinking.

The more critical the moment was, the more nervous Su Jiuer became.

There should be no one who wants to cure Yan Yunxiao's illness more than her, and pull him back from the abyss of pain.

One is that as the doctor treating Yan Yunxiao, she has a sense of responsibility.The second reason is that this is Yan Yunxiao, and she hopes that he will be well.

After staring at his face for a long while, Su Jiu'er said quietly.

'Xiaoxiao, wake up, your concubine mother came to see your injury. '

During this period, Su Jiuer's hand tapping the table with the bead pendant never stopped, and the sound of da da da maintained a slow and rhythmic frequency, as the background sound, resounding deep in Yan Yunxiao's mind.

Sure enough, after a while, Yan Yunxiao's eyelashes trembled as he lay on the bed, his phoenix eyes lifted slightly, and the dark pupils in his pupils were clear and translucent.

At this moment, Su Jiu'er saw a Yan Yunxiao that he had never seen before.

Clean like an adolescent boy.

In the next second, the eyes turned dark, and there was a trace of youthful anger under the calm face.

This is Yan Yunxiao's eyes when he was 17 years old.

17 years old, if this is converted into modern times, he will only be in the second year of high school, right?
In particular, he suddenly frowned, clutching his chest and slowly propped himself up to sit up. His eyes seemed to scan the room habitually, like observing the surrounding environment when he was assassinated on the battlefield.

This look is very murderous.

After all, he had just escaped from the battlefield.

Su Jiu'er stood still, maintaining the movements of her hands, observing his expression.

Yan Yunxiao had already been hypnotized into a state of strong hallucinations, he couldn't see Su Jiuer, what he saw was the scene 17 years ago.

He failed to sit up, his arms were weak, and he fell back on the couch, holding his chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

From Su Jiu'er's perspective, Yan Yunxiao is like a non-physical performer.

But his facial expression is extremely painful, the kind of reality that people can empathize with at a glance. As the hypnotist of the illusion command, Su Jiu'er can naturally imagine what Yan Yunxiao is experiencing now.

She opened her lips, and with the knocking sound, her voice turned into the voice deep in Yan Yunxiao's mind, leading him step by step, and going through what happened back then again.

She said, 'Your concubine mother has come to see you. '

'The empress has invited a mage to perform a method for you. '

'The sacred fire got out of control and caught fire, and the whole temple became a scene of fire'

Su Jiu'er's heart was in her throat, and she stared at Yan Yunxiao closely, seeing that his face became as pale as paper at this moment.

His eyes froze for a moment, and Su Jiu'er, who was watching with sadness and despair, felt as if her heart was being held tightly by a hand, and she could hardly breathe.

As Yan Yunxiao said, because he was seriously injured and unable to move, he witnessed the tragedy of his mother and concubine being buried in a sea of ​​flames.

Su Jiu'er watched him helplessly, fell down from the low couch in a panic and out of control, and crawled forward in a struggling and twisted posture, and climbed to the door of the palace.

Su Jiu'er's throat was astringent and painful, but her voice was still trembling, maintaining the rhythm just now, and speaking slowly.

'The fire consumed it all.'

If Yan Yunxiao can survive this period, it means that he in the illusion has accepted this fact and the result.

When there is another fire accident in reality, no matter which personality state he is in, this phantom memory will become his dominant memory.

He will clearly remember that this is the result, so there will be no fear mentality.

It stands to reason that Yan Yunxiao's thoughts have been taken away by Su Jiu'er's hint, but at this point, the original clear route disappeared instantly.

Yan Yunxiao's coherent memory just now was broken up in an instant, and frame after frame collided with each other, sending out a strong throbbing pain.

No, it's not like that!

There are other memory fragments that want to be embedded in the scene just now.

In addition to fire, there are many people.

Many people rushed in.
Who are they?

There are also ribbons flashing by, marks drawn on the road, what are those?
Yan Yunxiao couldn't bear the sudden change from a clear and orderly thinking to a messy and powerful picture.

He only felt pain in his head, and the tapping sound gradually became clearer. It was no longer a rhythm with a comfortable frequency, but like a string of broken beads, jingling and chaotically falling at his feet.

Even the rhythm of breathing is messed up.

Heavy, uncontrolled chaos, eager.

Yan Yunxiao frowned, and slowly leaned against the door and sat behind it, covering his head with both hands, breathing heavily.

Su Jiu'er's pupils shrank suddenly, and she frowned and looked at Yan Yunxiao with some doubts, her face was solemn, and she continued to tap the bead pendant in her hand but dared not stop.

(End of this chapter)