Book with Emperor

Chapter 210
At three o'clock in Haishi, the Emperor's Mansion.

Fu Ye moved his arms tied above his head, and looked lazily at the sword god in white who was meditating on the bed, "You have tied me up for several days, and neither killed me nor beat me, you must give me some water ?”

Shuanghanzhou's eyes were covered with white silk, and even the sound of breathing was inaudible.

Fu Ye raised his head and yelled outside the door, "Come here! I want to drink water! I'm so thirsty! The Emperor's Mansion has abused people!"

His voice was not low, and Miao Miao rushed over quickly, "Why are you arguing! If you keep arguing, I will feed you poison, and you will be dumb!"

Fu Ye looked at Miaomiao's well-dressed clothes with a smile, "My good sister, I haven't eaten or drank for a few days, you must give me some water."

"No!" Miao Miao refused without hesitation.

"Hey, are there any people who abuse people like you? A condemned prisoner can still eat a good meal before he dies. I don't even have to drink my saliva, and I can't close my eyes when I die..."

He sighed softly, his originally clear voice was hoarse and deep due to lack of water, coupled with that gorgeous and youthful face, it was less unruly and evil, and more childish and lonely.

Miaomiao couldn't help but soften her heart, but she remembered what her adults had repeatedly told her before she left the house, and she became firmer again.

"Want to drink water, right? When my lord comes back, she says yes, that's fine, so stop shouting, I won't give you water!"

"Then when will your lord come back?"

"My lord has entered the palace to attend the imperial banquet, and he will come back naturally after the banquet is over."

"Oh."

Fu Ye raised the corner of his mouth and looked up at her, "Then if she dies and can't come back, wouldn't I die of thirst?"

Miao Miao was angry, "Nonsense! Crow's mouth, what are you talking about? You can die of thirst!"

At this time, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and Jin Suanzi hurried in, Miaomiao opened her mouth and asked, "What's the matter? But your lord is back?"

"No."

Jin Suanzi was sweating profusely, and his expression was unprecedentedly solemn, "The palace is in chaos, His Majesty has been assassinated, and the palace gates are closed now, Zhengyang Gate and Xuanyu Gate have been sealed."

Miaomiao's eyes darkened, "Assassinated? What about my lord? Is your lord injured?"

"I don't know, the whole palace is on guard, I can't find any news at all!"

Naturally, Jin Suanzi didn't know that he was looking for Shuanghanzhou, but before he could speak, the sword god who was meditating on the bed suddenly got out of bed with his sword and walked out the door.

Jin Suanzi was startled, and quickly stepped forward to ask, "Hero, where are you going? You can't break into the palace. The emperor specially ordered you not to go no matter what happened to the palace. Hero—"

He then stepped over the threshold, but his eyes blurred, a white shadow passed by, and there was no one in the yard.

Inside the house, Fu Ye watched Shuanghan Zhouli leave with a smile on his lips, "Little girl, your lord is really going to die."

Miaomiao turned her head and stared at Fu Ye, "Shut up!"

Fu Ye swung his suspended body with an innocent face, "If you can give me some water to drink, I can also tell you how to save your lord."

Miaomiao remembered that the person in front of her came from the Dragon King Pavilion of Daxia, where everyone possessed secret techniques, and she couldn't help feeling hopeful, but also wary, "Tell me first, if it works, I'll give you water to drink."

Fu Ye frowned and looked at her, "Then what if you go back on your word?"

"You are a prisoner, and now you are begging me. If you don't tell me, you will die of thirst!"

"Okay, okay, let me say," Fu Ye said helplessly, and said something softly.

Miaomiao couldn't hear clearly, so she couldn't help being annoyed, "Speak up, you haven't eaten!"

Fu Ye was weak, "I just haven't eaten. For three days, I haven't even drank a drop of water. Even martial arts masters can't stop me... Get closer."

Miaomiao glanced at his dry lips and pale face, as well as his bound hands, and took two steps forward, "Say it quickly."

Fu Ye opened his mouth slowly, and said weakly, "Dragon King Pavilion has a secret technique that can track people, as long as I..."

His voice was getting lower and lower, and Miao Miao couldn't help getting closer, "How are you? Tell me!"

Fu Ye lowered his eyes to look at the slender neck that was close at hand, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, with a coldness in his eyes.

"what!"

Miaomiao's screams suddenly sounded in the room, Jin Suanzi's scalp felt numb, and he rushed in immediately, just in time to see an extremely strange scene.

Miao Miao hid behind the table in horror, clutching her bleeding neck, while the person whose hands were tied had already broken free from the rope, blood was still hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his pale face returned to rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The words that he had heard before came to Jin Suanzi's mind, the secret art of the Great Xia, mysterious and unpredictable, life and death, flesh and bones.

"The taste of blood is much worse than that of clear water, but it's better than nothing."

Fu Ye didn't even look at him, but walked towards Miaomiao while moving his stiff wrists and curling his mouth.

Miao Miao backed away in horror, the hairs all over Jin Suanzi's body stood on end, and he kicked the bench beside him with a flying kick, but Fu Ye easily dodged it.

Jin Suanzi didn't turn his head back, he rolled over on the spot and rushed to the vase beside the bed, stretched out his hand to break it, and suddenly a few flying arrows shot out from the gauze curtains on both sides of the bed, all of them went towards Fu Ye.

Fu Ye dodged calmly by rolling in the air, and landed lightly in the middle of the room.

"Hide!"

Jin Suanzi yelled, and at the same time raised the iron basin and slammed it at the vase, while Miaomiao on the other side, ignoring the wound on her neck, desperately crawled under the table.

The vase shattered, and Jin Suanzi immediately got under the bed.

The next moment, densely packed flying arrows were shot from the walls in all directions of the house, but in an instant, the entire room was shot into a sieve by thousands of arrows, and the door collapsed.

Jin Suanzi slowly crawled out from under the bed, looked at the mess, then rushed under the table to find Miaomiao.

At the time of the child, under the south gate of the city.

"Three years ago, Qing King Yueqing left Beijing to report on his duties and returned to Yongzhou. He rebelled and fought with the court for three months. He was finally defeated at Canglu Mountain. The key to the court's decisive victory was the marching map of the Yongzhou army and the bribed troops. A lieutenant."

Lou Binghe looked at Yue Wentian who was under the city gate, and said slowly, "Yue Wentian, do you know that the lieutenant general who cut your father off his horse with a sword is also Qin Guanyue's man."

"As for the marching map..."

He smiled and looked up at Princess Qing Zhao Shu on the tower, "I don't know if Princess Qing still remembers the girl who was rescued by the third son Yue from the Bailuya five years ago?"

The tower was too high and the night was too dark. Zhao Shu stood on the city wall and was held hostage, but she didn't have much fear. She just looked at the woman in black robe not far away, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Mingyue, Qin Guanyue, Qin Tianjian...

She should have thought of it a long time ago, when Gong Yue came to Yongwang's mansion to pick up people five years ago, she should have thought of it, but neither she nor Yue Qingli ever thought that Gong Yue would really choose to side with Ning Zhao.

She looked down at her son downstairs, feeling very distressed, "Right and wrong in this world cannot be explained in a few words. In any case, don't learn about a person from other people's mouths. You have to ask yourself. Did you hear me, God?" Son?"

Yue Wentian under the tower turned his back to everyone, looked up at Princess Qing on the tower, and did not speak for a long time.

Only Xiao Sheng who was the closest knew that when Lou Binghe uttered the first sentence, the person in front of him was already trembling and clenched his fists tightly.

"Is what he said true?"

The young man seemed to lose his immature outline overnight, and the sharpness in his face and eyes seemed to be able to burn people. His dark eyes looked at Xiao Sheng, "Answer me."

Xiao Sheng's lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.

Yue Wentian suddenly understood, he looked at Princess Qing on the tower for the last time, and then slowly drew out the soft sword from his waist.

Xiao Sheng was slightly startled, and stepped forward to stop him, but was blocked by the sword blade.

"I don't need you to help me anymore, and I don't want to owe you anything anymore."

Yue Wentian looked indifferent, "I will ask her about everything back then."

Xiao Sheng was silent, knowing that after all, he had reached the step that Qin Guanyue least wanted to see.

The silver bell rang next to her ear, and the poisonous woman who shot Yu shook the silver bell all over her body, and a butterfly floated out from the purple thin clothes, ready to fight recklessly.

Lou Binghe looked at this scene with raised eyebrows, and said slowly, "Yue Wentian didn't want to see Princess Qing die with his own eyes, so he threw the sword and knelt down in front of me."

Cen Wu's eyes showed killing intent, the sword in his hand creaked and creaked, "Lou Binghe—"

"when!"

The sword was thrown to the ground, Yue Wentian lowered his head, and slowly knelt down.

"My son!" Lei Yu's eyes were red.

Han Zhengwei stared blankly at this scene, not knowing why all this happened.

Lou Binghe slowly curled the corners of his mouth, but before he could smile, he heard someone shouting behind him.

"Don't kneel!"

Everyone looked over in astonishment, only to see the woman in black robe holding a token in her hand and shouting, "The Imperial Army obeys orders!"

Lou Binghe's pupils trembled.

(End of this chapter)