The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 923 Let It Go
Yan Sanhe stepped into the threshold, and the new emperor was sitting behind the desk, looking down at something.

This man's appearance can even be described as bloated. Compared with the majestic appearance of the prince Zhao Yishi, he is more than a bit inferior.

Zhao Yanluo——In terms of seniority, she should call him her cousin.

Yan Sanhe didn't have much fear at the moment.

Master Zen Yue exchanged ten years of his life for her life. In the end, his merits were fulfilled and he turned into a Buddha's light and flew westward. The Buddha's light exposed her identity and caused disaster. Such reincarnation is also cause and effect.

Yan Sanhe took a few steps forward and knelt down to salute, "Public daughter Yan Sanhe kowtows to Your Majesty."

The two people behind her knelt down beside her, one on the left and one on the right.

No one told them to get up. Zhao Yanluo seemed to be immersed in the book in his hand, forgetting everything around him.

The hall was so quiet that only the breathing of the three people could be heard.

Although Yan Sanhe was not afraid of her own life or death, she was most worried about the two people around her. If it really came to that moment of life and death, she thought she would save them first no matter what.

But what Xie Zhifei was thinking in his heart was: he couldn't escape anyway, and it would be a good thing to live and die with that girl, but no matter what, he had to pick out the Xie family and clean up Mingting.

The Xie family had raised him for ten years. Except for Xie Dao, his mother, his eldest brother and his sister-in-law were always innocent, not to mention Ming Ting.

Pei Mingting is currently in a state of war between heaven and man.

What a pity, I will still be a chicken until my death;

Could it be that God, seeing that he was a child, would give him a good pregnancy in his next life?

If I get a good pregnancy, can I grow stronger and stronger, so that when I meet Daxia Li later, I can make her fall in love at first sight?

One cup of tea passed, and two cups of tea passed. There was no sound in the huge palace, and even the air was frozen.

There are many people in the world who have stood firm despite the collapse of Mount Tai, but this does not include the three people on the ground.

All three have weaknesses.

When cold sweat wet their inner clothes, Zhao Yanluo, who was behind the desk, raised his head.

"Keep your heads up."

The three of them did not dare to disobey the order and raised their heads together.

Zhao Yanluo looked at one of the faces and frowned deeply.

When Xie Zhifei saw the emperor frowning, there was no last trace of luck, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Pei Xiao wailed in his heart: It's over, dead.

However, a picture emerged in Yan Sanhe's mind inexplicably. An elegant man was holding a carving knife and carving the word "Tao Tao" on the white jade one stroke at a time.

His eyebrows stretched out peacefully. No matter the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, or the great achievements of the world, they seemed to be less important than the square of white jade in front of him.

Instead, she felt a bit of luck in her heart.

Fortunately, it was not him who sat on the dragon throne in the end. If he had been, he would probably not be able to stretch his eyebrows until he died.

Thinking of this, Yan Sanhe mustered up his courage and puffed up his chest, "Your Majesty summoned the women of the people to come here. What is the important matter?"

Minnie?

Zhao Yanluo looked at her and sneered silently.

This sneer trembled Yan Sanhe's eyelashes.

People are knives, I am fish.

At this point, she finally realized why he would rather die than take the risk of rebelling.

It's because I don't want to be a fish on the chopping block. Life and death are decided by the superiors, and I have no control over myself.

"This is his last bit of pride. I am his only living daughter."

After Yan Sanhe said this to himself in his heart, he spoke firmly.

"I am an orphan. I have neither committed any crime nor committed any crime. May I ask Your Majesty, why are you sneering?"

Zhao Yanluo didn't speak. He tapped his fat fingers on the desk, as if he was the King of Hell in hell, judging the life and death of mortals with just one tap.

The long silence was like a dull knife cutting flesh, cutting away the courage that Yan Sanhe had finally cultivated.

She finally discovered that she had a lot of pride, but she didn't have the capital to confront those in power.

Under the imperial power, she was just an ant.

The subtle expression on Yan Sanhe's face could not be hidden from the aloof Zhao Yanluo. When he saw a flash of fear in her eyes, Zhao Yanluo finally spoke.

"Why do you say?"

Yan Sanhe thought about these four words several times before replying:

"Menwomen don't know."

"What a common girl doesn't know."

Zhao Yanluo's face was gloomy and his voice was cold: "Do you know how to write the word "death"? As soon as he finished speaking, the three people's bodies trembled at the same time.

Little Master Pei even felt a chill on his neck and fell to the ground in fear.

Yan Sanhe glanced out of the corner of his eye and his eyes glowed a little red.

No wonder everyone in the Zhao family wants to fight for that position. That position is the master of the world. Even if the family is confiscated and the clan is exterminated, they still have to say thunder and rain, it is all a favor from the king.

"The original way of writing death was with a living person kneeling next to the dead bones. Later, the small seal script was standardized and written as 'death'."

Her voice was indescribably sad.

“Death means separation from a person, which means the exhaustion of essence and energy, and the separation of human body and soul, which also means the end of life.

Death and life are irreconcilable, so it is also extended to mean that they are incompatible, such as 'dead enemy', 'dead rival', 'life or death'. "

"You also missed a little bit."

A cold light flashed in Zhao Yanluo's eyes, and he said word by word: "Death can also be used to mean that the road is blocked, such as 'a dead end'."

The cold sweat on his palms immediately broke out again, and Yan Sanhe's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

She thought deeply for a long time and decided to give up any elaborate calculations, because no matter how accurate the calculation was, there was no way to calculate the emperor's intention to kill her.

Just leave it to fate!

"When I was a child, I climbed mountains every day with my grandfather. Sometimes there was heavy fog on the mountain and we would get lost. We climbed to the edge of the cliff.

The first time I walked to the edge of the cliff, I was so anxious that I burst into tears and asked my grandfather what should I do? "

She closed her eyes and opened them again.

"Grandpa pointed behind him and said with a smile: There is no road in front of us, but there is a road behind us. At worst, we can go back."

Zhao Yanluo stared coldly: "Where can we retreat to?"

"Mountains, forests, grasslands, lakes, the sea... Where can we not retreat?"

Yan Sanhe met the emperor's cold gaze and suddenly sighed.

"My grandfather also said, son, don't worry about being a human being, we can't have everything; but don't be discouraged, we can't have nothing, God is watching!"

When she said this, she had a smile on her face and a hint of sarcasm in her words, which made Zhao Yanluo slightly stunned.

How familiar this expression is!

Once upon a time, that person also spoke such earth-shattering code words with such an understatement.

Zhao Yanluo's eyes were still cold, "It sounds like your grandfather was a wise man."

Yan Sanhe didn't like the word "knowledge". These two words insulted Yan Xing's character in his life.

There was some sadness in her voice.

"My grandfather didn't know how to recognize faces. It was because of his ignorance that he was demoted to a barbaric land, but he never regretted it. He often said that when the temple is high, there are dangerous winds; when the rivers and lakes are far away, there is freedom."

Zhao Yanluo looked at her without blinking, with some complicated expressions in his eyes.

After a long time, he suddenly called out: "Sun Jinzhong?"

Sun Jinzhong ran from outside to the emperor's side, "Your Majesty?"

Zhao Yanluo raised his hand, and Sun Jinzhong hurriedly helped him up and handed him the dragon staff on the side.

Zhao Yanluo walked towards Yan Sanhe very slowly, step by step, leaning on the dragon staff.

Under the pressure of the emperor, Yan Sanhe could only lie down.

He walked closer, stamped his feet, lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "Your grandfather's words are wrong. As high as the temple, there is evil wind; as far as the rivers and lakes, there is destiny."

Yan Sanhe raised his head in disbelief. Zhao Yanluo had already turned around and walked towards the inner hall.

He was still walking very slowly, and every time the dragon staff touched the ground, it was like hitting Yan Sanhe's heart, causing her and the two people beside her to break out in cold sweat.

Pei Xiao looked at Xie Zhifei with trembling eyes: What do you mean, His Majesty let Yan Sanhe go?

Xie Zhifei's pale face showed the grayness of the rest of his life, and he nodded silently.

Oh my Bodhisattva!
Pei Xiao burst into tears and fell to the ground, stretching out his arm to touch Yan Sanhe.

Goddess, we don’t have to rush to reincarnate, there is hope, finally there is hope!
Yan Sanhe didn't notice it at all, her surprised eyes always fell on the bright yellow back.

Why let her go?

Because she is a woman?

Or is it because of those words she said through Grandpa Yan's mouth?

Should not be!

(End of this chapter)