Regent, robbery!

Chapter 67 Why didn't you send someone to find him?
The golden-yellow craftsman's carriage drove all the way out of the quiet path in the dense forest, and a group of men in black suddenly appeared from the air.

Immediately, they landed on the top of the carriage, and a leader in black entered the carriage. When he came out again, he was holding an unconscious man in a yellow brocade robe in his arms. Other men in black surrounded the unconscious man and the leader. The way back and forth.

The golden-yellow scorching sun gradually turns orange-red, hanging in the west, shining lightly and warmly on people, and the orange-red sunset refracts on the ground, elongating the shadows of flowers, plants and trees.

The strong smell of rust in the dense forest path has not dissipated for a long time, hovering on the top of the branches, startled a group of crows, they screamed shrillly, flapped their black wings and fled, as if they were terrified.

Finally, the last orange-red sunset submerged, the sky was drawn into darkness, and a large piece of faint silver-white moonlight shone on the earth.

Ever since Emperor Yantian sneaked out of the palace and disappeared, the atmosphere in Yantian Palace has been tense and dull, because the Empress Dowager Yantian was furious and ordered that if Emperor Yantian made a mistake, the people who went up and down inside and outside the Yantian Palace Everyone has to go to the funeral.

And this weird atmosphere returned to normal after Emperor Yan was sent back to the palace, but everyone was still worried and worried, because Emperor Yan was comatose even though his complexion was rosy, and even all the imperial doctors in the palace were helpless.

On the large dragon bed, Emperor Yan lay quietly and peacefully, his complexion was ruddy, his ink-dyed eyebrows were slightly frowned as if he had something to worry about, but his thin lips were as white as paper.

Lonely Lonely...

As long as you're alive it's all right...as long as you're alive it's all right...

If I die, who can take care of you... If I die, who can take care of you...

It is an absolute fortune to meet you in this life...It is an absolute fortune to meet you in this life...

live well... live well...

Those soft words were like a player playing in a loop in his mind, interfering with his thoughts, Yan Jili bent his fingers slightly, as if he wanted to grab something, but couldn't hold it tightly.

The consciousness is out of control, and even the body is numb.

The warm fingers gently caressed the forehead, and there seemed to be a moist spring breeze in the corner of the eye, like a kiss, but suddenly there was a rush of dry and hot breath from behind, the body was boiling, and the bloody smell was coming from the tip of the nose.

Cold sweat gradually broke out on Yan Jili's forehead, densely packed row by row covering his forehead, his hands tightly grasped the quilt, Mo Ran's slender brows were tightly frowned, like a nightmare, trying to break free but unable to do so.

A group of masked people surrounded the person who told him to live a good life, the person who stretched out his hand to gently stroke his eyebrows, and the person who always stood up first to protect him when something happened.

In the fight between sharp swords, blood splattered, he fell, and when he fell, he smiled weakly, and said weakly, live well...

"Huanger, Huanger..." A middle-aged woman called anxiously in my ear.

"Li'er, wake up, mother is here!" The woman said again: "Mother is here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

As if hearing this call, as if feeling this anxiety and this kind concern, Yan Jili gradually let go of the quilt with his hand, and his frowning eyebrows gradually became flat.

"Princess Li, take the emperor's pulse and see what's going on." Empress Dowager Yan wiped the sweat on Yan Jili's face with a handkerchief, and anxiously waved to the imperial physician who was waiting by the side.

Dr. Li rushed forward with the medicine box, and stretched out his hand to search for the pulse carefully. He saw that Dr. Li had a serious face, opened and closed his eyes, felt the pulse, frowned, and felt the pulse again.

"Doctor Li, how is it? Is my son okay? What happened to him?" The Empress Dowager Yan looked anxious.

"Reporting to the queen mother, the emperor's heart is probably a knot in his heart. Heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine. To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell must be tied." Li Taiyi cupped his hands and replied: "The emperor is fine, everything is normal, but something happened that he can't accept. The matter, therefore, has stimulated his brain nerves, so there is no rush for a while, and the emperor must be given time to wake up."

"Come on!" Empress Dowager Yan waved her hand, "Get back, the Ai family is tired of listening, just these two sentences back and forth."

The hall suddenly returned to silence. The empress dowager dressed in purple clothes sat on the edge of the bed and closed her eyes slightly to rest. She was over half a hundred years old and her black hair was still thick and black. Gray, as if instantly aged ten years.

"Xuan Yi!" Suddenly, a panic-stricken voice rang out.

Empress Dowager Yan's head drooped heavily, she hurriedly opened her eyes, and looked into the bed, only to see Yan Jili was sweating profusely, with pale lips, sitting on the head of the bed panting heavily.

The Empress Dowager Yan hurriedly reached for the towel, wiped the sweat on his face again, and asked anxiously: "Li'er, how do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

The corners of Yan Jili's lips were pink and white, and the image of the knife and blood in his mind kept appearing in his mind. The body of the fallen man was covered in blood and wounds, and the ground was shocking.

"Where's Xuan...Yi?" His voice was so hoarse that he didn't even have the courage to call out to that person, his whole heart was trembling.

"Li'er, do you have any discomfort? Tell mother, mother will let Imperial Doctor Li diagnose your pulse." Empress Dowager Yan answered irrelevant questions.

"Mother..." Yan Jili's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, which had already covered up his gleaming golden light, "Where's Xuan Yi? Xuan Yi, are you back?"

The sound was like a mosquito, even he couldn't hear it.

But in this silent room, it seemed a little abrupt and a little heavy.

"Li'er, drink this bowl of bird's nest first, let's talk about it later, okay? Don't let mother worry about you." The Empress Dowager Xia took the bird's nest, her words were slightly coaxing.

There seemed to be some kind of liquid spreading from the bloodshot eyes, sour and sour, Yan Jili nodded, snatched the bird's nest from Queen Mother Yan's hand, Gulu, gulped it down, there was still a faint crystal moist liquid remaining on his chin.

The bird's nest is sweet, soft and fragrant. In the past, when he was in a bad mood and had troubles, he would always drink a bowl of bird's nest. After drinking it, his heart would be calm and his worries would disappear.

But at this moment, the mouthful of bird's nest just feels like a candle, tasteless and hard to swallow.

"Mother, tell me." He lowered his head, looking at the trace of crystal clear water remaining at the bottom of the bowl reflecting his tired face and blood-stained eyes, "Where's Xuan Yi?"

"Li'er, mother can understand your feelings. Xuan Yi is your guard who has been with you for more than ten years. You have a deep relationship with him. Mother said, don't get excited, don't be impulsive."

The Empress Dowager Yan sobbed slightly, as if choked up, "When they found you, they saw you lying unconscious in the carriage, and there was no sign of the guard Xuan, I'm afraid, it's more than auspicious."

The word fierce and good is like a sharp sword piercing into Yan Jili's flesh and blood. He raised his head, his eyes were wide open, and roared hysterically: "Why didn't you find him? Why didn't you send someone to find him? How can you conclude that he is a murderer?" How much? Why?"

(End of this chapter)