Divine Concubine Supreme: Emperor, come and get me

This is the truth that care is chaos.

But who dares to question your decision? They have the heart but not the courage!

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After that night, Si Qi returned to Xuanyin palace and began to work hard to govern. He seriously followed Xuanyin emperor to learn the way of governing the country, which made Xuanyin emperor deeply doubt whether his son had been taken away.

Under the denial of the national master, he believed that his son had really changed. This should be a good thing, but he felt a little nervous. He only said that Siqi was greatly hit by the disappearance of xuanraft, and his temperament changed greatly.

Since the catastrophe in Kyushu mainland, Emperor Xuanyin's health has been deteriorating day by day. Up to now, he can only stay in bed and can't even go to the court. Fortunately, his Highness the prince began to work hard, which makes emperor Xuanyin and his officials feel a little relieved.

Xuanyin emperor knew his body. He thought he could protect Siqi and be an idle prince. But people are not as good as heaven. First, xuanraft's life and death are uncertain, and he is not far away, but now the only person who can escort him is himself. Even with the last breath, he wants to make Siqi's future generations worry free.

The empress looked at him anxiously, "Your Majesty, have you really decided?"

Emperor Xuanyin clenched the empress's hand, and a faint smile appeared on his pale face. "Even if I'm gone, our Qi'er will be the existence of that man. No one can surpass him!"

The empress looked at him tenderly and shook her head gently. "Don't say such silly words, my majesty will be blessed! It's just a minor illness. It will pass! "

"You!" Emperor Xuanyin sighed helplessly, raised his hand on the empress's head and rubbed her bun. Even if they had spent more than 20 years together, their feelings were like one day for ten years.

He held the empress in his arms and put his jaw on her head. He just held her quietly and kept a room of warmth.

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This day is the day when the six elders are buried. Except for the bedridden Xuanyin emperor, all forces in the eastern continent have come and experts are gathered.

Those who can enter the holy land are the heads of all families, the heads of all sects, and the heads of all cities. All the accompanying servants and guards stay outside the holy land.

Each has his own purpose and mind. Even ordinary disciples feel the unusual in the air. They can't see the surging dark tide behind their back, but they always feel that most of them are bad people.

Gu Yun was a little uneasy today. The suppressed magic pulse began to haunt her. She felt a little strange in her heart. Without waiting for her to check the changes of her body, Ouyang Shu hurried in and urged her and LAN Jiu to go to the hall.

The main hall is crowded with people, and the disciples of the elders and hall leaders stand on both sides with their backs as loose as a pine, looking solemn.

The inner disciples and outer disciples who did not worship the master stood outside the hall, staring straight aside.

Some elders have no children, so their disciples keep the spirit.

In the main hall, no one spoke. Everyone went up to incense in turn in silence. The atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme and seemed to break out at any time.

The more uneasy Gu Yun felt, he always felt that something was about to break out of the cocoon. A voice in his heart told her to leave here quickly, but his feet didn't seem to listen to his orders, so he couldn't take that step!

Cold sweat slipped from the corner of Guyun's forehead. Siqi noticed her abnormality and asked anxiously, "Guyun, what's the matter with you?"