The World of the Pirate Consort

Until he saw Ding'an Hou Jiangyan with his own eyes, he was still unbelievable. Sure enough, he is a dad. Although he is old, his face is full of frost, but his bones look tough.

"Daddy, is it really you?" Shouted suspiciously.

Min Jiang Yan looked at Seser, nodded with a smile, and then sighed softly, "Seser, you're suffering!"

"What is going on with Dad, how did you survive?" Seser asked, when she visited Dad in prison that year, when she returned, she heard that Dad had died in prison.

Qi Jiangyan sighed and whispered to Seorui.

It turned out that after Seoru and Wuji visited him from prison, he went to jail without smoke and rescued him. It wasn't him who died in jail. In recent years, after being rescued by Ye Smokeless, he has remained in the Ye Smokeless Army. Although, he was very grateful for the smokeless night rescue. However, because he knew that the smokeless Yeye fell under the cliff, and he also knew that Yewuye used to dispose of the Seisei martial arts and drove him out of the palace. Therefore, he did not tell Ye Wuyan about the surviving things, nor did he do anything in his army. But, like an ordinary soldier, stay in the army. However, in recent years, he has seen the ability of the leader of the smoke-free night, and he gradually admired the smoke-free night.

When the night broke out without smoke, he finally promised to lead Zhang Ziheng and the 150,000 soldiers and horses to drag the court's 500,000 troops in Huangcheng. He couldn't watch South Vietnam fall into the hands of the burglars, and Ye Wuyan was indeed an emperor's talent.

Alas, he never thought that Ye Wuyan would be caught by Ye Wuchen for his sake.

After listening to Jiang Yan's narration, he realized that his father was saved by him. However, every time he met Ye Wuyan, he was in a hurry, and he didn't even tell her about her father. Or maybe he didn't want her to accept him because of gratitude.

He never thought that the 500,000 army of the court was dragged by his father.

"Daddy, have you restored Ding'anhou's title now?" Jiang Yan nodded. Ye Wuya is also a Mingjun. Although only a few days after he came to power, he has calmed down this time, with clear rewards and punishments. Less popular.

"Sir, you have been bitter these years. King Wang, he is so affectionate to you, Dad never expected it." Jiang Yan sighed and said. If he knew it early, maybe he should have told him that he was still alive a few years ago, so, would the end of the matter be different?

"Dad, I suspect he is alive without smoke!" Frowned frowningly.

Jiang Yan contemplates for a moment and gets up and says: "Your thoughts are also possible. Since he can die for you, so affectionate, then he will not be willing to leave you. Therefore, when he may save you, although not There must be some vitality to a sure-fire strategy. Maybe it is really alive. "

"But his subordinates, such as Jintang, and Feng Mian, Tie Feiyang seem to think that he is no longer alive. Why should he conceal his news, including his closest ones?" Whispered, in his heart Extremely uncomfortable. There are some things she really dare not think about.

Qijiang Yan was silent for a moment, and Shen said, "Even if he didn't die, he would be injured, or he might be subject to others. This is all possible!"

Dad said this, but reminded her of something. Recently, she only cares about her sorrow. She doesn't seem to see Yun Qingmang. Does it mean that if the smoke-free night is really badly hurt, ordinary doctors ca n’t treat him and will probably find him. .

"There are only one people who can rescue him from the prison," said Hou Jiangyan of Ding'an.

"Daddy said no night?" Crow asked.

Jiang Yan nodded and said, "Yes, that night, you missed him! Including Ye Wuchen, he also thinks that he is still the weak King of Yi, and he would have trouble even if he didn't expect it! He is not He Ye Did the smokeless subordinate Jintang attack the palace together? He should have joined forces with the King of Kings long ago. Therefore, most of the people who smoke free at night are him! "

He nodded, but if it was true, where should Yeyan be at this time? If he was rescued by Ye Wuya, then the most likely place is the King's Palace and the Royal Palace.

She hurriedly looked up at the stars in the night sky. If he was really alive, she must find him!

Royal Palace.

The sky was a bit gloomy, and when I looked away, the red walls and gold tiles were covered with snow, and the Nine Palace Palace looked somber and peaceful.

In the northwest corner of the Royal Palace, there is one of the most desolate courtyards. Because of its perennial disrepair, it looks depressed and dilapidated. The red high walls have peeled off the paint, and it looks mottled. Even the trees in front of it are not evergreen. The trees, all bare branches, pressed against the white snow, did not look a little angry.

Here was the residence of the imperial concubine, which was regarded by the women in the palace as the cold palace in the cold palace. However, since a dozen years ago, an unloved concubine died of serious illness here. It became an ominous place. The harem concubine is most afraid of being driven into this desolate and cold place. However, for many years, the emperor Jiaxiang has never depreciated any concubine here. It is not because he has not been degraded to his concubine, but because he has been degraded to a cold palace elsewhere. This cold palace gradually became a restricted area inside the palace.

In the setting sun, the candlelight was already lit in the darkened room of this cold palace. The dim yellow light illuminates the simple and broken furnishings.

Li Ye was lying on the bed smoke-free, without moving, and covered his face with a layer of cloth, revealing only his eyebrows and lips, and the dark hair scattered on the pillow. Bandages were wrapped around the upper arms and legs of the body, with red blood stains. He lay on the couch indignantly, his eyes closed, and he seemed to be asleep. Long eyelashes hang down like the broken wings of a butterfly.

躺在 He was lying there, his chest was stuffy, his body was covered, his bone marrow was everywhere, and it didn't hurt anywhere. Even breathing is difficult, every breath seems to involve the wound on the body.

The pain was almost numb. He wanted to grab something, but there was no strength in his hands. He couldn't even move his fingers. He wanted to sleep. But the pain prevented him from falling asleep. Lie down like this.

似乎 He seems to be back in his childhood, when his mother and concubine died, and he ate a piece of cake and started to have abdominal pain. He also remembered clearly the feeling at that time. He was also lying in this courtyard, lying on this bed, and felt that there seemed to be tens of thousands of sharp knives stabbing him in the house, and his internal organs were hurting. What saddens him even more is that he is lonely and desolate. No one really cares about him.

Xi Yuyi arrived, and after consulting his pulse, he shook his head and said: Huitian lacks surgery.

He didn't understand the meaning of returning the sky at that time.

Later, I heard the anger of Grandma Huang, saying that if he could not be cured, then he held the heads of those doctors.

He finally took his life. Today, he lies here again. Here is the cold palace where the mother-in-law was beaten. He and the mother-in-law lived here for several years.

The scenes of the past are reappearing in my mind, the sadness and despair of the mother-in-law, his loneliness and loneliness.

The sky was getting dark, and Qingyi Emperor finished the memorial at night without boundaries. He only took a portable servant, along the alleyway, and went to the cold palace at the back. Pushing open the mottled courtyard door, through the desolate courtyard, came to the house. The medicine inside is strong and pungent.

"How about today? Is there any improvement? What kind of herbs do you need? Howling Royal Pharmacy will be ready soon!" Ye Wuya whispered. These days, the good medicines stored in the palace pharmacy are basically used, and the loss is in the palace, otherwise where to find so many good medicines.

Yun Qingkang was bending over for a smoke-free night dressing. After bandaging the wound, he got up and saluted Ye Wanya, whispering softly: "The trauma is no longer a big problem, but the broken hand muscles and hamstrings are connected But, still can't help. Right now, it only depends on slowly recovering. "

Jin Yun changed his medicine lightly, and the sinker standing on one side got up and covered the thick brocade on the smokeless body on the couch.

"How long does it take to recover?" Ye Wuya walked slowly to the window and looked at the smokeless night with a dim candlelight.

How long is it?

Yun Qing's brow frowned slightly. How long it is to be said is actually not a matter of length of time, but he has also encountered many such patients before. After connecting his tendons and hamstrings, he is still unable to exert force. Up and disabled. Too few people are able to act as usual after recovery.

Yan Ye Wuya saw the cloud light and indifferent, his face was very dignified, and his heart was heavy and heavy.

"Well, let Selly come and accompany him, maybe recovery will be faster." Ye Wuya said lowly, with a calm expression.

Jin Yun frantically frowned, "I mentioned it, but he didn't agree. If he was really disabled, he wouldn't let her see himself like this."

Ye Ye nodded without boundaries, and he was rescued from the prison the same day, knowing that he was in poor health, he asked him to find a substitute for the death row. The main reason why he wanted to sacrifice death was to fear that he would die if he died.

Now, although it is said that he has saved his life, no man is willing to paralyze himself on the bed, dragging his beloved woman every day.

With a long sigh, Yan Ye Wuya stood on the side of the bed and stared at Ye Wuyan with a deep sadness in his heart.

In this world, it is not death that strikes a man's self-confidence, but makes him a waste. Ordinary men are not yet able to accept this blow, not to mention Ye Wuyan, a martial arts high-strength and powerful figure.

It's better to die than to live, which is probably the situation right now.

Suddenly an unspeakable heartache suddenly came to my heart, so Ye Wuya could not help but tighten his lips.

The puppet is on a wooden case on one side, and is cutting medicine.

He Qiangzi went to the palace with Yun Qingkang. At first, Yun Qingkang was also fooled by the dead substitute. Until the next day, Ye Wuya took him to the palace, saying that he was treating the wounded in the army camp. When they arrived in the palace, they learned that the King of Kings was not dead.