Lin Shu felt that Xiao Lingyang sooner or later because of Ling Fengxiao's impetus, he became a famous emperor of Ming Dynasty.
As for whether Henry Zhang will be happy because of this... this is debatable.
Lin Shu: "Then... wait for him to be enthroned before you recover."
"No." Ling Fengxiao whispered in his ear: "It would be unfair to pretend to be someone else's identity. I don't want to be like this."
There are too many people involved, and Lin Shu intends to ignore him.
Continue to move forward at night.
Lin Shu ignored Ling Fengxiao, and after a while, the man came to him on his own initiative.
"Baby."
Lin Shu: "Huh?"
"You've been talking a lot these days."
Lin Shu: "?"
He asked, "What?"
Ling Fengxiao said, "Didn't you find it?"
Lin Shu: "I didn't find it."
Ling Fengxiao said, "You've been asking me a lot of things recently. For example, 'Do you want to restore your male body?' and 'Do you want to return to the capital'."
Lin Shu thought for a while: "Well."
Ling Fengxiao continued: "It seems that there is a lot more to say."
Lin Shu tugged at Zhaoye's horse's mane: "It seems so."
Ling Fengxiao: "Indeed."
Lin Shu recalled that the number of conversations he had with Ling Fengxiao far exceeded the number of conversations with other people, and the number of conversations with Ling Fengxiao a few days ago and even in previous years.
As for the reason, he thought, he gradually realized that he could have a normal conversation with Ling Fengxiao.
If he speaks, Ling Fengxiao will follow, if he asks, Ling Fengxiao will definitely answer.
Over time, I got used to it and subconsciously felt that it was very safe to talk to Ling Fengxiao. Don't worry about the cold, and don't think about the inappropriateness of what you say.
As he was thinking like this, he heard Ling Fengxiao ask, "Are you still an emotionless sword cultivator?"
Lin Shu pointed together and wiped out a sword intent.
Zhan Ran, cold and lonely, like the snow on the top of the mountain and the clouds in the cold abyss.
The whole person, facing this sword intent, seems to have become a speck of dust in the eternal sky.
Lin Shu said: "Yes."
Ling Fengxiao: "I don't believe it."
Lin Shu: "You have to believe it."
Ling Fengxiao: "Let's believe it for now."
The gag stopped there, and Zhao Ye continued to rush south.
The gates of the city were closely guarded by soldiers, and when the Phoenix Order came out, it was unobstructed.
When I arrived at the palace, I saw that the palace was solemn, and the maids walking by the wall were all cautious and did not dare to let out the air.
The emperor's residence was still there, and before entering the hall, he smelled a strong medicinal smell, mixed with incense burning to neutralize the bitterness of the medicinal smell.
Ling Fengxiao, who had been traveling unimpeded all the way, was actually stopped by Tu Longwei when he arrived here.
"Your Highness, stay," a black-clothed Tulongwei said, "Your Majesty summoned His Royal Highness and ordered no one to enter."
Ling Fengxiao: "Is your father awake?"
"Exactly." After all, Tu Longwei was Ling Fengxiao's subordinate for many years, and he didn't hide anything: "His Majesty's pulse was cut off, but a quarter of an hour ago, he suddenly woke up and summoned His Royal Highness to enter."
"It's good to wake up." Ling Fengxiao relaxed a little: "I'll wait here, you can continue to guard."
Tu Longwei said: "Yes."
Stepping back a little, Ling Fengxiao stood on the side of the temple gate.
"Royal father will definitely arrange it properly, and if you don't know, he will also prepare an edict," Ling Fengxiao said: "In this way, Xiao Lingyang's accession to the throne will be much smoother."
Lin Shu: "If he doesn't want to..."
Ling Fengxiao: "It is absolutely impossible for me to let him know that I am a man."
All right.
If Henry Zhang knew that he was the only heir, no matter how reluctant he was, he would bite the bullet and sit on the throne.
But if he knew that his sister was not an elder sister, but an elder brother, he would have to blame each other with Xiao Shao. No one wanted to be the emperor, leaving the courtiers and princes at a loss.
If the throne is vacant, you can still write to the emperor. If the throne is vacant, the ministers will probably be dumbfounded.
Lin Shufu slandered Ling Fengxiao and Henry Zhang, and returned his attention to Ling Fengxiao.
Seeing him looking at the gate of the palace, his eyes seemed to be wistful.
Xu Shi noticed Lin Shu's gaze, and Ling Fengxiao said lightly, "I lived in Phoenix Villa since I was a child. Although I have only met him a few times, my father treated me very well."
Lin Shu: "... um."
He doesn't have a father, so I don't know what people who have a father think.
Although Ling Fengxiao and the emperor have only met a few times, they still have some feelings, they are relatives.
But the death of a loved one is not a happy thing after all.
About a quarter of an hour later, the hall door opened wide, and Henry Zhang came out, but he didn't notice them, he held the pillar beside the hall door and took a few breaths.
His face was pale and his steps were staggering. Lin Shu felt that he might be about to inherit the throne, and he was a little desperate.
Ling Fengxiao coughed.
Henry Zhang looked here like a frightened rabbit, and when he saw Ling Fengxiao, he lowered his eyes a little unnaturally: "Sister."
Ling Fengxiao walked over: "Is your royal father okay?"
"Royal father... It's okay," Xiao Lingyang said: "I was very energetic just now, but now it's a little bit weak, I think it's a return to light..."
Ling Fengxiao gave him a cold look: "Be careful."
Xiao Lingyang did not speak.
Lin Shu was very anxious when he saw that his fingers were scraping at the pillar.
Ling Fengxiao obviously noticed: "What's wrong with you?"
Henry Zhang shook his head, and slipped away like he was running away, very fast.
Lin Shu: "…"
Ling Fengxiao: "It's time to fight."
He went into the temple.
The emperor was lying on the bed, his face decayed and his breathing heavy.
Just now, he did not allow anyone to enter, but now Henry Zhang has left the hall, the ban has been lifted, the maids filed in, and the queen also stood behind the screen, a graceful shadow.
It might be a gender difference, Lin Shu thought.
Ling Fengxiao is dressed in women's clothes, of course she can have a look that is almost the same as that of the Queen, but after all, she can only be a domineering and aggressive eldest lady, and she will not have such a dignified and rich demeanor.
Xiao Shao can go to the Demon Realm at any time to ascend the throne, and the queen only needs a shadow behind the screen under the bead curtain, which is the template of the mother's world.
She just stood there, not moving, just watching.
The emperor opened his eyes, looked at Ling Fengxiao with cloudy eyes, coughed a few times, his voice was like a broken bellows: "... Feng'er?"
Ling Fengxiao approached and knelt on his bedside: "Father."
The emperor tremblingly stretched out his rotten wood-like hand, as if to draw the outline of Ling Fengxiao.
"You... so old." The emperor said, "Like A Jin... when he was young."
Speaking of the word "A Jin", the emperor suddenly froze for a moment, looked around with difficulty, and then the whole person's expression became confused: "A Jin... Where is A Jin?"
Jin, this word, Lin Shu has heard. Just three hours ago, the owner of Phoenix Village said a person, "Jinmei". According to the context, this "Jin" had to be the queen.
But the emperor murmured "A Jin", but the queen always stood there, not moving or stepping forward. The dark fragrance was flowing, and the white smoke flowed by her side, lingering around for a while, and then gently dissipated.
Until Ling Fengxiao looked there and said softly, "Mother?"
The queen slowly stepped out from behind the screen.
The texture of her clothes is like the haze of the western sky. As she walks, the tassels of the phoenix crown sway gently, and the splendid clothes drag on the ground, like the clouds in the sunset, or the gold at the end of the phoenix's tail feathers.
But he couldn't see his expression clearly, as if there was a layer of fog.
The emperor's eyes were fixed on her direction, showing a crazy look.
Ling Fengxiao stepped back.
Tremblingly, the emperor took the queen's hand.
Judging from his expression and tone, he was already very awake.
The queen looked down at him, her expression seemed to be only faint.
Such a situation, in any case, is not a scene that juniors can see.
Ling Fengxiao led Lin Shu out of the palace door and gently covered it.
The moment he covered it, he heard a word.
"A Jin, I... I'm sorry—"
sorry
Excuse me for what
The sound stopped abruptly.
After half the time of the incense stick, the death knell in the rear hall was suddenly heard nine in a row.
Another commander sighed.
"Your Majesty is dead—"