"Fu Li!"
An Zixuan's tone could not conceal his resentment, it was clearly just two simple words, but it contained deep resentment and disappointment.
His eyes were red, and the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, as if he had been crying for a long time. His pale face and thick black hair made him look like a ghost.
An Zixuan looked at the attendant in front of him, with disbelief in his eyes, "Kazema, didn't you get killed by that villain Fu Li? You're still alive, you're still alive... that's great, that's really great …”
Weeping and crying, An Zixuan laughed again, like a lunatic.
The servant An Zixuan called Kazama was brought from the prime minister's mansion. He grew up with An Zixuan since he was a child. The two of them have a very good relationship, not like an ordinary master and servant.
When An Zixuan heard the name Fu Li, he hurriedly stepped forward, covered An Zixuan's mouth with his hand, and smiled a little forcedly: "Master, I'm burnt out... Look, this is all nonsense. "
"How could Miss Fu harm the slave, besides, the slave is in this deep palace, where can I see Miss Fu?"
Only then did An Zixuan feel something was wrong.
Why did Kazama call Fu Li that bitch Miss Fu? Didn't Fu Li already ascended to the Ninth Five position
Looking at Kazama's apparently very young face again, a ridiculous thought suddenly flashed through An Zixuan's mind.
He tremblingly stretched out his hand to touch his face, the feel of the tentacles was moist and smooth, without any scar.
An Zixuan struggled to get out of bed, stumbled in front of the mirror of the dressing table, and looked at the young and beautiful face reflected in the bronze mirror.
Except for his slightly pale face and dry lips, this face...is obviously the same as him when he was young.
An Zixuan stretched out his hands to cover his face, but actually sobbed softly, tears slipped down his fingers, his shoulders trembled.
He was born again.
He was reborn...
A trace of cruelty gradually flashed across An Zixuan's eyes, and ecstasy welled up in his heart. He tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, and sorted out everything in his mind, his fingers turning white.
He looked up and looked around, and what he saw was a magnificent and exquisite palace, which was strange but familiar.
This is clearly not the Weiyang Palace he is used to living in, but... the Yaohua Palace.
An Zixuan's eyes were a little dazed, and a touch of uncontrollable ecstasy gradually emerged.
So, he was reborn to a time before he killed Ji Lan
Thinking of the woman who loved him to the bone in her previous life, she was protecting him even when she was dying, and what he did... All he gave her was lies, except for false feelings and lies.
What appeared in An Zixuan's eyes was endless remorse and guilt, as well as a little bit of rejoicing.
It's okay, it's okay, everything is still in time.
He still had time to compensate Ji Lan.
In his previous life, after An Zixuan killed Ji Lan, he successfully helped Fu Li ascend to the throne, and he became Fengjun, both ascended to the highest position in the world, all the happiness was a little unreal.
However, it was only two years.
Fu Li was tired of him, she fell in love with his concubine's brother, and together with that bitch, gave him chronic poison, no wonder he was lingering and sick for several years for no reason.
The last bowl of poison was poured down by his own brother himself, and Fu Li stood at the door at that time, watching coldly.
Kazama loyally protected the lord, and was finally given a sword to death by the imperial guards.
An Zixuan hates it.
When he woke up again, he didn't expect that he was reborn many years ago, before everything happened.