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Chapter 225. The Smoke of the Past

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    Ye Mao went back to the city and got a carriage, Chu Yao and Liu Shu got into the carriage, and Ye Mao drove the horse.

    The strange thing is that Xiao didn't chase after him, nor did he send any pursuers. It took them more than half a month, traveling overnight, to reach Yuncheng smoothly.

    In the Ancestral Temple of the Imperial Palace of the Kingdom of Li, Chuyao placed Rong Shaoyang's columbarium in front of his father, queen mother and sister's tablet. She stood in the center of the Ancestral Temple, standing from morning to night, and from night to dawn.  He didn't move, didn't eat, drink or sleep, his face was still expressionless, like a standing stone sculpture.

    After a day and a night, Chuyao stepped out of the Taimiao, and Liu Shu and Ye Mao, who were guarding the door, came up to meet them. They saw that Chuyao's expression was normal, and they were even more worried.  When Ye He died, she didn't cry, laugh or make trouble, but she cut her wrists and committed suicide at night, and then went crazy again.

    At that time, there was still Rong Shaoyang who could control her, but the person who died now was Rong Shaoyang, who could comfort her pain.

    Liu Shu supported Chuyao and walked down the steps step by step. Unexpectedly, a group of men in black appeared from nowhere and surrounded her.

    Ye Mao rushed in front of them, drew out his sword, and looked at the men in black all around vigilantly.

    "Ye Mao, put away your sword." Chu Yao, who had been silent for the past few days, suddenly spoke.

    Ye Mao and Liu Shu looked at Chuyao in puzzlement, Chuyao pulled his arm out of Liuli's hand, stepped down the steps, walked around Ye Mao, walked towards the man in black, and said calmly to them, "I'll go back with you, there's no need to go to war.  "

    Liu Shu and Ye Mao understood that this group of men in black was sent by Xiao Jing, and they might have followed them all the way. When Chuyao returns Rong Shaoyang's columbarium to Li Palace, he will take her back to Yan  palace.

    "Sister, I can't go back with them." Ye Mao grabbed Chuyao's sleeve and said anxiously.

    Chuyao looked back at him indifferently, and his voice was as calm as a winter lake: "Do I have a choice?"

    These people Xiao Jing sent are all first-class masters, even if Ye Mao has made great progress in martial arts now, it may be very difficult to deal with these people.

    Ye Mao pursed his lips tightly, he was indeed not yet capable of protecting Chu Yao Zhouquan.

    Chuyao was invited into the carriage by the man in black, accompanied by Liu Shu and Ye Mao, and the carriage drove south all the way back to Yan Palace.

    The return journey also took more than half a month. At this time, New Year's Eve had just passed, and there was no New Year's atmosphere in Yanhuang Palace.

    The world is settled. Before the new year, Xiao Jing had already ascended the throne as emperor, changed his country name to Tianshun Dynasty, and his reign name to Suqing Emperor.  Clearing up means cleaning up and rectifying, which means that the Tianshun Dynasty cleared up the remnants of Li Yuan and started a new rule.

    At the beginning of the new year, the court situation was not stable, and naturally there was no sense of celebration in the palace. After Chuyao returned to the palace, she still lived in Fengqi Palace.

    Xiao was tired of government affairs, and didn't have much time to see her. It wasn't until February that the court situation and government affairs in various places stabilized.

    When Xiao Jing entered Fengqi Palace, Mo Nian was applying medicine to Chuyao's cheeks. Chuyao closed her eyes and let her move. Xiao Jing glanced at Mo Nian, took the ointment in her hand, and gently applied it to Chuyao's face.  smear.

    Chuyao felt a difference in strength, opened her eyes and saw it was Xiao Jing, her black eyes showed no emotion, she just glanced at them and closed them again.

    "February 15th, Flower God's Day, let's get married." Xiao Jing lowered her eyes, focused on applying medicine to her, and her voice was low and gentle.

    Chu Yao didn't make any statement, and didn't even tremble his eyelashes, as if what he heard was nothing more than an insignificant thing.

    Xiao Jing gave her good medicine, took the brocade handkerchief from the maid and wiped her hands, Mo Nian who was standing aside couldn't help but sneer: "She is the queen of the previous dynasty, you are not afraid of the minister's criticism and the common people's ridicule.  "

    "The former empress is dead, she is my new empress." Xiao Jing's eyes darkened, and her voice turned cold: "You just need to take care of her with all your heart."

    After finishing speaking, Xiao Jing threw down the veil and walked out.

    Mo Nian's red lips sneered unabated, watching Xiao Jing stepping out of Fengqi Palace, she said to Chuyao: "You decide to do this as his new queen?" The reason she healed Chuyao's face was not because of Xiao Jing.  Please, there is no one in this world who can make her do things against her will.

    She helped Chuyao because Chuyao's personality appealed to her. Many times, she seemed to have known her when she was young.

    In order to answer Mo Nian, Chu Yao sat up, covered her lips with her hands, and spit out a mouthful of blood again. This was the second time today, and her coughing up blood was getting worse.

    "It's just a dying person, so what should I care about." Chu Yao lowered his brows indifferently, and wiped the blood from his hands.

    Mo Nian's eyesAfter getting dark, she reached out and put her hand on Chuyao's wrist. For a moment, her brows were frowned, and she said in a deep voice, "It won't last a month."

    "Oh, he won't get it after all." Chu Yao smiled coldly.

    Mo Nian was silent, she looked at Chuyao with deep eyes, and always felt that she seemed to be planning something.  In her early twenties, her mind was already so heavy. Even if she didn't have hemoptysis, sooner or later she would worry too much and die in depression.

    "You can do what you want." Mo Nian didn't say much anymore, she was originally a cold-tempered person, and she didn't want to influence other people's lives and thoughts.

    At this moment, Gong'e notified Chuyao that an old friend asked to see her.

    Before seeing him, his laughter sounded from outside the hall, and Chuyao's face was rarely moved. She looked out the door and saw a man in red walking in with a folding fan in his hand and a smile on his face.

    The person who came was Su Yan, whom he hadn't seen for nearly half a year. He approached Chuyao, stood in front of her, suddenly withdrew his smile, and frowned at the expression on her face.

    "It's only been half a year, and you're embarrassing yourself again. Don't you just want to be happy?" Su Yan shook her head disapprovingly, and said to Chu Yao with a sigh: "Why are you doing this?"

    Chuyao sat down, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Su Yan, "Are you a lobbyist sent by Xiao Jing today, or are you a friend of Song Chuyao?"

    Su Yan sat down, took the teacup, took a sip, and said leisurely: "Neither of them, I am Song Chuyao's lobbyist today."

    Chuyao was puzzled, and only heard Su Yan say: "You can't convince yourself, you can't let go of the past in your heart, and I'm here to help you persuade the you who can't let go of the past."

    "Things of yesterday are like dying yesterday, and things of today are like being born today." Su Yan put down the cup and sighed softly: "The past is a cloud, so what if you are persistent."

    Chuyao was silent, she held the porcelain cup in her hand slightly, as if restraining something, she lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "You have never been able to persuade yourself to let go of her, so how can you convince me to let go of the past."

    [Author's digression]: After reading the comments, everyone seems to have judged and worried too early. The ending of this article will be a comedy. No matter how cruel the process is, it can't change the essence of a certain onion's mother!  !  Go to sleep, it's past three o'clock, crazy!  !  ~~o(£¾_£¼)o~~(Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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