The moonlight flicked, and the sound of insects continued.

Ye Qingyi's dormitory was silent, and all the housemaids were condemned.

Ye Qingyi sat on the side of the case in front of the window, his face indifferent, his eyes calm.

"Yier, we are going to get married soon, are you happy?" Huang Fu stood beside Ye Qingyi's side, his voice was still full of emotions, his eyes still full of tenderness.

Even if he knew she had lied to him and knew that she didn't love him, he still couldn't bear to blame her. Even if she was poison, he was still happy.

Ye Qingyi was silent, and she was ultimately responsible for his affection. What he did now was nothing but a touch of her guilt to him. He gave her Feng Guanxia Xun, ten miles of red makeup, she, sorry.

"Yi'er ..." A soft sigh escaped from Huang Fu's thin lips, a little tenderness, a little helplessness, "Why can't you put me in your heart?"

silence……

Huang Fuyi turned and left, his figure with loneliness and embarrassment. The sky was dark, just like his state of mind. In recent days, the night has always been so dark, and he seems to smell a dangerous breath. The wind is coming from the mountains, or it is so.

A few days later, the anxiety in Huang Fu's heart was confirmed.

At that time, Huang Fuyi was still in the royal library's absent-minded applauses. He was full of Ye Qingyi in a red wedding dress and smiled and walked towards him. He slowly reached out his hand and held her 荑 葇...

"Emperor Kailuan, the Guards led the report, and an army of unknown forces appeared near the imperial city."

"The Emperor Qilu, it has been ascertained that the army commander ... is His Royal Highness King Yi."

"King Yi, His Royal Highness King Yi has surrounded the imperial city."

"Her Majesty Qi, Your Royal Highness King wants you ... to hand over the queen maiden."

"The Emperor Kailuan ..."

"Get out of here, get out of here." Huang Fuxi listened to the palace's sentence, and was full of anger in his chest. He swept the piece of ink on the table to the floor.

The crackling sound accompanied by the cold and anger in the room was creepy.

The palace man who came to Baobao saw that Huang Fu's face was as dark as ink, and his eyes were gloomy.

"Huang Fuyi!" Huang Fu slumped, sitting on the seat, gritted his teeth, "It really is a ghost."

"Hehe ..." A sneer sounded in the empty room, a bit weird. "What about you surrounding the palace, this throne is still sitting, and the clothes are mine. As long as the ceremony is closed, the clothes are in the identity With the Royal Clan, you can do nothing about me. "

Huang Fuxi took a deep breath, trying to calm the anger that was burning enough in his heart, and slowly opened his fisted hand: "Come."

"The emperor ... the emperor ..." The palace voice trembled with fear.

"Go, the forbidden army will lead the imperial city and ask the prime minister to find a way to contact the troops outside the imperial city to support it. Also, speed up the preparations for the ceremony. The sooner the better." People have to keep talking.

"Huang Fuyi, walk and see, Yier, after all, it's mine, and this throne is mine." When he said that, Huang Fu looked embarrassed, his eyes were murderous, so terrifying.

The sun is warm, the vegetation is lush, and the breeze is studying. Ye Qingyi nests on the soft couch under the tree, squinting lazily.

"Mother-in-law, the wind is blowing." Xi'er suddenly appeared, leaning over and covering Ye Qingyi with a thin blanket embroidered with ylang-ylang flowers, and asked with concern, "The wind hurts my body."

Ye Qingyi opened his eyes, a little bit of starry in his eyes, and his fingers unconsciously outlined the Ylang-Ylang flower on the thin blanket: "He ... here?"

The sound was unheard of.

Xi'er nodded slightly, "Well."

After hearing the words, Ye Qingyi's eyes brightened, as if there were infinite stars and rivers turning, and her Yi came to pick her up: "What's going on with the emperor?"

"The emperor ordered people to speed up the process of closing the ceremony." Xier held Ye Qingyi slowly to his feet, his voice was extremely low.

Ye Qingyi's face was dark, Huangfu 瑄 ... you know that I don't care about you, why is this?

The sigh was scattered in the wind.

"The emperor, the minister asked to stop the ceremony."

"The emperor, it's not appropriate to be angry when it comes to the crown."

"Emperor, Hongyan is a disaster, and I have to get rid of it. It is even harder to be my national mother in Donglai."

"emperor……"

"Reconsideration, emperor."

"Chen, reconsideration."

"..."

In the main hall of deliberation and administration, all the courtiers asked Huang Fuzhen to give up the posthumous ceremony, all of which were fierce in words and justified.

Huang Fuxuan looked at the kneeling courtier and burned in anger: "Everyone claims to be a virtuous minister and possesses great self-reliance. Why, now that the palace is under siege, they all put the responsibility on the queen's queen and let a weak woman bear All your blame, what is your spirit! What is your responsibility! "

The anger of the emperor was comparable to the thunder, and the officials were silent.

"The emperor, the imperial city is now surrounded, and the city is weak, so don't fight it hard. It's better to hand over the demon girl." And the old minister who was not afraid of death, held his heart sincerely and persuaded.

"Come, pull it down, fight fifty!" Huang Fuyu said mercilessly. "There are still people who have this remark, and I beheaded him and retreated!"

After all, regardless of the courtier's reaction, he left.

Huang Fuyi, you're waiting. It's not necessarily who will kill the deer.

"The emperor, the queen's maiden begging to see you." The emperor's wife had just reported to the palace and heard that Ye Qingyi wanted to see him, and she was pleasantly surprised. "Quick pass."

"Emperor." Ye Qingyi's blessing, a distant face and a strange tone.

Huang Fuyi looked at Ye Qingyi, who was ceremonially in front of Zhou, with a frown, and the joy under his heart suddenly became empty and he kept silent.

"The emperor, Chen Ye heard of the early dynasty, here comes ..."

"You don't have to say it, come back." Without waiting for Ye Qingyi to finish, Huang Fuyi became cold and sounded, "I won't let go of you."

"You ..." Ye Qingyi paused and sighed, "Huangfu, you know that I don't care about you, why are you doing this?"

Huang Fuyi was absent, and looked down at the memorial in his hand, as if Ye Qingyi was absent.

Ye Qingyi left helplessly.

In the queen queen's palace, the atmosphere was dull and depressing, the palace people bowed their heads to silence, the atmosphere did not dare to come out, fearing to annoy the people on the theme.

At the moment, Mrs. Qi was gloomy. She knew about the death of Huang Fuyi. She heard that the imperial city was besieged. She was anxious, but she listened to the news from the palace. Stopped closing the ceremony, handed Ye Qingyi out of breath, and was anxious. Both the emperor and the emperor are angry, and they have raised a son for the sake of beauty.

Ye Qingyi, the thought of this name, the queen mother Qi had hatred, if it wasn't for that bitch, how could Mier become like this, and how could Huang Fuyi's fake death, that **** was using Chen Er's affection for her to achieve her purpose, she obviously loved Huang Fuyi, but also came to provoke Chen Er, really shameless.

Since Yuner couldn't bear it, then it was her mother who came, Ye Qingyi, and your death was over.