nashuaworldcup Chapter 250 Mingyang Palace
Chapter 250 Mingyang Palace
But how could this be possible? Xiao Lanma had passed away long ago, so how could a person become another person? This question was like a heavy stone, weighing on Sikong Yan's heart, leaving him puzzled.
For countless nights, Sikong Yan tossed and turned in bed, with Xiao Sizhe's figure and those strange phenomena constantly appearing in his mind.
He tried to find the answer from the depths of his memory, but always found nothing. Gradually, a terrible thought sprouted in his mind - could it be that the dead ghost possessed Xiao Sizhe and came back for revenge?
Once this idea came to him, it grew wildly in his mind like a weed. Whenever he faced Xiao Sizhe alone, he would feel an inexplicable panic in his heart.
He would unconsciously observe Xiao Sizhe's every move, trying to find some evidence from him to prove his guess. However, every time he saw Xiao Sizhe's innocent smile and clear eyes, he would feel how ridiculous his thoughts were.
"Brother Yan!" A clear shout was like a ray of sunshine, instantly penetrating the darkness and pulling Sikong Yan back from his complicated thoughts. He raised his head and saw Xiao Sizhe's figure swaying lightly like an elf in the flickering candlelight. He held a basin of steaming foot bath steadily in his hand, with a cheerful smile on his face, as if no troubles in the world could affect his mood.
Sikong Yan looked at Xiao Sizhe, panic and doubt intertwined in his heart at this moment. He watched Xiao Sizhe skillfully put the foot bath soup beside the bed, then walked in front of him, squatted down, and gently took off his boots for him. The pair of white big feet were exposed to the air, and under the candlelight, they seemed to emit a soft light.
Xiao Sizhe carefully put Sikong Yan's feet into the water, his movements were gentle and delicate, as if he was treating an invaluable treasure. Then, he moved a stool, sat opposite Sikong Yan, took off his boots, and revealed a pair of delicate feet like white jade lotus.
The pair of feet slowly floated into the water, creating tiny ripples that looked particularly beautiful under the flickering candlelight.
Sikong Yan was stunned by the scene in front of him. His eyes fell on Xiao Sizhe's feet. Those feet were as perfect as works of art, which made him mesmerized for a moment.
His face and neck gradually changed from white to pink, and the pink slowly spread like the sunset glow in the sky. Soon, the pink deepened into crimson, and continued to intensify, spreading all the way to the base of his ears.
Xiao Sizhe didn't seem to notice Sikong Yan's abnormality. He just swung his feet gently in the water, feeling the comfort brought by the water temperature. He raised his head and looked at Sikong Yan, with a curious light in his eyes: "Brother Yan, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so red?"
Sikong Yan was awakened by Xiao Sizhe's words. He looked away in panic and stammered, "Nothing... nothing, maybe a little hot." He tried to fan his face with his hands to cool down, but the burning feeling did not subside at all.
Xiao Sizhe looked at Sikong Yan's embarrassed look and couldn't help but chuckle. The laughter was as clear and pleasant as a silver bell, echoing in the silent room, as if it could dispel all the haze.
Sikong Yan listened to Xiao Sizhe's laughter, and the tension and uneasiness in his heart gradually dissipated. He looked at Xiao Sizhe's innocent smile, and a warm current surged in his heart.
At this moment, Sikong Yan suddenly felt that no matter what secrets Xiao Sizhe was hiding, he didn't want to pursue them anymore.
He only knew that Xiao Sizhe was an accident in his life, an accident that made him feel warm and happy. In this world full of disputes and suffering, it is so rare and precious to have such a pure friendship.
He gently held Xiao Sizhe's hand, feeling the warmth from it, and thought silently in his heart: No matter who you are, no matter where you come from, I will cherish you and protect you. Let this secret be buried in my heart forever...
In the Mingyang Palace, the atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed like water could drip out. Emperor Yuxuan sat on the dragon throne, his face as gloomy as an approaching storm, his eyes burning with anger, as if he wanted to devour the entire court. Today, he was already furious, and the angry roar echoed in the palace, making every minister tremble with fear.
The Imperial Master Meng Tonglu stood aside, with a sinister smile on his face, like a cunning fox, adding fuel to the flames with ill intentions. His narrow eyes flashed with a malicious light, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth revealed his inner pride and cruelty. "Your Majesty, it seems that this little lunatic cannot be kept alive. As long as he lives, we will have trouble. It would be better to execute him by slow slicing! If he doesn't tell us the secret of longevity, we will cut off a piece of his flesh, and if he still doesn't tell us, we will cut off another piece of his flesh..." His words were like a cold blade, piercing the eardrums of everyone present, making people feel cold.
When he said this, his ferocious expression looked as if he wanted to cut the person into pieces immediately. He didn't care how cruel his words were, as if he was not afraid of biting off his teeth.
When Minister Han heard this, he became furious. He strode forward resolutely, bowed and reported, "Your Majesty, Xiao Sizhe is the greatest contributor to the victory in the North! This time when the troops returned to the court, Your Majesty neither rewarded him with merits nor promoted him to a higher rank, but the Imperial Preceptor wanted to execute him for no reason. This is really intolerable! This will chill the hearts of people all over the world, and those soldiers who fought bloody battles for the country! Who will dare to lead troops to fight for Your Majesty and sacrifice their lives for the country in the future? Your Majesty should still put the country first, and don't listen to these slanderous words, lest you ruin your lifelong reputation!" Minister Han's voice was sonorous and powerful, and his eyes revealed firmness and justice. He looked directly at Emperor Yuxuan and the Imperial Preceptor without fear, as if he wanted to use his body to build a solid line of defense for Xiao Sizhe.
Meng Tonglu was so angry that he trembled all over when he heard what Han Shangshu said. His gray beard fluttered like it was blown by a strong wind. He glared at Han Shangshu fiercely and cursed in his heart: "This Han Mingguang, do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have won a battle on a border mission? Humph, I will make you pay today!" His eyes were full of resentment and jealousy, and he wished to kill Han Shangshu immediately.
At this time, the good concubine sat beside Emperor Yuxuan and said coquettishly, "Your Majesty, some people think they can be superior after winning a battle. If it weren't for your wise and brave emperor and the elite soldiers and generals sent by you, how could these weak people win?"
Her cold face and gentle voice were full of sourness and provocation. Her charming eyes flashed with a cunning, implying that this was all the emperor's credit, cleverly attributing all the glory to Emperor Yuxuan alone, while also belittling those soldiers who fought hard on the battlefield.