On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Did the system see her?

Ye Zhiyu gritted her teeth and endured the pain of her soul being burned. When she saw that the system made no sound, before she could figure out what was going on, her soul rolled back uncontrollably, as if there was a force behind her that pushed her away. Drag back.

The scene in front of him flashed by. Ye Zhiyu passed through Xiao Qingrang's body. As soon as he reached the bedside, she was sucked back into his body.

Ye Zhiyu was confused. When her body and soul merged, she saw the Taoist temple. The junior brother and the master were sitting opposite each other, drinking tea and playing chess.

Has she returned to the temple?

Ye Zhiyu wanted to call the two of them, but found that no sound came out. A gust of wind blew and she was blown to close her eyes.

Taoist temple, in the pavilion.

"Master, I haven't seen my senior sister for a long time. Where has she gone? I'm still not used to it without my senior sister. I can't even discuss my morality with my senior sister."

Ye Zhiyu's junior brother held the chess piece in his hand, thinking that he hadn't seen her for a long time, and his eyes looked a little missed.

"Yu'er is on a mission." The old man sitting opposite him was wearing a light blue robe, taking a sip of tea, his expression was gentle and kind, and his every move was like an immortal.

Junior Brother's eyes lit up: "Are Senior Sister Ye's mission the same as Senior Sister Ruoqi's mission?"

The old man nodded and saw the envy on the face of the disciple opposite him. He said to himself: "That's great. Senior sisters and the others are doing arduous tasks. I don't know when I can also do the tasks."

He looked at the old man eagerly: "Master, can you give me a chance and let me try it too?"

Senior Sister Ruoqi came back from a previous mission and her skills were greatly improved. They went to chat with Senior Sister and found that Senior Sister had also realized a lot of Taoism that they had not understood before.

After a mission, Senior Sister Ruoqi reached a higher level, making them all envious.

Many times, understanding also depends on chance.

Senior sister and the others go on a mission, this kind of thing is an opportunity.

He also wants to have good opportunities.

The old man smiled and had a kind look on his face.

"Opportunities are hard to come by. You, before the time comes, study hard. When the time comes, you will have your own opportunities."

The junior brother let out a sigh of disappointment, but this disappointment disappeared quickly.

He has his own opportunities.

You still have to study hard and try to keep up with the pace of your senior sisters.

"Master, when will Senior Sister Ye come back?" He wanted to see what changes would happen to Senior Sister Ye after she came back, not to mention the enhancement of mystical skills.

He would rather know to what extent Senior Sister Ye's xinxing will improve.

The old man didn't answer him. He just smiled and dusted the water in the teacup with his hand. A drop of water swirled on his fingertips. He flicked the water into the pond. A red carp leaped up and popped him out. The drop of water that went away opened its mouth to catch it, spun around happily in the air, and returned to the water.

Ye Zhiyu suddenly opened his eyes and raised his hand to touch his forehead.

The burning sensation was gone, and her whole body felt comfortable now, as if she had been moisturized by water.

She sat up suddenly and hit Feng Wuming's chin.

Feng Wuming didn't care whether her chin hurt from being hit. He hugged her in surprise and said with little force, "You're awake."

She has come back.

She did not leave.

Ye Zhiyu felt the force of his hands inch by inch, as if he was trying to knead her into her bones. She patted his arm, feeling a little out of breath.

"Your Majesty, can you relax a little? I can't breathe."

Feng Wuming let go of his hands and looked at her nervously: "Is there any discomfort?"

"No." She shook her head and saw that the ends of his eyes were red and bloodshot, and his brows were filled with concern and concern. She felt so distressed that she took the initiative to hug him.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

She patted his back gently, like patting a child to comfort him.

"Do you think I'm fine now?"

Feng Wuming clasped her waist and pulled her into his arms. Their bodies were close to each other, and their breaths blended together, and all his restlessness was slowly suppressed.

He whispered against her forehead. "Did you... almost go back just now?"

Ye Zhiyu shook his head: "No, I didn't go back."

Feng Wuming's hanging heart relaxed.

That's good.

He was afraid that she would suddenly go back and disappear before his eyes without even saying goodbye.

"Wang Xiao'e." He whispered her name in a low voice.

Ye Zhiyu hummed, and his chin was gently lifted.

Feng Wuming said awkwardly: "If you want to go back one day, can you tell me in advance and let me..."

His eyes were dark and he said in a low voice: "Let me also be prepared."

Feng Wuming hugged her tightly and looked away from her bright eyes, revealing his fragile side: "I won't be able to bear the sudden departure from my side."

He couldn't stand it.

Ye Zhiyu froze and turned to look at his side face, feeling only endless distress and unbearability.

He used to be the regent, but now he is the emperor with more than ten thousand people. He has experienced countless things and has strong ability to withstand pressure and strong endurance.

Her leaving... would be too much for him to bear.

Did she have such a great influence on him?
Ye Zhiyu's nose felt sour, and he felt happy and sad at the same time.

Her heart was heavy.

She didn't know when she would leave, so she couldn't tell him in advance.

She smiled and patted his back: "Okay, if I want to leave, I will tell you."

"Pull the hook." Feng Wuming stretched out his little finger towards her.

Ye Zhiyu's eyes flickered when he saw that the movement of his fingers was exactly the same as Xiaojiu's.

After all, they are father and son.

Looking at his little finger, she twisted it: "Forget it, Your Majesty, I won't lie to you."

Feng Wuming took her hand, pressed her little finger lightly, and took the initiative to hook her thumb.

"Hang yourself with a hook."

The man didn't continue talking and raised his eyes to look at her deeply.

"Your Majesty, you are a bit childish." Ye Zhiyu wanted to take his hand out, but the man grabbed it tightly, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Wang Xiao'e, am I naive or do you want to lie to me?"

His deep eyes were a bit fierce, and Ye Zhiyu quickly shook his little finger: "No change is allowed for 100 years."

The out-of-body experience had an impact on the body. Ye Zhiyu was a little tired. She yawned and her eyes were watery.

Feng Wuming let go of her hand, and when he left, he deliberately tickled the palm of her hand with his fingers.

Ye Zhiyu trembled all over and his cheeks were slightly red.

"Have a good rest." Feng Wuming looked at her red ears and lips, and covered her with a silk quilt.

Ye Zhiyu closed his eyes and his left hand was still in his hand.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to guard me, just go and do your business."

Feng Wuming looked at her beady fingers and said warmly: "You go to sleep. I'll wait until you fall asleep before leaving. Don't worry about it for a while."

Hearing this, Ye Zhiyu said nothing.

The palm of her hand was wrapped in his, and the warmth rippled in her palm. Knowing that there was someone watching over her, she fell asleep peacefully.

I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep, so I went to have a meeting with Guan Jing soon.

Feng Wuming listened to her even breathing, looked at her quietly for a while, then gently put her hand in, leaned over and kissed her forehead, then turned to find Xiao Qingrang. (End of chapter)