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

Chapter 482 Take You Home
  Xiao Qingrang taught her the spell and reminded her solemnly: "Miss Ye, this spell must be successful once and for all. The spell cannot be interrupted. No matter what happens, you must complete the spell."

"Otherwise, Your Majesty and I may both lose our lives."

Ye Zhiyu felt his heart tighten when he heard this, knowing that nothing could go wrong in this matter.

She nodded solemnly: "Master Imperial Master, I will not let anything happen to you and Your Majesty."

Xiao Qingrang was concerned when he thought that she was consuming spiritual energy by using the formation, and would have to rely on spiritual energy to support her for a while.

"Miss Ye, do you want to take a rest?"

She looked at Feng Wuming on the bed. The man's face was bloodless, which made her worried.

Shaking his head firmly: "No need."

After feeling the spiritual power in his body, Ye Zhiyu was afraid that he would not be able to hold on: "Master National Preceptor, can you step aside for a moment?"

Xiao Qingrang knew what she wanted to do and turned around to leave.

Ye Zhiyu sat on the edge of the bed, caressing the man's handsome face. She leaned over and kissed his lips without moving in. She stayed in this position for a long time, feeling the surge of spiritual power in her body, and then left. .

"Feng Wuming, you'll be fine." She nodded the man's forehead, the tip of her nose felt sour, and stood up to open the door and call Xiao Qingrang.

Xiao Qingrang frowned, looking a little sad.

"Master Imperial Master, Wen Yufu is dead and the evil god has also been hacked to death. Why are you still worried?"

He glanced at her and shook his head silently, looking a little unnatural.

Ye Zhiyu was even more strange and confused. He stopped him and stared at him suspiciously: "Master Imperial Master, tell me what's bothering you and let me explain it to you."

"Nothing." Xiao Qingrang glanced at Feng Wuming.

"You must have it." Ye Zhiyu concluded.

"Is it related to His Majesty?"

She suddenly realized: "Don't you want to be associated with His Majesty?"

"Master Imperial Master, you can't go back on your word. His Majesty's life depends on you. I know that my idea is a bit selfish. I'm sorry for you. Your Majesty and I will be very grateful to you in the future. His life..."

Listening to her ramble, Xiao Qingrang felt helpless.

"Miss Ye, you are worrying too much. As a subject, Your Majesty is my king. I will not hesitate to save him. As a friend, I will not refuse to save His Majesty even to death."

"Then you..." Ye Zhiyu blinked and looked at him innocently.

Xiao Qingrang held his forehead: "It's just that I think it's a little strange to think of being connected with His Majesty and feeling pain at the same time in the future."

Ye Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, her eyes lingering on him and Feng Wuming, and her eyes changed.

Don't say it.

It's fine if he doesn't mention it.

Why did she feel a little weird when I mentioned it?

Feng Wuming and Xiao Qing feel the same pain. Can you understand that they also have a different kind of understanding?

Seeing her subtle look, Xiao Qingrang quickly avoided: "Miss Ye, without further ado, let's get started."

The corners of Ye Zhiyu's lips curled up, looking at the two of them, their smiles became more and more uncomfortable.

After closing the door, she followed the instructions taught by Xiao Qingrang.

Feng Wuming and Xiao Qing put their palms together and looked at each other face to face. Ye Zhiyu stood by the bed, casting spells, and Xiao Qing closed his eyes tightly, frowning and looking painful.

A pale golden light floated above the two people's heads. As Ye Zhiyu cast a spell, two rays of light floated to the middle of the two people and began to converge into one ray of light.

Ye Zhiyu also closed his eyes, his expression was no more relaxed than the two of them, his face was pale, and there was cold sweat on his forehead.

Feng Wuming sat on the ground with his eyes closed.

There was nothing here, and he couldn't get out no matter how hard he walked. He kept walking on one path, which seemed to have no end. No matter how long he walked, there was still a road ahead.

He couldn't see the road ahead clearly at all, he could only see bursts of white mist.

Where is he? At first, Feng Wuming thought that he would be able to get out if he kept walking, but later he found that he couldn't get out at all, so he gave up.

The whiteness in front of his eyes suddenly disappeared, Feng Wuming stood up, and when he raised his eyes, everything around him changed.

He was in a courtyard and could hear the lively shouts of the market outside. He looked around. There were tables, chairs and trees, but there was no door.

There are walls on all sides.

Feng Wuming frowned and saw the wall facing him change. The wall quickly turned into a vermilion door.

With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Feng Wuming raised his legs to walk towards the door.

Can he leave here by going through this door?

He couldn't move his legs, as if they were integrated with the ground. No matter how hard he tried, the soles of his feet were so heavy that he couldn't lift them.

Xiao Qingrang opened the door, saw Feng Wuming, and quickly came to his side.

Your Majesty, someone must take him out.

It was impossible for him to get out of here by himself.

Feng Wuming looked at Xiao Qingrang. This was the first person he saw, and he was still a very familiar person. He was delighted.

"Master, why are you here? Do you know where this place is? Why can't I move my feet?"

Xiao Qingrang smiled lightly at him, stood in front of him, stretched out his right hand towards him, Qingyue said slowly: "Your Majesty, I am here to take you home."

"Your Majesty, please hold Wei Chen's hand, and Wei Chen can take you home."

Feng Wuming glanced at him and felt a little strange, but he didn't think much and put his hand on it.

Xiao Qingrang held his hand. Feng Wuming still wanted to say that he couldn't move, but he could already move by raising his legs.

Following Xiao Qingrang, the two passed through the red door. In front of them was endless white, and their figures disappeared into the white mist.

The light golden light that gathered together split into two and returned to the heads of Feng Wuming and Xiao Qing respectively. The golden light merged with the two of them.

Ye Zhiyu opened her eyes suddenly, holding on to the bed with some weakness before she could stand still. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally.

Xiao Qingrang slowly woke up and looked at each other with Ye Zhiyu. For a moment, he didn't know whose face was paler between the two.

"Did it succeed?" she asked weakly.

Xiao Qingrang whispered: "Well, I have brought your majesty's soul back. Your majesty is now weak and has internal and external injuries. He will not wake up for a while."

Seeing her expression condensed and looking at Feng Wuming worriedly, he explained.

"Miss Ye, don't worry too much. Your Majesty will wake up no later than tomorrow."

"You also have to take care of your own health. Don't let your majesty wake up and you fall down again. This Imperial Preceptor's Office of mine is not a medical hospital, and I don't like to have patients every day."

Ye Zhiyu looked at his pale face and laughed.

"Master Imperial Master, your complexion is not much better than mine. The two of us, the eldest brother, not to mention the second brother, should take good care of ourselves."

Xiao Qingrang said nothing and stretched out his hand: "Help me."

Ye Zhiyu helped him get out of bed, and the two of them were like two seriously ill old people, supporting each other to get medicine.

Xiao Qingrang gave her three pills to relieve her weakness, and took three more pills for herself. After resting for a while, she opened her eyes.

"Miss Ye, I'm going back to my room to rest."

She must stay and take care of His Majesty no matter what.

Even if he persuades her, she can't rest assured unless she sees His Majesty wake up with her own eyes.

In case His Majesty doesn't wake up until tomorrow, he will go back to rest and take care of His Majesty with her at night.

(End of this chapter)