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

Chapter 484 Ye Zhiyu leaves
  Smelling her scent, Feng Wuming tightened his hands and whispered in her ear: "I love you, I love you very much."

I want to stay with her in this life and the next life.

He was embarrassed to say this.

Ye Zhiyu turned to look at him, stepped away from his arms, looked into his tender eyes, and said with a smile every word.

"Feng Wuming, I love you too."

"Close your eyes and I'll give you a gift."

Feng Wuming obeyed and closed his eyes.

Ye Zhiyu was a little nervous. She swallowed, clenched her fingers, stood up and leaned over to slowly approach him.

Inching closer to the man, her heartbeat quickened, and she was about to kiss his lips. She closed her eyes, and her head suddenly had a splitting headache, as if a thousand needles were pricking her. There was a ringing in her ears, and she lost consciousness and moved weakly to the bed. plant.

Feng Wuming's chin was bumped, he curled his lips, his chest sank, his heart suddenly panicked, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Ye Zhiyu lay on his lap, eyes closed.

Feng Wuming turned pale and called her name.

The girl in his arms didn't react at all and let him do what he wanted.

Thinking of something, Feng Wuming said in a deep voice: "Here comes someone."

When Xiao Qingrang left the room, he specifically asked the housekeeper to ask some servants to guard the door so that he could be taken care of if anything happened.

The servants trembled all over and quickly pushed the door open. They were frightened when they saw Feng Wuming's face looking horribly grave.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

"Where is the Imperial Master? Go and find the Imperial Master immediately." Feng Wuming's voice trembled slightly, and he held Ye Zhiyu's hand tightly, not daring to let go.

The servant did not dare to delay and went to find Xiao Qingrang without stopping.

After Fu Jingtong finished handling the affairs of Jinluan Palace, he came to visit the three of them. The housekeeper took him to see Xiao Qingrang.

Xiao Qingrang put on his outer robe and sat down face to face with Fu Jingtong. The butler brought the brewed tea and before he put it on the table, the servant rushed in in a hurry and bumped into him.

The butler lost his balance and dropped the teapot to the floor.

Fu Jingtong stood up and supported the housekeeper, looked at the reckless servant and whispered: "What are you doing in such a hurry?"

The servant ran over all the way, panting: "Master Imperial Master, Your Majesty... His Majesty is awake. His Majesty asked you to come over quickly. Miss Ye... Miss Ye fainted."

Fu Jingtong's expression changed slightly.

Why did Miss Ye faint suddenly?

Xiao Qingrang's face was solemn and he quickly walked outside.

Ye Zhiyu's body shouldn't be like this, and he wouldn't faint for no reason.

Fu Jingtong hurriedly followed, his heart racing.

He knew that Miss Ye and His Majesty were in love with each other, so he chose to hide his feelings for Miss Ye in his heart.

But he still likes Miss Ye.

Giving up is not something that can be done in a short while.

Xiao Qing glanced at Fu Jingtong, who was walking faster than him, and a dark color flashed in his eyes.

Why is he not?

He and Fu Jingtong are suffering from the same problem.

Love is ready to come out, but love cannot be expressed.

He collected his thoughts and rushed to the room with Fu Jingtong as quickly as possible. When they saw Feng Wuming, they were stunned for a moment.

He seemed to have no soul, holding Ye Zhiyu's hand, lost in thought, and pressed tightly against Ye Zhiyu's face, his eyes were red, like a piece of wood.

Xiao Qing had a bad feeling in his heart.

Fu Jingtong thumped and suddenly clenched his hands into fists.

Xiao Qingrang strode to the bedside. Feng Wuming suddenly raised his head, his eyes were scarlet, as if he was grasping the last life-saving straw. He had never looked at Xiao Qingrang with pleading eyes.     “Save her.”

"Your Majesty, Wei Chen will do his best to save Miss Ye. You first let Miss Ye go and let Wei Chen take a look at her."

Feng Wuming nodded. He stayed in this position for too long. Every time he moved, his limbs and bones felt numb and very uncomfortable. He wanted to get out of bed, but he failed to stand firmly and fell down.

Fu Jingtong supported him with both hands: "Your Majesty, be careful."

Feng Wuming said nothing, staring at Ye Zhiyu closely.

Fu Jingtong looked down at his hands.

His Majesty's hands were shaking.

Xiao Qing asked Ye Zhiyu to feel his pulse. He was shocked, his face was solemn as never before, and his fingers trembled.

The pulse of a dead person.

Miss Ye's pulse condition is that of someone who has been dead for a long time.

He suddenly realized something, spiritual power penetrated into Ye Zhiyu's body from his fingertips, Xiao Qingrang searched for her soul with his eyes closed, his expression was painful.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Xiao Qingrang turned pale and covered Ye Zhiyu with the quilt. Before he could finish covering it, his wrist was caught.

Feng Wuming grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing after covering her up?"

Xiao Qingrang saw him staring at Ye Zhiyu intently, with a calm expression and as if his heart was filled with despair, and he whispered.

"Didn't Your Majesty already know? I can't save Miss Ye."

"What do you mean I can't save Miss Ye? Master, what's wrong with Miss Ye? Didn't she just faint?"

Fu Jingtong was anxious and uneasy.

He was even afraid of what the Imperial Master would say.

Xiao Qing's eyes were dim and uncomfortable, and the words rolled around in his throat before he struggled to spit out each word.

"Your Majesty, Miss Ye does not belong to our world. Wei Chen has just searched her. Miss Ye's body no longer contains Miss Ye's soul."

"Miss Ye..." He paused: "She has returned to her world."

"Miss Ye Er has been dead for a long time. This body has been kept from rotting by the nourishment of Miss Ye's soul. After Miss Ye left, this body will rot quickly within a day. Your Majesty, please dispose of Miss Ye Er's body as soon as possible. "

He used Miss Ye and Miss Ye Er to remind Feng Wuming.

Feng Wuming's tear slipped from the corner of his eye and fell on Ye Zhiyu's face. His heart was like a knife, holding her cold hands, powerless and helpless.

Before Xiao Qingrang came, he noticed that she was not breathing and probed with his hand, but there was no breath.

She suddenly fainted without any warning, and he guessed that she might have returned to her own world.

Hearing her return with my own ears felt like I had lost her again.

It was not easy...she finally agreed to be his queen. Wen Yufu died. Even though everything was going in a good direction, she left.

Feng Wuming put her hand inside the clothes, trying to warm her hand, his voice was soft and trembling.

"National Master, you can bring her soul back, right?"

"She promised to be my queen. She must be reluctant to let go of Xiaojiu and Xiaofengtuan, and she doesn't want to go back..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Qingrang looked at him with compassion and felt very uncomfortable.

"Your Majesty, I cannot bring back Miss Ye's soul. Miss Ye...is different from others."

"Your Majesty, everything has a cause and effect. Miss Ye will come to our world, and her cause is here. Now that Miss Ye has left, her cause is gone, and she has gone back."

But...what's the reason for Miss Ye?
  Could it be Wen Yufu?

Wen Yufu is dead, will Miss Ye leave?
  But he had a vague feeling that it was not Wen Yufu.

In short, the fault of Miss Ye is not with Your Majesty.

(End of this chapter)