Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

It is said to be enjoying the flowers, but in fact it is nothing more than torturing Yan Ran.

Everyone knows that the regent hates the royal family the most, and this puppet emperor is even easier to handle.

I am used to bowing my knees, and I can finally step on the emperor's head and jump. This kind of contrast and pleasure is something that those inferior people have never experienced.

The flowers are very bright and beautiful, the petals are pink and tender, and the heart is bright yellow.

But Yan Ran didn't have any intention to watch it at all.

The eunuch looked at the pale emperor's face, there was an indescribable darkness in his eyes, he smiled, his face was extremely pale, his lips were very bright, his appearance was ordinary, revealing a sense of femininity.

He picked up the silk handkerchief and wiped the sweat of the former emperor respectfully. He brushed his little finger across the smooth and tender face, slightly cool and soft, towards the unreachable white clouds in the sky.

The emperor's butterfly-like eyelashes were gently raised, and his amber eyes were spotlessly clean, reflecting his appearance.

The eunuch smiled even more heartily, "Your Majesty, I will wipe your sweat off for you."

Yan Ran stared at his face for a while, then took a step back.

The smiling eunuch withdrew his hand naturally, and followed her side with lowered eyebrows, without the seductive energy just now, he seemed to be doing his job.

The lotus on the bank of the river is in full bloom, the lakeside is clear and green, and there are bursts of fragrance.

Yan Ran was fascinated by it for some reason, until there was a resistance from behind, and before he even had time to turn around, he fell due to inertia.

The icy water floated in all directions, she subconsciously opened her mouth to breathe, and the water entered her lungs.

The feeling of water entering the lungs is a violent tearing sensation, and the feeling of water filling the eardrums feels like the brain is about to burst.

Yan Ran vaguely seemed to hear someone calling on the shore.

"The emperor fell into the water! Come quickly!"

In a hurry, full of panic, but no one jumped down.

The inhaled water burned his lungs and stomach like lava. Yan Ran opened his eyes and tried to struggle, but his arms and legs solidified like sculptures.

Are you going to die?

For some reason, Yan Ran didn't feel much fear of death.

She just thought, what a pity, I haven't had time to see Brother Xiaoyu again.

The thin figure sank slowly, and she slowly closed her eyes.

The moment he closed his eyes, his hand was pulled by a powerful force.

Yan Ran opened his eyes instantly, and looked over with surprise, but ended in disappointment.

"emperor!"

"emperor!"

A good strategy is to put down the light and poor people.

The man standing on the bank of the river looked down, lazily like a sleeping lion, and the knife marks on the brows added to the ferocity.

The place was bustling, everyone's face was full of anxiety and panic, and the emperor who was rescued seemed to have not recovered from the suffocation just now, and he arched his body and covered his mouth and coughed violently.

She was drenched all over, the thick dragon robe was tightly attached to her body, and the perfect outline could be vaguely seen, her thin shoulders trembled, and the hand covering her mouth was slightly tense.

The corners of Ke's eyes were red, as if she had secretly applied rouge.

Ye Yu still looked neither sad nor happy, with the corners of his eyes slightly down, cold and moody.

But many people are secretly flustered. They were pretending at first, but now they are real.

The air seemed to be compressed and suffocated by the arrival of this man.

Ye Yu walked over and squatted down. The pale emperor looked really embarrassed. He didn't know where he had lost his hair crown. His froth was wet on his shoulders. His face was pale and transparent, except for the corners of his eyes. It's so pitiful to be forced to blush by tears.

She didn't look at Ye Yu.

Ye Yu raised his hand and used his thumb to wipe off the drops of water that were about to drop from Yan Ran's eyelashes.

He stood up and stared at Yan Ran silently.

Although it was a hot summer day, but now she was wet all over, and the wind was still a bit chilly. Yan Ran's face was pale, her lips were bloodless, and her figure was thin and small, incredibly fragile.

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The young emperor's body was weak, and after falling into the river, he developed a high fever that night. The fever was so severe that even the imperial physician was helpless.

The imperial physician sighed, as if lamenting the tragic and rough fate of the young emperor.

"Everything depends on the emperor's persistence. If he wakes up tomorrow, nothing will happen. If he doesn't wake up..."

The doctor did not dare to say what happened next.

Outside the hall, a group of people were kneeling.

Ye Yu sat on the high seat, with a cold expression on his face, no emotion at all, exuding a compelling aura all over his body.

This makes those people want to lower their heads into the hole.

"Do not say?"

The faint two words exploded in the ears of those people like thunder, their faces were dead pale, and their legs were trembling uncomfortably.

Don't they all say that the emperor is just a puppet?
If it is true, then why did the regent make such a big fuss?

A puppet, when it dies it dies.

Ye Yu is impatient and doesn't know how to cherish an opportunity, so don't blame him for being cruel.

He raised his hand, and the cold-faced guards on both sides dragged out the maids and eunuchs who had already softened into mud.

"My lord! My lord, please spare me!"

"Forgive me..."

Before he even uttered a few words of begging for help, his mouth was covered and he couldn't utter a single word.

Ye Yu: "Cut it off."

His tone obviously didn't have any evil spirit, but it just made him feel like the hairs on his back stood on end.

After Ye Yu settled the matter, he got up and walked into the hall, lifting up the white gauze embroidered with strips of gold silk.

He stood beside the dragon's couch with a long life.

Lowering his head, his deep eyes seemed to be looking at something.

Things don't look too good for the young emperor now.

Her lips were very pale, but her cheeks had a sickly blush, like a ripe pomegranate.

Thin, weak, pathetic.

The young emperor looked so miserable.

Ye Yu frowned slightly.

He didn't want to see the other party in such pain. If he really died, he hoped that the other party would die in a relatively easy way.

A palm grabbed the young emperor's slender and perfect neck like a swan without warning, his five fingers were closed, and the veins on the back of his broad hand were ligatured, and he tightened his fingers.

The air gradually decreased, and the other party's face became redder, and his brows were wrinkled, revealing a look of pain.

Ye Yu's nerves trembled, and he let go subconsciously.

Yan Ran was really like a puppet, the moment the man let go, her head also dropped to the side, the suffocating red tide had faded, her face became paler, and the traces of five fingers on her neck were clearly visible.

A flower bud that looks so weak and has not had time to bloom, seems to be pressed a little harder, and the young petals will be crushed out of juice and turned into a puddle of mud.

Ye Yu just stood motionless and watched for a while, no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

The hero is a cruel and ruthless person, he has no heart!