Douluo: Emperor of Light

Chapter 224

Although he only left for a few days, when Qingyang returned to Tiandou City, he found that the atmosphere here was completely different.

Compared with the panic last time, although the surrounding atmosphere is still a little tense, at least there is no sense of panic.

Qingyang packed lightly and went on the road without many people around him. Luo Ya and some people were left behind by him at the Clear Sky School to deal with the rest of the follow-up, so only the youngest Yan was with him.

There was also Tang Jiu who was brought back from provoking Wuhundian.

"Why are there so many people around the book booth today?"

Looking at the group of people in front of him, Tang Jiu couldn't help asking questions.

At this time, a man squeezed out from the crowd, holding the current affairs report of the empire tightly in his hand, his face was joyful, and at the same time, he showed strong interest.

When he snatched this paper-like news report and broke away from the crowd, the owner of the book booth, amidst the noise surrounded by the crowd, yelled loudly outside while quickly and skillfully collecting money and delivering the goods:
"There are still [-] copies of Tiandou Daily, so hurry up and buy them. Now you only need five Copper Soul Coins, and the price will increase when the stock is replenished!"

After he shouted, several passers-by curiously inserted into it, wanting to buy a copy.

To the residents of Heaven Dou City, five Copper Soul Coins are nothing at all, and it may not be worth spending one per day, but it won't have any effect if you come here once in a while.

Among them, there was a worker in overalls, who asked the people nearby: "Is there any big event today? It's rare that Tiandou Daily sells so well."

The person who was asked looked impatient, and even had a hint of disdain.

"It's a detailed report about Prince Xue Xing and the royal family. You don't know about it? All kinds of gossip are spreading in Tiandou City."

The worker smiled awkwardly. As a Tiandou resident, it would be embarrassing to not understand political and current affairs, and there is nothing in common with bragging.

Although he has been busy with work recently, he has no time to pay attention to this, but in order to follow the mainstream, he still inserts himself into the crowd, hoping to grab a daily newspaper.

Qingyang and the others saw such a scene not long after entering the city, which was why Tang Jiu was surprised.

"It seems that something special happened in Tiandou City."

Listening to the discussions of the residents of Tiandou City around him, Yan spoke speculatively.

In Wuhundian, apart from being taught by the soul master, he also has some ability to handle things and manage things, so he has his own corresponding judgment on this matter.

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at the daily newspaper alone and exclaimed:

"Prince Xue Xing assassinated Emperor Xue Ye!"

"Agitate the courtiers to launch a coup d'etat!"

"I want to usurp the throne!"

The few people watching looked at each other, and there was a sudden realization in the shock.

Such a big matter made it difficult for them to slow down for a while, but after all, they are residents of Tiandou, so the ability to watch movies and eat melons is naturally indispensable.

In other words, this kind of royal court affairs has become a kind of adjustment in their lives, and they have spare money for chatting and joking after dinner.

"It's no wonder why Tiantian Doucheng was under martial law a few days ago, and many innocent people were arrested. It turned out that Xue Xing wanted to usurp the throne. The younger brother murdered the older brother. This is really..."

One person thinks of the days before, not only what he thinks.

"More than that, besides murdering my brother, I also want to seize the throne of my nephew. This Xue Xing is really a good uncle!"

The other person said in a strange way.

Voices of amazement and amazement resounded in the street from time to time, all kinds of opinions popped up, these things seemed to become a hot topic in Tiandou City in an instant.

Therefore, many residents who have heard of it but have never seen it, are affected by this and come to buy Tiandou Daily.

Qingyang thought for a while, and saw Tang Jiu quickly plugged into the newsstand, and used some means to grab a spot and buy Tiandou Daily.

After squeezing out the crowd, he opened the daily newspaper and read it carefully, commenting from time to time.

"Xue Xing is really miserable. He was stripped of his title and demoted to a commoner, and he was not allowed to enter the royal genealogy. He will be able to bear it in the future."

Tang Jiu said gloatingly.

But suddenly, seeing Qingyang's gaze, he immediately thought of himself, and instantly lost interest.

He tossed the daily newspaper casually, and was caught by the curious Yan beside him, and then Tang Jiu followed behind Qingyang dejectedly.

It is conceivable that when he arrives at the Hall of Spirits, what awaits him is definitely not a good fruit. There seem to be very few people who dare to smash the skylight of the Hall of Spirits.

Now even Haotianzong can't protect him.

"Did Prince Xuexing fail? It seems that some interesting things have happened in Tiandou City these days."

Qingyang smiled, and led the two of them to the palace first.

Although the situation is not very clear yet, there is no doubt that Xue Xing is a loser in politics, so the winning party must be the winner.

Combined with the news of Xue Ye's assassination before, Qingyang had a premonition that the sky in Tiandou City was about to change.

In the palace, Xue Ye was lying on a big soft bed, her chest rising and falling gently.

Feeling his frail body, piercing pain came to his heart from time to time, he knew that he didn't have many days to live, and this had become an irreversible fact.

It was the first time that death came to him at such a close distance, waving at him, and the appearance of the god of death seemed to be clearly visible.

But even though his body is so fragile, even if his reason tells him to accept his fate, he still has a strong unwillingness in his heart.

I was only in my early forties, just at the right age and when my abilities were mature, why did I fall down at this time?
Seeing that the loose alliance centered on the Tiandou Empire is about to be formed, it is time to do something big, but why doesn't God allow him to do what he wants?
After compromising for such a long time, under the suppression of various schemes and exchanges, it seems that he almost forgot the passion in his heart.

Destiny, this is the impermanence of good fortune.

"Father, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing his father frowning, Xue Luochuan on the side thought that the other party wanted to express something, so he couldn't help but speak softly.

Xue Ye opened her eyes slightly, glanced at her child, didn't speak and didn't want to speak, and closed her eyes again to meditate.

Xue Luochuan opened his mouth, but finally fell silent.

For a while, the bedroom seemed to be in silence, only the sandalwood was lingering.

After being silent again for a while, Xue Ye spoke: "Since you were born, I don't seem to have paid much attention to you. Have you resented my father these years?"

Xue Luochuan was slightly taken aback, not knowing how to answer, after thinking about it, he shook his head and said: "No, I know you don't mean that, father, but occasionally I feel envious."

Envious, envious of other kids having a father?
Xue Ye exhaled lightly, suppressed all kinds of thoughts in her mind, and calmed down again.

Maybe it's because he knew that his life was not long, and when he was dying, he really thought a lot, and even family love, something that he never expected, would be brought up by his thoughts.

"Forget it, it's meaningless to say these things now, you help me up first, the guests outside have already arrived."

Xue Luochuan nodded, came to Xue Ye, and put on his usual clothes for him.

This kind of ordinary clothes is not heavy, nor is it very gorgeous. The pursuit of comfort at the beginning of the design, at this time, it relieves a lot of burden for the snowy night.

Coincidentally, at this time, there was a knock on the door.

After several inspections, Xue Qinghe and elder Li Xue came to this palace belonging to Emperor Xue Ye.

"Brother Huang."

"Second brother."

Xue Luochuan greeted, Xue Qinghe still had a standard elegant smile.

He glanced inside, and as expected, he found Emperor Xue Ye lying on the bed with a weak breath.

Suddenly, the corner of his mouth inadvertently raised a curve, and then quickly disappeared.

Xue Qinghe hastily stepped forward to Xueye's bed, with a hint of sadness in his voice: "Father, my son is not filial, so I can't accompany you by your side."

Emperor Xue Ye coughed twice, sat up slowly, and looked at his somewhat strange son.

The light in his eyes flashed again, as if all his energy was returning at this moment, he didn't say any polite words to Xue Qinghe, and said directly:
"Qinghe, the empire will be handed over to you. In a few days, I will ask Onirite to arrange the enthronement ceremony, and at the same time announce it to the world. I hope you can manage this country well."

Xue Luochuan remained silent, but listening to Xue Yehao's angry voice, he understood that this was not a good thing at all.

Father, he is squeezing that little life potential again. If this continues, he may only have a few days to live, who originally had a life of one or two years.

Xue Qinghe was slightly taken aback, the directness of Emperor Xue Ye surprised him.

But there was no hesitation, he took it directly.

"Thanks to the trust of the emperor, the empire will definitely reach a new height in my hands!"

Xue Ye nodded, and then turned his gaze to Elder Lianxue who had been quietly watching.

"Xue Luochuan, you and your brother go out for a while, I want to talk to Elder Lianxue."

The two brothers looked at each other, but they didn't refuse. For Xue Qinghe, this old guy is already a dying man, so what can he do if he meets a little request.

On the contrary, it can prevent the other party from making any troubles and causing troubles out of thin air.

So, after giving a glance to Elder Lixue, he went out with Xue Luochuan.

The door was closed, and as the footsteps got farther and farther away, there were only two people left here.

"Qinghe...should be someone from your Spirit Hall, right?"

Shi Potian's shocking words made Elder Li Xue silent.

He didn't expect that Emperor Xue Ye would have doubts about this aspect. This question cannot be admitted, even if the other party has confirmed it.

Also, Lianxue couldn't help thinking, since Xue Ye had this guess, is there something wrong with all the previous arrangements?
Subconsciously, his heart tightened. No matter how weak Xue Ye is now, he is the No.1 who has controlled the empire for more than ten years.

"Ha ha……"

Xue Ye laughed twice, and when he was about to say something, a young voice interrupted him.

"You are right, the real Xue Qinghe is dead."

A faint light flashed, and an extra figure appeared in the room.

Emperor Xue Ye's eyes were astonished, and then he showed such an expression, after a slight sigh, he didn't continue to dwell on this matter.

"This person should be the Lord of Qingyang Palace. I have heard his name for a long time, but I never thought that I would actually see him now."

After sighing, Xue Ye sat upright and said: "If I was young, no, even if I was in better health, and confirmed this news, I would definitely never die with Spirit Hall."

"Because this is not only the family relationship between father and son, but also offends the authority of an emperor, and the mistakes must be cleaned up!"

"Cough cough..."

Perhaps because she was a little excited to speak, Xue Ye couldn't help coughing again, her face flushed and then turned paler.

Especially the aura on his chest made Qingyang frown uncontrollably.

"However, there are not so many ifs."

Qingyang looked calm as usual.

Xue Ye smiled: "Yes, there are not so many ifs, so now, I want to negotiate a deal with Wuhundian."

"trade?"

Qingyang raised his eyebrows, very surprised by this.

"Yes, a deal."

Xue Ye confirmed again.

Lianxue listened to the two people's words, his eyes couldn't help showing surprise, and then turned into enlightenment.

Next, Xue Qinghe who left didn't know what was discussed here, and he didn't use his ability to eavesdrop.

Because he knew that Ting Xue would tell him all these things at some point, so there was no need to do such meaningless things.

"Brother Huang, do you remember that before you were six years old, you took me to play around in this bedroom, and there are traces of us everywhere here."

Xue Luochuan suddenly stopped, and looked at a piece of clean white stone brick with ink stains on it.

Xue Qinghe looked at the past, and immediately thought of this scene.

At that time, I was beside Xue Qinghe, watching him and his younger brother make trouble here, using the white bricks and stones as a place for graffiti.

Fortunately, this is the bedroom, if it was in the main hall, it would be no wonder if those ministers didn't scold them to death, maybe they would be severely punished.

"Yes, Second Brother, I remember that we managed to draw a satisfactory family crest at that time, but the emperor despised it as ugly and wanted to replace this white brick."

"It was you and my brother who kept begging to save this piece of graffiti. Now it seems that we were really ugly at that time."

Xue Luochuan couldn't help laughing when he saw the picture on the wall that looked like a swan but was actually a crow.

At that time, a lot of things were done for the pattern on the royal coat of arms.

"Yeah, we didn't know how to draw at that time, but seeing that our achievements were about to disappear, we suppressed our fear and begged Father, but I didn't expect that Father actually kept it."

"He has always disliked such things that damage the dignity of the royal family."

Xue Qinghe nodded, and said indifferently: "Because this is the sleeping palace, outsiders will not come here to see these things, so it is not rude."

Xue Luochuan's eyes were a little distracted: "Perhaps, who can tell what father is thinking."

Shaking his head, he continued:

"Since then, Brother Huang, you seem to be a different person, and you never played with me again."

Xue Qinghe's gaze froze suddenly, staring at Xue Luochuan who was still looking at the graffiti.

(End of this chapter)