No matter how unwilling Wu Shiren was, he didn't dare not listen to Ling Feng's words. After all, he is the emperor, and he, Wu Shiren, is just a small eunuch.

No matter how great the power is, he is just a slave in front of Ling Feng, how can there be a slave who does not listen to his master.

No matter how much unconvinced he was in his heart, Wu Shiren still had to pretend to be very natural, smiling, and according to the emperor's will, he announced the holy decree to the world.

"Wu Shiren, go and tell the world as soon as possible, celebrate with the whole world, and let everyone in the world be happy that the princess has recovered." Ling Feng said to Wu Shiren a little overjoyed.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, the servant will go and pass the decree, so that everyone in the world will cheer for Your Majesty's grand event, and also be happy for Her Royal Highness the Princess." Wu Shiren said with a reluctant smile a little wrong.

There was still a breeze blowing outside the window, but this wind was a little different from before, it didn't blow the fragrance of flowers, but it was a little unwilling.

"Dada" ...... From the hallway came the sound of walking, muffled and hurried.

Although Wu Shiren held the holy decree in his hand, he didn't care about it at all, if it weren't for it, he would have succeeded long ago. Wu Shiren couldn't help but keep thinking about it in his heart, but the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Finally, he couldn't help the grievance and unwillingness in his heart, and as soon as his head was hot, he threw the holy decree into the flower bed in the courtyard, and kept chanting it in his mouth.

"Bastard, don't think that this holy decree can save you, as long as you are still in this palace for a day, still under my nose, I don't want to soar, I want you to be a slave here forever, and the lowest person for the rest of your life. Hum! ”

Time can dilute everything, including the emotions of the person, whether he is a man or a woman, a good person or a bad person, or something else.

In this way, under the influence of the fragrance of flowers and the blowing of the breeze, Wu Shiren's mind gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he twisted his bloated body and turned to run towards the flower bed.

I guess I think I remembered that I had lost the holy decree.

The flower beds are not far from the corridor, and they are only a dozen steps away. But Wu Shiren walked extremely hard, not only because his fat body dragged him down, but also because he usually did too little work, and his physical strength was really not good, so that he was about to become a pig.

Although everyone knows this fact, no one said it, not only did not dare, but also disdainfully. People like him, if they don't become the laughing stock of everyone, they are a little sorry for his identity and behavior.

Wu Shiren finally got the holy decree that he had thrown away, but at this time he was out of breath and sweating.

If someone is present, it will be very relieved to see his embarrassed appearance. It's a pity that there is no one else but him.

Wu Shiren probably also noticed this, and couldn't help but sigh and said: "It seems that I really should exercise, it's only a few steps to become like this, if I take a few more steps, won't I go to Yin Si with my life." As he spoke, he shuddered a few times from time to time, probably not daring to continue thinking about it, after all, the more he thought about it, the more scared he became.

As he spoke, he struggled to his feet while holding on to the edge of the flower bed, supporting the wall all the way and staggering all the way down the corridor.

Although the voice gradually blurred, the fat figure was still as clear as in front of him, and it was still too fat.

Inside the imperial city, outside the city walls, there was a scene of laughter and laughter, and everyone participated in this grand ceremony. They are not only happy for Qingyao's improvement, but also happy for themselves and their families.

Li Yiyang, naturally, is also a little happier, after all, he finally escaped this catastrophe.

Maybe it was because of the joy of escaping death, he couldn't hold back his excitement. He couldn't wait to see her right away.

So, he turned and ran, to the pomegranate tree, to the man in his dreams.

His steps were light and fast, like the wind and fast as the wind.

At this time, under the pomegranate flowers, the woman was still standing there, holding an oil-paper umbrella, motionless, like a puppet. And the fiery red dress also makes this pomegranate flower more delicate.

They will still meet under this flower, but everything is not the same as before.

He managed to escape a trap and survive. But I don't know that this deceitful palace is like a pool of seawater, the surface is calm and traceless, but the actual seabed is secretly turbulent and full of dangers.

He didn't know that everything he was hoping for would turn out to be different, and he didn't know that he was invisibly moving towards another conspiracy that had been orchestrated for him.

A wave has not settled, and another wave has risen.

A fate, a catastrophe.