Sixty-seven

On the way back, Yunqi kept thinking about the conversation he had just had with Lao Shiyi. He was distracted for a moment and was finally dragged back by the drunkard's shout.

He immediately opened the door and Shi De followed him.

The drunkard was running towards them desperately, shouting, "Help, help, help, help!"

Then, Yun Qi turned his gaze and saw Ling Junyan holding a sword, the sword blade sliding across the ground, making a harsh friction sound.

He stared at the drunkard so intently that he seemed to have completely ignored the two people at the door.

"You are so brave to drug me." Ling Junyan's eyes were grim and his words were full of murderous intent.

The drunkard quickly hid behind the two of them.

Ling Junyan seemed to ignore the existence of Yun Qi and Shi De. He raised his sword and pointed it at the drunkard with only his head exposed.

"Tell me! Where is the person?"

No one expected that he would be so confused.

The drunkard hurriedly asked, "Look who's in front of you?"

Following his reminder, Ling Junyan looked at Yun Qi. The moment their eyes met in the air, Ling Junyan's eyes softened instantly and he called softly, "Aye..."

Hearing this name, Yun Qi was slightly stunned, because in this world, Ling Junyan had never called him like this, which made him feel as if he was in another world.

Ling Junyan never put down his sword.

Yun Qi curled his lips and gave him a faint smile, and replied softly: "It's me."

In order not to irritate the other party, Yun Qi took slow steps and approached him. He could feel the inner tension beneath Ling Junyan's seemingly relaxed appearance.

Although I don’t know why.

At this moment, the smooth and sharp sword blade reflected that Yun Qi was trying to touch the hand of the person holding the sword.

At this time, neither Shi De nor the drunkard dared to say anything, for fear that something bad would happen.

Just when he was about to reach it, a fierce look suddenly flashed across Ling Junyan's eyes.

"It's so realistic."

These four icy words seemed to carry a gust of cold wind mixed with a blizzard, covering the entire room and causing Yun Qi's hand to freeze in mid-air.

He looked up in disbelief, only to see Ling Junyan's sword tip turn and approach him at lightning speed.

The drunkard and Shi De were both panicked for a moment.

"Hey? Hey hey hey!"

"Your Highness!"

"Don't move." Ling Junyan's voice was not loud, but the deterrent effect was enough to make the two of them no longer dare to act rashly.

He wrapped his left hand around Yunqi's right shoulder, placed the sword across his neck, and his eyes were filled with a dark emotion.

And his eyes kept looking at the person he controlled, angry and crazy.

"You're pretending to be so good, what reward do you want me to give you?"

It was called a reward, but Ling Junyan's intention was simply to ask him how he wanted to die.

Yun Qi instinctively tilted his neck back, but was still scratched a little by the sword blade. He took a few deep breaths and said calmly, "I dare not ask for a reward from Your Majesty, but I know what Your Majesty is interested in. So as long as Your Majesty wants to know, I will tell you everything I know."

Ling Junyan leaned close to his ear when he heard this.

"Just you?"

"Your Majesty, don't you believe it?"

"That's right, he knows a lot. It's not too late to kill him after asking him." The drunkard quickly agreed.

Yun Qi was speechless. If he could move now, he would have grabbed his collar and asked him what he meant.

Even after asking, you can't kill him.

Fortunately, these words finally piqued Ling Junyan's interest. The corners of his mouth gradually stretched into a playful arc, "Okay, well said. I might consider rewarding you with an intact corpse."

“…Thank you, Your Majesty.”

"You two, get out of here." Ling Junyan said lightly, helping the two people who were at a loss at the door to find some direction.

So the drunkard calmly pulled Shi De, but Shi De was too worried to let go. He watched helplessly as the emperor couldn't recognize him and attacked Yun Qi with swords and spears. But he could do nothing and finally walked out of the house, looking back every few steps.

Outside the house, the drunk man felt something was wrong and asked Shi De: "No, why is there a sword in this room? I didn't even notice it. I said something was wrong with him, so how dare he leave a sharp weapon here?"

Shi De said, "I have no idea where or what is placed in this palace. Besides, I personally checked before and found nothing."

"That goes without saying. You just didn't check carefully enough."

When the hat was put on, Shi De wanted to say something, but then pursed his lips. After all, things had already happened and he was speechless.

And they both knew that they could only rely on Yunqi for this matter.

Inside the house, the rope that had been used to untie Ling Junyan but had not been taken away in time came in handy.

Yunqi sat on the edge of the bed with his hands behind his back, watching Ling Junyan light the oil lamps in the room one by one.

After lighting the last candle, he gently blew it out and threw it aside.

Yun Qi didn't know what he meant by this. Besides, it was already late at night and the lights were so bright that it would be difficult not to attract attention.

However, Yun Qi thought clearly that as long as Ling Junyan was still rational and had not reached the point of wanton killing, such abnormal behavior could be ignored for the time being.

At most, you can respond to each move and act accordingly.

At this time, Ling Junyan finished everything, turned around and walked slowly towards him.

Yun Qi fixed his eyes on him and swallowed unconsciously. He was not afraid of Ling Junyan, but the half-amnesiac Ling Junyan was different after all.

When Ling Junyan came up to him, he did not question him fiercely, nor did he threaten him with his sword.

He sat down next to Yun Qi and said, "Tell me."

Judging from his tone, if Yun Qi hadn't known what was happening in advance, no one else would have noticed that something was wrong with him.

"What does Your Majesty want me to say first?"

Ling Junyan looked at him and reached out to touch his face. "For example, why do you know Ah Ye?"

“…”

Let's fool around for a bit...

"If I say I saw it in a dream, would Your Majesty believe me?"

Ling Junyan raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a bit of surprise, "In a dream?"

"right."

Ling Junyan chuckled softly, and his fingertips slid downwards, brushing against the scar on Yun Qi's neck, leaving a trace of blood on them. "If you said someone else told you, you might be dead by now."

It seems that I guessed right.

Yunqi's tense nerves relaxed a little, and he tried not to speak actively to avoid saying anything harmful.

Then he heard Ling Junyan say, "Because I also met him in a dream."

As he spoke, he lowered his hand and fell into a recollection of his dream. "In the dream, he was standing on a place called a podium. The person next to him introduced his name. I remember it. I was watching him from the sidelines. He was truly dazzling at that time. Compared to him, the imperial power and status were nothing more than stars under the scorching sun, faint as fireflies, not worth mentioning."

Yun Qi was stunned. Wasn't his description the real world? He had indeed been on the podium, but he remembered that he had not told Ling Junyan about it. Even if he was there at the time, why didn't Ling Junyan tell him about it after he remembered it?

Whether in Yunqi's own memory or from Ling Junyan's reaction that day, they were strangers who had never met in the real world.

So what is going on here?

Yunqi suddenly had a ridiculous guess.

Could it be that this "Aye" is not myself at all?

No, no...

Ling Junyan said that he "pretended" to be the same person, which means that the person in his dream looks like himself. There can't be two people in the world who have the same appearance and the same name. This is too ridiculous.

Yunqi was so absorbed in his thoughts that he forgot for a moment that he was in danger.

Yun Qi felt someone suddenly pinching his neck, and all his thoughts came back to him instantly, but the other person's hand was very strong, and Yun Qi, with his hands tied, was unable to escape from his palm at all.

I only heard the other party say viciously: "He is so dazzling, how could he be like you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Junyan stared at Yun Qi's face, which had turned purple from being suffocated. For some reason, his heart ached. It was unbearable, so he shook his hand and stood up.

Yun Qi fell directly onto the bed and began coughing violently. The pain from his wounds broke out in a cold sweat. Gradually, blood seeped through the fabric of his back, which became particularly obvious without the cover of his cloak. Yun Qi lay weakly on his side. When his vision finally cleared, he stared into Ling Junyan's eyes, trying to see when he would wake up.

Such a sharp gaze seemed to penetrate Ling Junyan's heart in an instant, and then it began to beat violently. Then, Ling Junyan's attention was attracted by the bright red color on Yun Qi's back.

The red color seemed to be a key that opened the lock deep in Ling Junyan's memory. He stared at it in disbelief, and soon took several steps back as if he had been shocked.

The next moment, he raised his hand tremblingly, facing Yunqi, and a tear ran down his face.

"seven…"