However, the dream did not stop and the scene changed again.
Murong Yan was carried back with wounds all over his body. His lips were black, his eyes were dark, and he was dying.
He held Fu Yi's hand tightly and spoke intermittently: "I will go with Ah Xu. For me and Ah Xu, please protect this country and the territory of Yanyang Kingdom. Don't let the traitors covet this country—"
Ye Wanqing hurried over to check on his injuries, only to see him struggling to pull out a letter from his bosom, saying with difficulty: "When I return to the capital, I will divorce my wife and tell Miss Xu that I'm sorry. Let her find a good family again..."
That was the divorce letter, given to Xu Wanrong.
Fu Yi put the letter away, held his hand, and said anxiously, "Murong Yan, Murong Yan, hold on a little longer. I promised Xu'er that I would save you and protect your life. Just hold on a little longer. I have invited the best doctor in the southern region. Senior Yan Lin is already on the way, Murong Yan!"
"No, I want to go see Ah Xu..." Murong Yan suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his hands dropped down.
Ye Wanqing felt a pang of pain in her heart as she watched. Chen Xu was dead, and Murong Yan was also dead.
In the dream, the Crown Prince married Xu Wanrong, but he was so gentle and kind. Knowing that his time was up, he set her free with a letter of divorce.
Fu Yi's tears kept dripping from the obsidian. He looked up to the sky and roared, "Murong Yao, I will tear you into pieces!"
The voice echoed throughout the entire hall, and he slowly took off the mask on his face, revealing a face that was 90% similar to Shen Xu. Except for the lack of dimples, everything else was exactly the same as Shen Xu.
His eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Xu'er, Murong Yan, don't worry, big brother will definitely avenge you!"
He called Mu Yunjin and ordered in a low voice: "Go back and tell mother that from now on, the young master Fu of the southern border is dead. I am the prince of the marquisate, Shen Xu."
Ye Wanqing covered her mouth in surprise. It turned out that this was what Fu Yi's face looked like under the mask.
Although she knew it was a dream, she still felt that the plot of the dream was very bizarre.
Afterwards, in the dream, Ye Wanqing attended the prince's funeral as a nobleman. She and Liu Qingqian supported Xu Wanrong on both sides, comforting the crying Xu Wanrong.
"Madam, the prince went to the southern border and said that the eldest son of the Fu family in the southern border was attacked and killed. Marquis Shen and the prince are taking care of the funeral and have no time to return to the capital to attend the prince's funeral." The attendant beside her lowered his head and reported the matter to her.
"Madam, Madam Jiang has been murdered." Another attendant hurriedly came over to report: "Do you want to report it?"
But she sneered in her dream and said coldly, "She's just a lowly maid. She's dead, so let's find a piece of land to bury her."
Ye Wanqing took a breath of cold air. How could she be so cold and heartless?
She hurried to A Rao's residence, only to see A Rao lying on the ground covered in blood, with a big hole in his chest, and a red tasseled spear tassel tightly grasped in his hand.
A Rao was hastily wrapped in a bamboo mat by the servants and buried in the back garden of the marquis's mansion.
A concubine of a marquis's mansion, a loyal personal bodyguard, in the end, she didn't even have a decent funeral...
Ye Wanqing watched helplessly as the servants covered the mat with mud. She wanted to cry and call A Rao's name, but she could do nothing and say nothing.
I was heartbroken by the extremely cold-hearted self in my dream.
As time went by, Murong Yao successfully seized the throne. Wearing a dragon robe, he was surrounded by officials from the Liu family and prepared to ascend the throne as emperor.
Beside him stood a woman wearing a phoenix crown and a phoenix robe.
Ye Wanqing had never seen this person before, but she thought she was stunningly beautiful, with a dignified temperament, and indeed had the appearance of a mother of the country.
Ye Xueruo followed behind them and should be a noble concubine.
But Fu Yi was seen standing alone on the white marble steps of the Taimiao with a sword in hand, his face expression indifferent.
He shouted to the guard of honor, "Murong Yao."
Everyone turned around, and Ye Qingshan, who was standing next to Murong Yao, said sternly, "How dare you! Today, His Majesty ascends the throne, and Prince Shen dares to bring a sword into the Imperial Ancestral Temple? Are you from the Southern Territory planning a rebellion?"
"Oh? A man who killed his father and brother is worthy of ruling the country of Yanyang?" Fu Yi had a cold expression on his face. He walked up the stone steps step by step with his sword in hand. The tip of the sword made a tinkling sound on the steps, which was heart-wrenching as he walked.
Murong Yao didn't say anything more and sneered, "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit."
A dozen guards armed with swords drew their swords and rushed towards Fu Yi.
But Fu Yi didn't even blink, and a burst of cold light danced, and more than a dozen people fell to the ground in an instant.
"Prince Shen, it's well known that you don't know martial arts, but I didn't expect you to hide it so well!" Ye Qingshan snorted coldly, then shouted, "Fan'er!"
The young general was wearing a silver helmet with a red tassel and his silver armor sparkled in the sun. He pushed through the crowd with his gun in hand and slowly walked down the white marble steps.
Clang... the sound of the gun handle hitting the ground. Ye Fan stood ten steps away from Fu Yi with the gun in his hand. There was a tassel missing from the gun head.
It turns out that the person who killed A Rao was him!
But Fu Yi didn't say anything more. He held the sword in both hands and started fighting with Ye Fan. His martial arts were so domineering that Ye Fan was forced to retreat step by step.
Seeing that his son was at a disadvantage, Ye Qingshan quickly took his gun and went into battle. The two of them attacked Fu Yi from the left and right, cooperating with each other tacitly and fighting back and forth with him.
Fu Yi brandished his giant sword to resist, but in the end, two fists were no match for four hands and he was slightly at a disadvantage.
At this moment, Mu Yunjin rushed forward with a long-handled double-edged axe in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Master, take the axe."
The strong hand firmly grasped the double-edged axe and turned it with his wrist.
Ye Wanqing didn't even see how Fu Yi made his move. She only saw a bloody and sticky rain falling from the sky. The cold light was as fleeting as a flash of light in the blood rain.
When he looked closely, Fu Yi was already standing in the sunlight. He stood upright, holding an axe in one hand. The dazzling light left a dark silhouette on his body.
He suddenly turned around, his phoenix eyes filled with murderous intent flashing with a burning red light, and with the dark silhouette, he looked like the devil coming.
He slowly turned around, holding a human head in his other hand.
Silver helmet with red tassel.
Bang! A gun fell to the ground, and the kneeling man in silver armor was found to have lost his head. The spurting blood turned into rain, and the raindrops fell on the stone steps around him.
Ye Wanqing widened her eyes in horror. Even though she knew it was a dream, she still couldn't accept that her brother Ye Fan had been beheaded by Shen Xu's eldest brother and killed in front of the Taimiao.
At this moment, she felt heartbroken, but still couldn't cry out at all. She could only let herself kneel down on the ground powerlessly. She wanted to touch Ye Fan's body, but her hand passed through his body.
She does not belong to this world, but she is sad and desperate about this world.
We are powerless and can only watch tragedies unfold one after another.
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