Quick Transmigration Live Broadcast: The Villain Boss is the Female Emperor!

"Yan Qi... Yan Qi..." An old voice came from his ear, with a deep grief.

Yan Changgui opened his eyes with great effort, and slowly and clearly several people appeared in the line of sight, one by one with familiar faces, with worry on their faces.

There is also a monk who has no hair and wears a cassock.

... a monk?

Isn't that the bald donkey who often deceives little girls?

Why is he in Yan's house?

Yan Changgui wanted to speak, but found that his throat was very dry, and it was difficult for him to speak hoarsely.

"Master Yan, please come with the poor monk." The monk said, "The seventh son has just woken up and his body is still very weak, so the poor monk prescribed a prescription.

You ordered the servants to find the contents of the recipe and boil a bowl of hot medicine for the seventh son to drink..."

"How long does it take Yan Qi to drink before he gets better?"

"Once in the morning and evening, for about a month."

The voices of the monk and Master Yan gradually faded away.

"Xiao Qi, are you feeling better?" Yan Laowu brought a glass of water for Yan Changgui to drink.

"Xiao Qi, you scared your brothers to death." Yan Laoliu pouted and said, "A few of them deliberately let you out of the house, but they were all punished severely by Dad."

"Xiao Qi." Yan Laosan's face was particularly serious, and he said: "Yun Nishang has already entered the palace as an imperial concubine, don't worry about her anymore, wait for your health to get better, and honestly marry a wife and have children at home..."

"What year is it now?" Yan Changgui lowered his head, making it impossible to see the look in his eyes.

Yan Lao Liudao said: "In 732 of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it has been almost a year since Yun Nishang entered the palace. Xiao Qi, you and her are inseparable after all, let's put it down earlier."

Yan Changgui squeezed the cup in his hand, and the look in his eyes was dark and dark.

lay down?

easier said than done.

He went to great lengths to go back a thousand years ago, just for her.

Death will not let go.

He will go even if there is hell ahead.

"I want to take a break." Yan Changgui said in a low voice.

Several brothers glanced at each other and said with interest: "Then we're leaving, you have a good rest."

Before Mr. Yan left, he poured chicken soup for the soul: "There are so many good women in the world. With your fame, why can't you marry a better and virtuous wife."

"Big brother, but no one is as beautiful as Yun Nishang." Yan Laoliu, who was pulled away, retorted.

Yan Laowu gave Lao Liu a little: "Also said it!"

After a while.

Silence returned to the house.

Yan Changgui got out of bed and put on his shoes, walked to the wall, removed the dark brick and took out a box.

He went to the desk, put the box on the table, and reached out to open it.

There are some things in the box.

There was a small tooth in the glass bottle, which he secretly hid, and took it home and put it in a glass bottle as a souvenir.

A piece of silk handkerchief embroidered with the word "Neon Clothes", which he asked for after the lantern festival was settled.

He gave her a concentric pendant, and he took her silk handkerchief away.

At the bottom of the box were some sheets of paper that he taught her to draw, and he put them away one by one.

now,

She is a noble concubine.

He is a son of a noble family.

The difference between clouds and mud.

If it goes on like this, she will only reproduce his blood-filled dream, and will be criticized by the world. Not only will she fall into the notoriety of the evil concubine of the country, but she will also die tragically under the arrows of the rebels.

He will not allow this to happen!

Yan Changgui put the box back in its original place, walked to the open window, and looked outside with a heavy expression.

Yan Laosan and Yan Lao Si are officials in Kyoto, and Yan Lao Er also does business in Kyoto.

He was going to Kyoto immediately and quickly entered the imperial court as an official.