Chapter 39 Resurrection

The girl was suddenly forced to look back. She was stunned for a moment and had to raise her misty eyes to look at the person in front of her.

Since she returned to Ye Wanwan's body, the girl finally felt the heat of summer. The silk clothes were a little sticky against her skin. Looking at the spirited emperor close to her, a surge of heat surged from her heart.

"Your Majesty, are you not surprised to see me suddenly awake?" Ye Wanwan changed the subject. Since Qi Youan saw her, he has been sticking to her like a vine around a tree, and he didn't ask anything, which made Ye Wanwan feel a little strange.

Qi Youan smiled meaningfully when he heard this, and his black dragon robe swept across the brocade quilt, and suddenly he took the person into his arms. Ye Wanwan cried softly, and was already sitting on the emperor's lap, and was forced to lower his head and look into his eyes.

"I know, Wanwan will definitely come back to me. We want to be together forever, right?" Before she finished speaking, her slender waist was suddenly tightened, and her apricot spring shirt stuck to the dragon-patterned brocade robe, which startled Ye Wanwan so much that she hurriedly supported the other's shoulders.

Now that Qi Youan was the emperor, she didn't dare to resist and could only put her hands on his shoulders and gently apply force to keep a distance. Hearing Qi Youan's slightly smiling question, she could only curl her lips and smile stiffly: "Uh... Your Majesty is right."

But she still felt something was wrong in her heart.

"Oh, Wanwan, how many times do you want me to say this?" Qi Youan suddenly buried his face in her neck, with a childish tone, "Call me Ah You, call me Ah You~"

Ye Wanwan was touched by his cuteness, and couldn't help laughing out loud. Her tense body also relaxed, and she coaxed like a child: "Okay, Ah You."

Qi Youan felt as if he was immersed in a honey pot at this moment, so sweet that he was at a loss, and so happy that he couldn't think. With a strong force, Ye Wanwan was thrown down on the bed. The girl's long black hair that reached her hips was spread on the bed like a blanket, which startled Ye Wanwan's eyes and ripples again: "Ah You..."

"Wanwan, I'm sleepy..." The emperor's cheeks flushed, his ears were red as if they were dripping blood, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his words contained burning hints.

"Ayou has been busy all day, why don't you... wash your face and change your clothes first." She twisted her belt with her slender fingers and spoke softly, "Wait until this cat is driven away... before you can go to bed." The last two words were almost inaudible, but Qi Youan said: "Just follow Wanwan's orders."

The girl realized the hidden meaning in his words and was so flustered that her lips and tongue became numb. She stammered, "I... I'm not sleepy yet..."

The person on her body instantly turned cold when he heard the words, and her resentful eyes were like those of an abandoned woman in the boudoir. Just as she was racking her brains to find a way to get rid of it, she suddenly heard a cat calling softly in the corner.

"Ayou has been busy all day, why don't you wash your face and change your clothes first. Wait until the cat is driven away first, then it will be convenient... to go to bed." At the end, Ye Wanwan turned her face away shyly and dared not look at him. Qi Youan's face suddenly brightened when he heard the last two words and loosened his grip on her. Huanxi said, "Okay, I'll listen to Wanwan."

Then he stood up and called the maid to bring the basin. Qi Youan walked to the clothes rack and prepared to take off his heavy black robe. He didn't like others to get close to him. In the past, he took off his clothes by himself. Now... The emperor looked back at the girl in thin clothes who was sitting on the bed and trying to stand up, and coughed lightly.

Ye Wanwan looked up and saw Qi Youan standing in front of her with his arms wide open. The dragon-patterned jade pendant on his belt was shining brightly in the candlelight.

The girl understood, chuckled and said embarrassedly, "I feel my legs are numb..."

"It's okay." Qi You half-knelt on the ground, level with the person on the bed. Seeing that the usually cold and ruthless emperor was now like a child, the two maids who placed the basin in the bedroom were shocked to see each other, and then picked up the civet cat in the corner and hurriedly retreated.

Ye Wanwan's delicate hands helped the emperor take off his complicated court clothes layer by layer. When she took off the last layer of nightgown, she shrank her hands as if she had been electrocuted, with a shy look on her face.

Seeing Ye Wanwan withdraw her hands, Qi Youan laughed softly, and tore open his clothes by himself, revealing his strong body. Under the candlelight, his muscles were clearly visible, which surprised the girl's throat.

I didn't expect that he looked thin, but his figure was so charming. This man was completely teasing.

Seeing the girl's helpless expression, Qi Youan smiled with satisfaction, and then lifted the quilt and got in neatly.

Ye Wanwan retreated to the corner of the bed in surprise, but was pulled back to him by the emperor's ankle.

He gently kissed the girl's delicate cheek, and then stared at her red lips and kissed her. Ye Wanwan widened her eyes and felt the warmth on her lips. As her pearly teeth opened slightly, the ambergris had already invaded her mouth and tongue, entangled with ambiguous water sounds, echoing in the silent bedroom.

The girl wanted to push him away, but her hands were powerless. Her hands gradually lost their strength. The emperor's eyelashes scratched her face and made her feel itchy. She was forced to immerse herself in this kiss.

After a long time, Qi Youan slowly withdrew his lips, pulled out the crystal silk thread, and stared at the girl with red cheeks.

When the thin lips moved to her neck and the slender fingers reached her skirt, she suddenly woke up.

Ye Wanwan subconsciously pushed the man who wanted to take the next step away. Qi Youan's eyes were still filled with emotions, staring at her in a daze.

"Your Majesty... Ayou, please forgive me, I... I can't move my legs." Ye Wanwan told the truth. She did feel numb in her legs.

"How could this be!" Qi Youan's face suddenly changed, and he immediately called the imperial physician.

The imperial physician on duty heard that the emperor urgently summoned him in the middle of the night, thinking that the dragon's body was unwell, and hurriedly came with a medicine bag. When he arrived at the bedroom, he saw the emperor standing solemnly like a pine tree, and a graceful figure was vaguely visible behind the gauze curtain of the dragon bed.

The imperial physician was shocked. His Majesty had never been close to women. There was only one queen in the palace... Who was the beauty on the bed?

He obediently carried the medicine box to the bedside and heard the woman inside whispering, "Doctor, I have been sleeping for a long time. When I woke up, I felt numbness in my legs and couldn't move. What's going on?"

"Miss, can you let me take a look at your calves?" When the imperial physician asked for instructions, he suddenly felt a chill on his spine. The emperor's eyes were like a blade hanging overhead, and he couldn't help but sweat.

The white hand gently lifted the gauze curtain, revealing a section of jade legs that were as white as frost and snow. The imperial physician looked at her with trembling eyes, then quickly retracted his gaze and reported to the emperor: "Your Majesty, the girl has been lying in bed for a long time and her blood is stagnant. It's not a big deal. Just massage and walk around every day, and she will recover in time."

After the palace servants left, Qi Youan stepped forward quickly and gently stroked the quilt on her knees with his palm: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"According to the imperial physician, I should be fine. It's okay." Ye Wanwan comforted him and comforted herself at the same time.

Qi Youan pondered for a moment, then took off his robe and continued to expose his upper body. Ye Wanwan thought that he had enough blood and qi to continue what he had just done, but who knew that the emperor just hugged her and lay down, without any other movements.

"It's late at night, Wanwan, go to sleep quickly. Tomorrow I will have someone build a wheelchair for you to move around." A gentle soothing voice came from above her head. Ye Wanwan felt the hot body hugging her tightly beside her, and she fell asleep peacefully.

...

Is this a dream? Ye Wanwan looked around and found that she had returned to her palace. She looked again and found herself lying on the ground with black blood oozing from the corner of her mouth. A man dressed as a eunuch was looking at her miserable appearance with pride.

She was back to the time when the poison took effect! Ye Wanwan was furious and rushed forward to tear the eunuch apart, but her bare hands passed through the shadow. In a blink of an eye, she was at the mass grave. When her body was rolled up by the straw mat, only Yun Ting's suppressed sobs echoed in the night owls of the mass grave.

After all, I am a palace concubine. I was left exposed in the wilderness after my death, Ye Wanwan complained secretly.

Suddenly, the scene shifted, and in a blink of an eye, her body was lying in an unfamiliar room. It looked like someone's mansion. If you look closely, it looks a bit like the general's mansion.

There was a man sitting next to her body, wiping the dust off her. It was Qi Youan. It seemed that he had brought his own body out.

The young man was still wearing armor, tears silently flowing down, his eyes were red and swollen, and he sat beside her mechanically, wiping her pale cheeks with trembling fingertips, tears falling like beads.

"I'm sorry..." Qi Youan murmured to himself. Seeing the young man's grief and sadness, Ye Wanwan was inexplicably depressed.

In a blink of an eye, the young man's eyes turned from dim to sharp: "Wanwan, I will definitely avenge you."

The scene changed again, and the new emperor was already in the court. At this time, Qi Youan had put on the dragon robe. He sat on the imperial chair with his legs crossed, looking coldly at the person kneeling on the ground begging for mercy. Ye Wanwan saw clearly that the person was the one who poisoned her that day.

"Since she killed my sister, of course I have to let her pay for her life." The man was about to die, so he simply broke the jar and showed his evil face.

Sister? Ye Wanwan looked at the man and felt that he looked familiar. Thinking about it again, he looked like an old friend - Concubine He! Could he be Concubine He's brother! The contact guard who was going to take them out of the palace that day!

Ye Wanwan suddenly realized that he didn't dare to kill the late emperor, so he could only vent his anger on himself and let her pay for her sister's life.

"Come on, give him the medicine." Qi Youan gave an order, and the man was fed a big mouthful of poison. After drinking it, he was grimacing in pain, twisting on the ground like an earthworm, gritting his teeth and seemed to be in great pain.

"This medicine will not let you die immediately, but will slowly torture you every moment." Qi Youan was like a demon at this moment, but Ye Wanwan liked him like this.

"Your Majesty, the country cannot be without an empress for a day." A minister in the court proposed the selection of concubines, but the emperor opened his thin lips and said naturally: "I already have a queen."

Ye Wanwan had just woken up at that time and did not hear the words of the terrified palace maid clearly. Only then did she realize that she called herself the Queen Mother at that time. It turned out that Qi Youan made her the queen. It seems that she should call herself a concubine.

When everyone knew that the new emperor's queen was actually the deceased concubine of the previous emperor, they were shocked. Rumors spread that Qi Youan was possessed by evil spirits, but his good governance of the country could not help but make people admire him.

Qi Youan ignored the rumors and instead searched for famous doctors, claiming that as long as he could bring people back to life, he would guarantee their wealth and glory for a lifetime. For a time, many "famous doctors" recommended themselves, but it was of no avail.

Until one day, an old Taoist priest in simple clothes came and claimed that he had a cure.