Chapter one hundred and sixty-five The old man’s wish

Chapter one hundred and sixty The old man wishes 1
It took a long time for the rescue emperor to arrive. Looking at the usual etiquette, the emperor sat motionless on the ground. Everyone wanted to wake up the emperor, but he just fell to the ground when he touched the emperor.
Since then, the emperor has been infatuated with a jade cocoon in his hand all day.
This is the origin of this story. I have to say that I can sigh after Meng Qi understands this.
If you heard such a thing in a previous life, you would disdain to laugh and say to the person who told him about it, "You have watched too many dog blood idol dramas."
But Meng Qi, who once lost Yang Mengyi, was somewhat sympathetic to the emperor. Of course, sympathy is sympathy. On the other hand, Meng Qi also despised the emperor.
Let’s talk about his dementia first. It’s a way for him to escape from reality. It’s extremely irresponsible for himself, and I’m even more sorry for giving my life to save his butterfly demon.
Secondly, the only king of a country can say that his responsibility on his shoulders is absolutely extremely heavy. Perhaps because of his depression and dementia, this country will be in hot water.
In fact, the old king of this country has also invited many monks, especially the Godsworn then, to see this emperor’s situation, but all the monks who have seen it have come to a conclusion that this emperor is mentally dead.
It can be seen that sometimes repair and strength can’t do everything
It’s been many years since this happened, and the old king came here. After all these years, the old king is old and white.
After receiving Meng Qiyu, the Buddhist of this country personally welcomed Meng Qiying in, but the old king was disappointed after seeing Meng Qi.
Even the Godsworn then is the solution to Meng Qi, but it’s just the practice of the Godsworn, and it’s just the equivalent of the Buddhist school in this country.
The old king waved his hand and said with some disappointment, "Buddhist, take him to my son’s residence." Then he ignored whether Meng Qi was sitting in a golden dragon chair. Where is there a country?
Meng Qi met a dying old man with deep disappointment and deep sadness in his eyes, but he was just an elderly father.
Shaking his head, Meng Qi left the Buddhist.
Meng Qi didn’t speak all the way, and the Buddhist didn’t speak. He stopped in front of a house, just before the Buddhist was about to knock on the door, and said, "The king’s illness is getting worse and worse, and I’m afraid there are not many days left."
Meng Qi stopped to look at the Buddhist and didn’t know what he was going to say.
"According to intelligence, there have been several powerful captaincy stirring. If the old king dies, I’m afraid this country will be in hot water.
I have been a Buddhist in this country for decades, and now the king is almost the one I grew up watching. Although he looks older than me now, in fact, I regard him as my child and Xuaner as my grandson. "
Speaking of this, the old Buddhist turned to look at Meng Qi and said, "No one has tried this for nearly ten years. I don’t know if you can save Xuaner. I want to tell you that if you can save Xuaner, you can get anything for this country."
Take what you want? Meng Qi grinned. He did come with this thing, but he never thought that there was such a reward.
But now Meng Qi doesn’t think about these things, and he doesn’t know if he can finish it. He wants to go in and say something and do something else.
Meng Qi laughed and said, "If you want to say so, I’d like to make a request."
The old Buddhist nodded and said, "Do you have any requirements?"
Meng Qi nodded and said, "Is it feasible for me to go in alone now and not to come in for a while?"
The old Buddhist looked at Meng Qi strangely and thought for a moment and said, "This is no problem, but what are you?"
Meng Qixiao smiled and didn’t answer. He said, "Just promise and don’t ask the rest. I will do my best."
Anyway, it’s like this now. How bad can it be? Anyway, the old Buddhist nodded and stopped talking, knocked on the door and left.
Meng Qi went in, and then all the servants in it were driven out and came to the place where the emperor was alone.
At this time, the emperor is sitting on a stone bench in the back garden of this house, staring at a jade cocoon on the stone table without blinking an eye.
Meng Qi went over and sat down, took out his wine bottle gourd and a cup, poured himself a glass of wine and asked the emperor, "Why don’t you have a cup?"
The emperor didn’t seem to hear Meng Qi’s words or feel that there was such a person. He even said that there was nothing in the imperial world except this jade cocoon.
Meng Qi doesn’t mind taking a sip of his glass and saying, "I heard about your butterfly demon story. Now I have a human demon story. Do you want to hear it?"
The emperor still didn’t feel Meng Qi staring at the jade cocoon.
Meng Qi no matter whether the emperor answered himself or not, he gently took a sip of wine and told the story.
"This is a story of a snake demon and a woman." Meng Qi looked up at a deep scab in the heavenly heart, and Meng Qi seemed to feel that the wound that would never heal was bleeding again.
"That’s how they met …" Meng Qi told his Yang Mengyi story as a bystander, but his heart was full of ups and downs, which made him dream, even if he remembered it, he was willing to miss his daughter.
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