In the imperial palace of Jinling Imperial City, Qi Zhen, with pale lips, was sleeping on the dragon couch.

Queen Qi Zhen's mother looked at her son's seriously injured appearance, and the anxiety on her brows could not be dissipated.

"So much time has passed since Zhen'er fell in front of the palace steps, but he has never woken up. Please tell me honestly, how sure are you that Zhen'er can be saved and wakes up?" Qi

Empress Zhen's mother took care of the seriously injured Qi Zhen, looking after him day and night without taking off his clothes. His face was extremely pale, and now he was just holding on.

The imperial doctor secretly looked at his master's expression. He sighed in his heart and replied: "Your Majesty's injuries are really too serious. The flesh and blood at the heart are so hot that they are dripping with blood. It is a miracle that he can save his life. I am incompetent and have no confidence."

, We can only give it a try and do our best to obey fate..."

Do your best and obey destiny?

What is the difference between this and asking Qi Zhen to wait for death?

Qi Zhen's mother's eyes were locked on Qi Zhen's face, and her frown was full of worry.

Qi Zhen, who was unconscious on the dragon bed, was deeply conscious, with no blood on his face, but his lips were trembling slightly.

Ever since Qi Zhen passed out, he was like a living dead without any movement. This was the first time Qi Zhen's mother reacted to him when she saw him.

Seeing his lips trembling, Queen Qi Zhen's mother's face showed joy, and she immediately lowered her head to listen to the words trembling on his lips.

Qi Zhen's consciousness was drowsy, and his voice was extremely low, weak, and extremely ethereal.

But Queen Qi Zhen still vaguely heard what he was shouting from his mouth.

He only called a few times and then became silent again.

Queen Qi Zhen's face turned gloomy again.

She looked at her son's pale face, and when she thought about the faint call she had just heard from his mouth, she felt really complicated emotions in her heart.

Just now, Qi Zhen, he was calling a name.

That name is the maiden name of the second girl of the Shen family.

Qi Zhen's mother had mixed emotions in her heart. She never expected that Qi Zhen would break into the fire for the sake of Miss Shen Er and be injured like this. She felt guilty and regretful, blaming herself for not setting up a trap.

Set fire to Guanyue Tower.

The look in her eyes changed several times, a sigh escaped from her throat, she opened her lips and commanded, "Pass the message and post Miss Shen Er's portrait everywhere in the capital. Whoever finds her will be rewarded with thousands of taels of gold."

Qi Zhen was seriously injured, like a living dead, but he only called the girl from the Shen family by her first and last name. Qi Zhen's mother didn't understand before, but now she understands.

No matter how tough her son used to be, or how ruthless his face was, he still missed Miss Shen from the bottom of his heart.

At present, Qi Zhen's mother has no way to ensure that Qi Zhen wakes up, so she can only take a gamble that if she finds Shen Linglong, she can wake up Qi Zhen.

However, as soon as the queen's words came out, the servants below were very puzzled.

Most of the people here were servants of the Imperial Palace, and they all thought that Shen Linglong had long been buried in the Guanyue Tower fire.

"But, wasn't Miss Shen Er burned to death in the fire? Now that the body is still in the side hall of the royal palace, how can we find her?" the servant asked in confusion.

Qi Zhen's mother never looked away from Qi Zhen. She listened to the servant's puzzled questions and did not say much to explain. She just scolded in a cold voice: "Just do as you are told. There is no need to ask any more questions."

The slave below heard his master's words, bowed his head in response, and resigned.

Empress Qi Zhen pinched her brows tiredly, waved her hands and said, "You all should step aside. I can take care of Zhen'er alone."

The imperial doctor and the other servants withdrew in response, and Queen Qi Zhen sat alone by the dragon couch and looked at him.

She asked herself that she had been frank throughout her life, never suffered from herself, got what she wanted, and cared when she cared. She had never been secretive, and she would never do such stupid things as hiding something even though she clearly liked it. How could she have done it?

This son was born with such a self-suffering temperament that he didn't even dare to express his love for him.

He has been a prince since he was a child. What has he thought about and not achieved?

Now, his father's life and death in Yangzhou are uncertain. He has the power of the world and can obviously do whatever he wants. Why, he dare not reveal his love for a certain girl in front of others.

What is he afraid of?

Queen Qi Zhen thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't figure out what Qi Zhen was thinking.

She sighed lowly, shook her head and smiled bitterly, and raised her hand to take a clean handkerchief from the basin nearby to wipe the blood seeping out of Qi Zhen's wound. As soon as her hand touched the water, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

The man, dressed in a blood-red cassock, appeared in the imperial palace, walking in front of her with lotus flowers.

There were obviously so many people guarding the palace outside, but they seemed to have never seen the monk.

"Who are you? How dare you break into the palace privately?" Queen Qi Zhen's face turned cold, she opened her lips and swore, about to get up and call the guards inside.

When he was about to take action, he realized that he couldn't move at all.

And the words that were sternly rebuked just now seemed to have never reached the ears of the guards outside.

The monk lowered his eyes and looked at Queen Qi Zhen, with compassion like a god or Buddha in his eyes.

"I am calling you Wu. I am not from this world. I came here as an entrustment from an old friend." After the man finished speaking, Empress Qi Zhen was speechless.

Na Wu said, and the lotus flower came to Qi Zhen's bed. Looking at Qi Zhen's seriously injured and dying body, he sighed and said: "The donor said in his previous life that he is willing to die, just to be free from death again."

In the beginning, I didn’t care about the outcome, but now I’m really waiting for my body to die, but I’m still willing to do it?”

Qi Zhen's mother could not see what was going on with Qi Zhen's soul, nor could she see whether Qi Zhen's dying body would live or die, but this monk could see it clearly.

In Qi Zhen's dying body, the soul that was about to be separated shed a tear.

The tears flowed from the end of Qi Zhen's eyes, but floated into the lotus.

A drop of clear tears turned the white lotus red instantly.

The monk whose name was Wu lowered his eyes and looked at the blood lotus at his feet, shook his head and sighed, and lowered his hand to caress Qi Zhen's eyebrows.

"That's all, this time of soul gathering, the memories that have been suppressed for so many years should also be released."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his hand and opened Qi Zhen's heart.

A few drops of heart blood overflowed from Qi Zhen's heart, blood beads gathered on his fingertips, and he raised his hand to touch Qi Zhen's soul's eyebrows.

In an instant, Qi Zhen, who was in a coma, felt severe pain all over his body.

Liao Wu was a monk whom Qi Zhen found in his previous life, and he learned the Buddhist technique of gathering souls to be reborn.

The so-called soul gathering is not a magical magic that can bring people back to life, but a Buddhist forbidden magic that traps people's souls in the human world and prevents them from entering reincarnation through the method of transcending the afterlife.

The soul remains in the human world and can travel to the past, rewriting a person's destiny again, which is also called rebirth.

It can also protect people's lives when they are dying unexpectedly before the end of their lifespan.

However, if you want to perform the soul-gathering technique, you need the blood of the real dragon as a guide.

It is difficult to find a true dragon in the world, but the blood of the Emperor can be used.

What Qi Zhen gathered for him at the beginning of Liao Wu was the soul of a woman who died in Luoyang City.

The woman's body was trampled by the Tatar cavalry and was so bloody that it was even unrecognizable.

If it weren't for the jade seal hidden in the flesh and blood of the second prince who died beside her, and there were so many corpses on the battlefield, Qi Zhen might not have been able to find the woman's body at all.

Not to mention the whole corpse, he only found flesh and blood.

When the corpse was brought to Qi Zhen's eyes, the pain in his eyes was more painful than any sorrow he had ever seen in his life.

The woman's bones and the bones of the second prince with the jade seal were trampled together by horse hooves. If Qi Zhen wanted the jade seal, he should have dug the jade seal out of his flesh and blood.

In addition, if he wanted to gather the soul for Linglong, he also had to cut her body into pieces. Otherwise, it would cost him a lot of effort to gather the soul for Qi Mo.

Liao Wu originally thought that since the woman was dead, all that was left was her corpse. Her flesh and blood were already bruised by being trampled, so she didn't care if she was stabbed one more time.

But Qi Zhen couldn't take action no matter what.

He couldn't bear to touch the woman's body that had already suffered a lot of pain.

So he took out two portions of his heart's blood and gathered the souls of Linglong and Qi Mo together.

So the imperial seals that the world's emperors regarded as orthodox were left among their bones and buried together.

In this way, Linglong's soul was nourished in the palace palace and was supported by Qi Zhen's decades of hard work. Qi Mo's soul also inherited this support.

He spent his whole life trying to gather her soul. Countless days and nights in the palace, every drop of his heart, every day of waiting, repeated year after year, reunited the fragments of her soul inch by inch.

But Linglong doesn’t have a complete body.

The fragments of this soul, before they are fully gathered, can only be temporarily placed in the portrait in the Hall of Eternal Life.

Qi Zhen would be in the Hall of Eternal Life every night, looking at Shen Linglong under the pear tree in the portrait.

He didn't know how much effort he put into finally gathering together the exquisite souls.

Linglong's soul was so scattered that even if it were reunited, it would be extremely difficult to remember the past.

But Qi Zhen is different. His soul is intact, his body is intact, and his memory should naturally be clear.

However, after Qi Zhen and Ling Long's souls were reborn, his soul suppressed many memories.

Liao Wu didn't understand why Qi Zhen didn't remember those things in the first place. Instead, he gradually remembered them in his dreams. It took him quite a while to figure out how to clear the aperture.

It turns out that Qi Zhen had been trapped in a knot in his heart for decades in his previous life and had difficulty getting out of it, so he subconsciously sealed up the painful memories.

Linglong died at the gate of Luoyang City, and the iron hooves of the Tatars were like a nightmare, torturing him every night. Even if he drove away the enemy invaders, even if he destroyed the Tatars, the iron cavalry under the gate of Luoyang City that year has never faded away in his heart.

Every cent.
To be continued...