Empress
Episode 97's
Fu Tong was suddenly in a room, yet strangely called that room was not a room. Surrounding him was filled with clouds, even he himself was standing right above the clouds.
" Where am I?" Said Fu Tong while patting his clothes.
Suddenly a mirror the size of himself just appeared, even the mirror did not touch the cloud like himself, the mirror was floating.
Fu Tong frowned when he saw that the mirror was beginning to reveal something.
A little boy in his pink dress ran over and over here holding a stalk of the flower he picked.
" Dad, mother, look what I got" the little boy handed a beautiful flower in his hand to his parents.
" Yi Hua, what are you doing?" The mother gently stroked the mane of her little girl.
Little Yi Hua frowned, she even tilted her head with a clueless look.
His father tried to align his body with his daughter's, and held her two shoulders. " Don't you say you should be more careful when you meet something. Everything in this world is a living thing"
" Yes, dad. I know, then where's my fault?"
" Dear...." Now the mother also aligns herself with the little one.
" What you picked up was a flower demon" he continued.
Little Yi Hua looked at the flowers meticulously, her forehead even to the point of wrinkling. " Dad, mom, I always ask before picking anything. But this flower doesn't respond, so I think she's a regular flower"
" Here, let me see"
Yi Hua gave her father flowers. And his father recited some spells while moving his hand over the flower.
" He was meditating when you asked, so he didn't answer" explained his father.
" really? Oh god unfortunately he. I'm sorry flowers. Can he still be saved like he was before?"
" Not my daughter, if a demon or demon is meditating and her disguise is disturbed then she will die"
Little Yi hua's eyes immediately glazed over. So did the eyes of Fu Tong who had witnessed the events in the mirror.
Why does my heart hurt so much to see this scene, Fu Tong thought.
Little Yi Hua returned to her room, while carrying a flower in her palm. His father and mother had told him to bury the flower immediately, but yi hua preferred to bring the flower to his room.
" Bunga, forgive me" little Yi Hua clasped the flower while crying.
He put the flower on the table, he felt very guilty. He did not know that it was a flower demon, it was worthy that the flowers were very beautiful.
Yi Hua suddenly remembered something. He had read that a demon that incarnated like this could be turned on with a drop of blood.
He immediately looked for the book he had read first. Then go to page by page to find the part that he read.
It is written that demons and demons can only be revived with drops of blood. But not all drops of blood can do this. Only the chosen ones can do it. In the book nuga written that even the demon king could not revive him if he was not an chosen person.
" Ah because of that my father told me to bury him. Because he can't bring her back. But if you can't, how can I?" Yi Hua sighed resignedly and kept back his book.
As he looked towards the table, he was very panicked as the flower slowly turned black.
No, no, no. He could not accept this, was this what it was like to kill an innocent person? He really feels uncomfortable.
Without thinking the little Yi Hua directly sliced her index finger and let her blood flow on the flower, the little yi hua even ignored the pain and soreness from her index finger. Whether it worked or not, but at least he did something. Because basically you demons and demons do need blood.
As soon as the blood dripped on the flower, the flower's decay had indeed stopped. Yi hua was even very happy about it. But it only lasted a few moments, after which the decay re-spread. And now, that beautiful flower had turned into a black flower that was dry and very withered.
Little Yi Hua cried when she found out that the flower was not saved. He feels so guilty.
As Yi Hua was crying, the blackened flower looked even more fragile. Even when exposed to the wind the flower scattered everywhere like ash carried by the wind.
The ash flew very high and swirled in the sky of his room. Forming a circle then forming a silhouette like a human body. Yi Hua's cry stopped, replaced by his confusion.
The longer the ashes no longer formed a silhouette, but actually turned into a human body.
Suddenly a dead man stood up and saluted little Yi Hua. " Daughter, thank you for giving me a chance"
" Y-you, who?"
The man stood up straight and looked at the little girl in front of him. " I am the flower demon you picked up, princess. From this moment onward the servant will devote himself to you for this chance of life"
Fu Tong looked carefully at the man inside the mirror. Why does he really look like him.
" What's your name?" Little Yi Hua asked.
" Fu Tong, princess"
DEG!
Fu Tong who was outside the mirror was completely jolted. Is this his past life? Is this really him? But if it was not impossible that their faces were really similar, even their names were the same.
Yi Hua's (King Yi) father suddenly entered the room and saw Fu Tong's whereabouts. " You— how can it be?"
" King" his respect.
" Daughter Hua revives the servant. That's why I want to ask your permission, king, to devote my whole life to your daughter in return for the life she gave me"
King Yi had obeyed the confusion, how could his little princess turn on a dead demon in her meditation?
" all right. This is my command as your king, when you take care of him then take full care of him. If you deny it then you yourself will know the consequences"
" Of course the King, thank you"
King Yi immediately walked out of the room and rushed towards his room. At first he wanted to comfort his daughter because she looked so guilty, but something shocking happened inside.
There was something strange about her daughter. Which he himself does not know what it is.
After that, the following days Yi Hua's daughter always went everywhere with Fu Tong. He looked after her like he was looking after his own son. Until it did not feel time after time little Yi Hua was now an adult. Growing up to be a very beautiful girl, but also graceful.
If they used to look like father and son. Now they look like lovers. Fu Tong had never aged, of course he was immortal in form and age at the peak of his maturity. So did Yi Hua, he would not grow or grow old again until whenever because he had reached his maturity.
The scene in the mirror just disappeared. Fu Tong was sure this was his past, proof that when Yi Hua was an adult, he was really similar to the Empress. The sign of the flower is set, the sign of the wings in hand. All of it was completely similar to Wang's Princess, Xiao Shi. Yang had now become the imperial consort of Yunshi.
Fu Tong looked around him, there was no one there. He guessed that it seemed like everyone was also looking at the mirror like what he was experiencing right now.
The union of the two swords seemed to bring them here and tell the truth.
When Fu Tong was thinking, and monologuing with himself. Suddenly the mirror again showed a situation. But there's someone new in it now. Who her? Why was that person chatting familiarly with himself and Yi Hua there?.
" Feng Yue......"
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