Two tall white background red glazed fine porcelain vases were placed in front of King Zhao's hospital bed, King Zhao seemed to have noticed it, and there was a trace of panic on his angry face, and he said a little inarticulately: "You ...... You ...... them."

"Yes, that's right. He Rong walked up to him, waved away the eunuch who presented the porcelain vase, he walked to a porcelain vase, and said lightly: "Didn't you think about that woman all your life, as a son, I brought it to you." ”

As he spoke, he bent down and raised his hand to pick up one of them, and in King Zhao's surprised gaze, he let go.

Bang dang!

With a loud bang, the tall porcelain vase fell to the ground, bursting into shards and ashes all over the ground.

He Rong stepped on the pair of embroidered gold silk moire boots on it, and stepped on it again and again with a little strength: "Father, do you like this birthday gift for your son?"

King Zhao's bloodless face heard these words, and then looked at He Rong's bloody movements, and the blood that had condensed in his chest before could not be eased at this time, he used all his strength to roll off the bed and fell to the ground, as if he wanted to collect the white ashes on the ground, but his mouth was hesitant, but he couldn't even say a word.

When she heard He Rong's previous words, Chu Yunsheng had already realized what it was, the whole person was no longer under the control of the brain, and at the moment when He Rong raised her hand and was about to break the porcelain bottle, she had already used all her strength to push away the stone wall and run out, however, Ji Zhaoran, who was behind her, noticed her strangeness in time and clicked on her acupoint.

When He Rong called out Chu Yunsheng's three words, Ji Zhaoran had already figured out her identity, although there was still some confusion, but there was no doubt about her identity, but this identity also made him particularly shocked, who was usually calm and calm, but fortunately, in the moment before Chu Yunsheng was about to break out, he controlled her in time.

At this time, even if he couldn't move after being clicked on the acupoint, he could still feel the pain and hatred that penetrated into her bone marrow.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks and onto the back of his hand. It was so hot and blazing that his heart was at a loss.

When I first saw her, I only felt that she was innocent, but she was stubborn and stubborn, and her eyes soaked in hurt but still kept clear made him feel curious, and she was still tormented by nightmares in her sleep.

He had imagined many kinds of her identity, many kinds of things she had experienced, many things that had been hurt.

But she never thought that her life would be so cruel.

What kind of pain is that, what kind of hatred, what kind of unbearable weight of life.

Now they are all pressed against the weak body in his arms.

Even though he was pointed, he could still feel her shivering and trembling.

He thought that his heart was strong and calm enough, but at this moment, he forgot to breathe in pain, and his mind was chaotic, and there was no discipline at all.

All I could think of was her pain, her hatred, her helplessness and collapse.

All his sanity in his life was replaced by anger and hatred, and at this time, there was only one thought in his mind, rushing out!

However, the warmth in his arms pulled back what was left of his sanity - no.

No.

Behind Chu Yunsheng's invisible, Ji Zhaoran gritted her teeth, and a tear rolled down, submerged into her hair, and disappeared in an instant.

In the room, King Zhao had only one breath left, but the action of pressing the ashes in his hand did not stop.

He Rong turned around and stopped looking at him, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "You can go with peace of mind, later, I will also send your favorite son to accompany you under Jiuquan, as for Mingmu, the prince is forcing the palace, do you think it is good?"

As he spoke, without waiting for King Zhao to take his last breath, he walked away, not looking at the mess on the ground behind him.

After he left, there was no sound in the huge room, and at first there was the dying breath of King Zhao, but in the end, it gradually returned to nothingness.

Ji Zhaoran kept holding Chu Yunsheng and didn't dare to let go of her, he wanted to comfort her and make her sober up, but the cruel reality in front of him also let him know that it was impossible.

No amount of language will pale at this time.

The body that had just had a temperature in her arms was gradually getting cold at this time, Ji Zhaoran was not good in her heart, she actually forced her acupoint to break through her acupoint regardless of the reverse flow of true qi and the consequences of a qiē, and she didn't have time to think about anything else, he could only raise her hand to solve the acupoint before she broke through it herself.

Only then did she unlock the acupoint, Chu Yunsheng had already pushed open the stone wall door like crazy, the opening of the door was too narrow, she rushed out in spite of it, hit her elbow and knee, and overturned several bookshelves in a row.

By the time she got to the ashes, she was already messy and covered in wounds.

King Zhao had no breath, but he was still lying on her mother's ashes until he died, and Chu Yunsheng ran in front of him and kicked him hard without even wanting to raise his foot.

The lifeless corpse was kicked out of the way and slammed into the wall with a loud bang.

Hearing the movement, the outside remembered the sound of footsteps.

Chu Yunsheng didn't seem to hear it at all, and at this time she had no reason at all.

She fell to her knees with a puff. As he knelt down, the blood that had been suppressed in his heart before couldn't bear it anymore, and he squirted out in one gulp, all of which were sprinkled on his mother's ashes.

She seemed to know nothing, kneeling there, groping on the ground with her scarred hands, trying to gather the blood-stained ashes, but the more and more they gathered, with her blood and tears, the ashes seemed to be inexhaustible.

The footsteps outside are getting closer and closer, and there is no longer any delay.

Looking at Chu Yunsheng who had collapsed like this, Ji Zhaoran was so distressed that he pulled Chu Yunsheng, who was already a little unconscious, raised his hand and tore a piece of his own clothes with internal force, squatted down, and used his own hands to neatly collect the bones of her mother's relatives on the ground soaked with Chu Yunsheng's blood and tears, and then quickly wrapped a knot and carried it on his back, and at the same time kicked over the burning stove in the house, and before Chu Yunsheng could react, he pulled her back to the stone wall and secretly said.

At the moment when the secret channel mechanism was closed, the fires in the imperial study were already everywhere, and the eunuchs who ran in to check were already in a mess, and Chu Yunsheng in his arms seemed to be a soulless body at this time, looking at him fixedly with the skeleton on his back.

The eyes are empty, and there are no waves.

There is no love, no hate, no anger, no sadness.

Such a Chu Yunsheng is terrifying.