The golden cinnamon withered, and in late autumn, in addition to the fallen leaves in that place, there was only the autumn breeze that was not biting. She took away her unborn child, who she didn't even know about. Touching the hot body, the heart is like the fallen leaves returning to the roots.

Seeing that he didn't react in the slightest, and the matter of the Fengyin Hall was solved, Concubine Luo thought about retreating, "Emperor, this late autumn is getting colder and colder day by day, but you have to pay attention to your body." The queen mother, the queen mother's health is not good, and the medicine given to the queen mother by the imperial doctor should also be sent, so it will not bother. ”

A deep voice behind him said, "What kind of medicine is the medicine that the queen mother said? Could it be that it is an infertility pill?"

She immediately retracted the steps she had taken, and glanced at her child, who looked exactly the same as usual, but why did he say it so chillingly. She smiled and said, "What is the emperor talking about? The queen mother just drank some tonic medicine to replenish her body." ”

"Then why, what did you give Yan Song was infertility pills?" she didn't answer, but the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't be disguised anymore. Yu Qian turned around and grabbed her hand, "Erchen has never complained about you, even if you have never given me a good face in the past twenty years. But why! Why do you even have to touch Erchen's last bottom line! Do you really think that I won't dare to kill you!" A sword flew out of his sleeve, and his wrist was flexible enough to hold the hilt of the sword, and the blade of the sword leaned against Luo Fei'an's neck.

Everyone immediately knelt on the ground and exhorted in unison, "Holy no, holy no......"

And Luo Fei'an saw a rare expression of emotion in his eyes, and it was that look like a fast arrow poking straight from the eye socket to the heart socket, and she had never had such an uneasy emotion, as if it was completely possible to kill her as Yu Qian said.

"Emperor, Emperor, what are you doing here? Do you want to do something rebellious for this woman!"

The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he had a numb look like he only pretended to hate his son, and there was only hatred left between mother and son, and it was difficult to find a few pairs in this world. Although the palace people did not say this, they began to worry about the queen mother in their hearts, because a person's eyes will never deceive, and when hatred and sadness cannot be concealed, it will only be like a steady spring gushing out of the eyes.

The fingertips moved nimbly, thinking that the sword was already far away, but in the air, a piece of green silk was cut from her sideburns, and it fell to the ground with the breeze, and anyone could catch a glimpse of the missing corner of her right bun. And Luo Fei'an's feet were already weak, and she couldn't say anything when she looked at Qingsi on the ground.

His eyes lowered, and he seemed to have suddenly vented all his anger, and said lightly, "Queen Mother, it was you who disappointed your sons again and again......" The sound of the knife returning to its sheath slammed back and forth in this wind chanting hall several times, and finally fell silent in the decaying Qiu Ju outside the door.

The temple of the Wind is calm again, and the scene left behind by the storm is full of withering. Concubine Luo was taken out from here tremblingly, and Concubine Shu sniffed the strange atmosphere in the Wind Yin Palace, just let out a long sigh, looked at the blood droplets that slowly fell along his wrist and said with some distress and concern, "Holy Lord, Qianshu will take care of your wounds, right?"

He didn't respond, and Concubine Shu took out a clean handkerchief from her bosom and carefully wiped the blood away for him. But his eyes were always staring at the position next to the bed, how could his pale face be as bloodless as a dead corpse, and his heart was distressed, and he wanted to let him bear all the pain.

"Hiss......" He finally felt a trace of pain, shook his head and lowered his body and sighed, "You don't have to be like this, go back quickly......" The tone was just an understatement, but why was there still a wave in Concubine Shu's heart, could it be that Ah Song's heart was more than moving? For her husband, such emotions should be normal, but why did Concubine Shu feel betrayed something.

"Holy ......" Ah Chun couldn't cry silently on the side, crying so much that his face was flushed, and his expressionless face on the couch was even whiter.

She didn't say a word, just clenched her hands tightly, perhaps the pain in her body was far more than the slightest pain in her heart. It turned out that it was heartache that killed people.

"Stand down, no one is allowed to come in without my order!" everyone saluted and retreated, and calm returned to the Wind Yin Palace, leaving only her and him.

After all, she couldn't help it, tears fell hotly, why, why did Luo Fei'an do this to her! Why, why did God never let her have a better day! The hatred and dare not dare in her heart turned over and over again in her heart like a rolling wave. And the feeling of being protected by him in his arms is so good, but why, he can't get here earlier. She couldn't help but have a disgusting thought, all of it, because of him, because of his tardiness.

She forced her crying voice to whimper, a little hesitant, "Xuanqi, Xuanqi......" She never said all the grievances, as if all the grievances were like salty tears that could no longer be said. Just calling his name, calling the name that belonged only to the two of them.

Hands slowly slipped over her shoulders, and just like that, they hugged her in front of them, and they sat down on the couch together, indeed, the air of this late autumn was cold, cold to the heart. Only by hugging each other can we feel the warmth of people, and can we make the heart that is slowly frozen begin to melt.

"It's me who is late, I am late...... whispered in her ear, and the voice of an emperor is now sinking into the dust, extremely humble, like all parents who have lost their children, and the anxiety in his heart is like the blood lotus blooming in his hands, only pain and scars remain. And perhaps, in the midst of this, he felt even more guilty......

He didn't shed a single tear, but his eyes were moist, but he tried to smile at her, and took her hand, which was indeed as cold as ice. His eyes unconsciously glanced at the side of his heart, and the pain in his heart looked like something, more like an internal injury.

"Ah Li, what do you see I brought you today?" he sat up and slowly took out a somewhat melted sugar gourd from his arms, still the tempting color. But this kind of red evoked her bad memories, her eyes were hot, as if she wanted to stretch them out, and she reached out and threw the sugar gourd to the ground.

The gourd shattered to the ground, and the red debris fell to the ground, in the corner, in front of them. They are like two children whose hearts ache more than each other, comforting each other, but holding their hearts and holding back tears. And in the end, the two of them were like the sugar gourd that shattered the ground, leaving only the endgame.

She should have a grudge in her heart, and the so-called resentment may be the one she loves the most......

"Yan Song, Yan Song!?What's wrong with you?" The gate of late autumn has been closed, and a person who rarely came in rushed in like an arrow. Perhaps, this is the posture that Yuqian should have, not just pretending to be indifferent, which is more hurtful.