Fengchen took her to a hidden place, and unfolded the blood handkerchief in her sleeve, like a blood lotus in full bloom, "Because Gu Shangshu's incident caused a lot of uproar, the saint didn't go to Niangniang for a few days, but he was a little worried in his heart." I don't know what night it was, the saint took advantage of the late night to sneak over, and at that time he saw the mother crying in a dream, and then heard about Luo An, so he was furious and executed Luo An. ”

"On the day of the incident, where is the Holy One, the Fengyin Hall is not far from the Qianyuan Palace, how can he not know the movement here, if he comes, he will not have these bad things?"

Fengchen's face was even more sad, and he hesitated, "The saint has gone up, but ...... But, alas, it's still this blood handkerchief. ”

"What the hell is going on?whose blood is on this blood handkerchief?" Shen Quansheng frowned.

"Yes...... It's holy. The saint didn't let us mention the incident of that day, because, because the saint was actually seriously injured in the first battle in Jiangnan and never recovered. ”

Shen Quansheng was shocked, "How is it possible, the saint who came to save us that day was clearly very good, and there were no injuries on his body at all?!"

"On that day, the Lingshan army under the mountain was all repulsed, firstly, Xu Gongzi led away some people, and secondly, the Holy Lord personally repelled all the Lingshan troops under the mountain. ”

Shen Quansheng thought for a moment, "I remember that on that day, the Holy Lord didn't bring many people. And the Lingshan Army is not easy to defeat, how did he do it?"

"What can I do? Desperately!" Fengchen sighed briefly, "After the Great Battle of the Holy Lord, he was injured, which was actually very serious, but he still asked the military doctor to bandage him briefly, and then went to change into clean clothes. The saint said that the concubine Niangniang couldn't see such blood, and if she saw him shed so much blood, she should be distressed. The crowd stopped at the time, but what was the use, who did not know that the new king was a man of strange temperament.

"Did he endure the pain and drive all the way?" Shen Quansheng almost buried his voice in the soil, the world is really fickle, when she came, she wanted to feel sorry for Yan Song, but at this moment, she was distressed for another man who hated it, really, people are moody.

"The saint's temper is love to be strong, and when he returned to the palace, he immediately fainted, and when the imperial doctor treated him, the wound had already begun to fester, and he had to take off a piece of flesh to get better. It's only been a short time, and the saint's injuries have been repeated. On that day, Sheng Shang went to the market to buy a few strings of sugar gourds and pancakes, and was about to take them to compensate Niangniang, but when he learned the news, he was about to lift the Qianyuan Palace. ”

"Then where did this blood handkerchief come from?"

Fengchen was even more reluctant to continue, "The Holy Lord desperately rushed to the Fengyin Temple, but on the way, he suddenly suffered an old injury and fainted. When the white cloth was lifted, the wound was already purple-black, and there was pus and blood, which was really distressing to look at. The imperial doctor finally took care of his wounds and told him to just lie down and not move, but the saint could not listen to the persuasion at that time, so he immediately rushed away. ”

Shen Quansheng glanced at the blackened red on the blood handkerchief, not like the dark red that the blood should have after it coagulated, but like the color of pus and blood from the wound in Fengchen's mouth.

"Even if that's the case, shouldn't he leave Yan Song alone?"

"The Holy One is a last resort!" Feng Chen almost shouted, "At that time, the wound has already cracked, and the blood is almost oozing out, and the Holy Lord can only use this veil to tie the wound." Niangniang was already grief-stricken at that time, and her body was weak, if she saw the saint still like this again, she would definitely be even more sad and sad. ”

Shen Quansheng never thought that one person's love could be like this for another person. Silently only knows how to give, but tries not to let others know. Perhaps, when the love is deep, any feeling of the other person is more important than the bruises all over his body. And that person is actually the king of this jade capital, it's unbelievable.

Along the way, she has been struggling with a question, whether to tell Yan Song about this. If he told her at this juncture, it was clear that he would have killed her, and if he hadn't told her, how would the two of them have been?

At this time, the Shen Mansion was facing a major crisis. It was night when she returned to the Shen Mansion without knowing it, and she pushed the door in, wanting to ask her father for peace, but her father fell to the ground like this and never got up again. Father is one of the best generals in this jade capital, since the first emperor ascended the throne has been for the jade capital to repel foreign enemies, in this jade capital is highly respected, she thought that her father can live at least a hundred years old, after all, the body is tough.

On weekdays, he only occasionally had headaches, and he never thought that he was so sick. Standing in front of the mourning hall, Shen Quansheng looked at his father in the coffin, his bloodless face, almost shrunk together, and even looked a little different from him. I still remember when I was a child, the saddle that my father had made for her was still in the corner of the hall.

She didn't cry, her heart seemed to have been hollowed out, she just knelt in front of the coffin with her eyes blank. The housekeeper has tried to persuade them many times, but in the end to no avail.

"Concubine Niangniang, why are you here?" It was probably the day before the funeral, Yan Song also heard the news in the palace, and came to visit her, although the blood on her face still did not recover, despite Ah Chun's persuasion, she had to come by carriage.

Dressed in white and kneeling in front of the mourning hall, General Shen was kind to her, to Yuqian, and to the entire jade. In her heart, he is the only one who is worthy of admiration among the officials of the DPRK and China, not because other officials have done a bad job, but because General Shen has done too well and is impeccable.

"Drink some water, how can you go without eating for a few days and nights?" she handed the water to Shen Quansheng, but she didn't appreciate it, like a stone Buddha, motionless.

"Quansheng, drink some water, General Shen will be buried tomorrow, how can you stick to it like this!" Shen Quansheng's eyes were like fish floating out of the water, and he slowly gathered the spirit and spirit together, so that he could see clearly who the person in front of him was.

"Ade is gone, Daddy is gone, I know, I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry Ade...... Perhaps, the damned one should be me. ”

"What nonsense!" She saw her body shaking, and immediately put her arm on her shoulder, "It's none of your business, why blame yourself?

Tears finally flashed in his eyes, like a normal person, "If I hadn't replaced Princess Zhou and my relatives because of my selfishness, Daddy's condition would not have become serious, and Ade would not have been exiled because of this." If it weren't for my selfishness, they, they'd all be alive......"

She gently wiped the sweat from Shen Quansheng's forehead and persuaded softly, "Don't force it all the time in your life, who will know what will happen later?" Although the Nine Emperor Princes died unexpectedly, he understood the love of this life before he died; although General Shen is now seriously ill and has died, he has finally looked forward to the return of his daughter before. What would two people who love you think if they saw that you are now devastated because of them?...... And the northwest, didn't you say that you would guard the northwest for your father? Are you going to give up the people of the northwest?"

The night before the funeral, Yan Song didn't go back until late, but what reassured her was that Shen Quansheng understood what she meant, and he would never commit suicide. Suffice it to know this. After all, life is more important than anything else.