"He'er, are you ready?"

Wu Yan called lightly, looking at Feng He's eyes with some apologies, the most she should give her love to is the son in front of her, but she is trapped in her love for Feng Qing and can't pull it out.

As soon as she thought of Feng Qing's abdication to Feng Ze, her heart was like a cat scratching, that Chang Ruoli was able to help the son born to the servant she brought from Yanlong to the throne, why couldn't she, the dignified queen of Dalong, seek benefits for her son once?

Why did that Chang Ruoli take away Feng Qing's heart when she was alive, and Feng Zeba, who died and let her raise her, take away the world of the big dragon.

Feng Qing was ruthless and unrighteous to her, what was the use of her nostalgia? She regretted that she had not woken up earlier, causing Feng He to lose the position of prince step by step.

Now she has to risk her remaining life for the sake of Wind River, and she doesn't know if she can succeed. She knew clearly in her heart that if she didn't fight, she would die, but if she failed, then she didn't dare to think about it.

"He'er, mother is sorry for you. She sighed in her heart. In an instant, she raised her eyes and said to Feng He firmly: "Once the matter is revealed, you must be sure that this matter was done by Bengong and Yun'er, you were coerced by Bengong to do it, do you know?"

A layer of mist filled Feng He's eyes, and he lifted his robe and knelt in front of Wu Yan.

"Queen Mother, He'er has already put life and death aside, how can he put the blame on you. He choked up.

"Shut up, you remember, you are the eldest son of the Great Dragon. Your father, no matter how high he stands, he is also your father, and the queen mother believes that as long as he lives, he will not take your life. Speaking of this, Wu Yan bent down to help Feng He and said softly: "Since that woman died, your father's heart is no longer in this world, and the life of the queen mother is running out. As early as half a month ago, a royal doctor told the palace that the old disease of the palace was no longer able to recover. ”

"The Queen Mother. Feng He suppressed his voice and let out a low cry, and there was incomparable pain and sorrow in that voice.

"You can call Jiang Li's princess"

Wu Yan stepped in to stop the words below the wind river, "I have lived a bleak and lonely life in this life, and now I am terminally ill, and I have no ** to survive, I hope you can ascend to the throne of the dragon, so I am still better than that woman." She sighed again.

"Alright. Don't be sad. The only thing I'm sorry for in my mother's life is you, for the sake of your father, who ignored your existence. That's all I can do for you now. A tear rolled down from the corner of Wu Yan's eye, and she reached out to wipe it away.

"Although your grandfather will not help you, if it is done, he will not tear down your platform. Then she asked again: "What about those thistle people?"

"They're ready. Just see my signal. They will appear in the palace. Wind River replied in a low voice. Yesterday, he went to meet the Ji people again through the secret passage in the study, and asked them to help him seize the throne of Dalong, at the cost of the guardianship of Yongguan and the subsidiary rights of the three countries in the south of the Yangtze River.

Wu Yan was silent for a while, and then said lightly: "Remember that you can't use the people of the Ji Kingdom as a last resort." There is a lot of distrust in their main palace. ”

"Erchen knows. Wind River replied.

At this time, it was close to noon, and the sun at the end of May was warm and bright, but Wu Yan couldn't see the light or feel the warmth, at this time, she only had endless darkness in her heart and a bunch of flames burning at the end of the darkness that attracted her. She flew like a moth looking for warmth and light, along the boundless dark corridor.

Time passed in the tiny sound of an hourglass.

The room was silent, and faint cigarette smoke wafted out of the delicate half-man-high incense burner.

Wu Yan slowly approached the incomparably delicate bronze incense burner and sniffed it gently, then turned to Yun'er and said, "Yun'er, go." ”

Yun'er bent down and retreated, and when she left, she looked at the wind river on the side, and a trace of nostalgia and sadness secretly crossed her eyes, but she disappeared without a trace in a bow.

"Your Majesty, Yun'er beside the queen mother asks to see you. ”

At the gate of the long and glazed dormitory, Xia Linhai bent down and said respectfully to the closed palace door.

A cold voice came from inside the Russian sky: "What's the matter?"

Xia Linhai glanced at Yun'er standing beside him, Yun'er hurriedly stepped forward and bent down and said, "The queen mother ordered me to come and say that if you have to talk to the emperor." ”

Feng Qing in the room looked at the pot of gardenias in front of the windowsill, and there was no expression in her deep and bottomless eyes.

"Come in and report. ”

Xia Linhai pushed open the door, and Yun'er walked in cautiously, her steps were small but very steady.

"What does the queen have to report?" Feng Qing looked at Yun'er coldly, but there was a hint of intelligence in her eyes.

"The eldest son of the emperor went to the queen mother today, and talked to the mother for a long time, and then the mother ordered me to come to report to His Majesty, saying that the emperor must go to Fengming Palace, it is a matter of life and death of the eldest son of the emperor. ”

Feng Qing sat still, a pair of eyes stared at Yun'er's face, exuding the coldness and seriousness of the emperor, Yun'er stood quietly in the center of the ground, bowed her head slightly, and looked calm and humble.

After pondering for a long time, Feng Qing got up and walked out of the house.

He walked slowly along the clean and tidy stone path of the palace, and no one knew what was going on behind his deep countenance.

Yun'er lowered her head and followed Xia Linhai, and she couldn't see what kind of thoughts she had behind her calm face.

Everything in the palace was the same as before, and the palace people on the side of the road bent down and stood respectfully waiting for the emperor to walk over.

Fengming Palace is silent, although it is the season of flowers in May, but Fengming Palace has an indescribable bleakness and coldness.

Wu Yan, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, stood next to a cluster of withered peony flowers, her face was sad and arrogant, she didn't salute when she saw Feng Qing, but just watched him walk slowly towards her.

Gradually, there was a layer of crystal mist in her eyes, when she and him met him for the first time at the chrysanthemum exhibition, and his arrogant sun as a cloud made people dare not look up. And she was deeply attracted by his mysterious and cold momentum, she wanted to know what this legendary prince who couldn't smile was thinking in his heart? She wanted to make him smile with her beauty and wisdom, she believed that Wu Yan couldn't do it without her, but now she had to admit that she had failed, and she had failed in a mess.

"After so many years, Your Majesty is still the same as it was back then. As Feng Qing approached, she whispered like a dream.

Feng Qing's walking footsteps stopped suddenly, a pair of bottomless eyes stared at Wu Yan in front of him, and suddenly found that there were some vicissitudes and fatigue in her face, and her heart suddenly hurt, this pain is not only for Wu Yan but also for the youth they have passed, he met the woman in front of him when he was in his prime, and it was her best time, she and him were so strange but the same vicissitudes of life with a flick of her fingers.

There was also some emotion on the originally gloomy and deep face.

Xia Linhai bent down and stood to the side with interest.

"What does the queen have to say to me?" Although the tone was as cold as usual, there was peace on her countenance.

"I have lived in this palace with the emperor for sixteen years, and the emperor has come to my Fengming Palace for only a handful. If it weren't for He'er's business today, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to invite the emperor, right?" Wu Yan looked at Feng Qing and said lightly.

"But the emperor can come over, but it also shows that the emperor still has a river in his heart, right?"

Feng Qing's calm expression just now became cold and deep again.

"Is the queen blaming me?"

Wu Yan smiled sadly: "How dare the concubine blame Your Majesty." ”

Without waiting for Feng Qing to get angry, she continued: "Your Majesty only has that woman in his heart, and now he is deeply saddened by the loss of her, how can he care about me and He'er, and it will also make me feel a lot more relieved to be able to come today, even if I die tomorrow, I will be content." As she spoke, she took a brocade and covered her mouth, coughing violently, her face flushed.

Yun'er hurriedly stepped forward and gently helped her smooth her back.

Feng Qing's brow furrowed.

"Niangniang!" Yun'er called out in a low voice, and there was red blood on the brocade handkerchief in Wu Yan's hand.

Feng Qing had a bad premonition in his heart, "Xia Linhai went to pass the imperial doctor." ”

Looking at Xia Linhai's departing back, Wu Yan's lowered eyes flashed with brilliance.

"Does Your Majesty feel heartache?" raised his eyes, and there was eager anticipation in his eyes.

Feng Qing hid a trace of apology in her eyes, and then said coldly: "The queen sent someone to say that it is a matter of life and death for He'er, but what is the matter?"

The eager anticipation that had just risen in her eyes gradually became cold, and Wu Yan heard her heart fall to the ground and "snap" into several pieces, her teeth couldn't help biting her lips, and traces of blood flowed down the corners of her mouth.

". There was a cry in Yun'er's voice.

Wu Yan smiled miserably, "It's okay, the imperial doctor said that I still have three years to live, and for those who are waiting to die, three years is a bit long." Looking at Feng Qing's eyes, there was incomparable hatred and pain.

Feng Qing turned her face and stopped looking at Wu Yan.

After the two were silent for a while, Wu Yan sighed, "Is Your Majesty really going to abdicate?"

Feng Qing continued to be silent, and he snorted coldly.

Wu Yan slowly approached Feng Qing and said softly, "After Your Majesty abdicates, have you ever thought about what He'er and I should do?"

Feng Qing turned her head to look at Wu Yan, and there was no emotion in her deep eyes.

According to the rules of the Feng clan, He'er should hide his true identity and hide in the countryside. After a slight pause, he continued: "As for you, I will appoint you as the queen mother according to the ancestral system and stay in the palace to recuperate. ”

Wu Yan's heart trembled, and a wordless anger spread from the bottom of her heart, and she sneered without a trace: "Take care of your life, what about you, Your Majesty, where are you going?"

Feng Qing raised his eyes and looked at the sky in the distance, a touch of vicissitudes spread over his sculpture-like face, but he said coldly: "I won't worry about the queen's affairs." ”

"Is Your Majesty going to Yanlong to guard the mausoleum for Changruoli?"

Feng Qing looked at her coldly, "Isn't the queen going to interfere with my freedom?" (to be continued......)