Wu Yan stared closely at the gauze curtain hanging at the door, and when she looked at the familiar figure looming outside the curtain, she could hear her heartbeat like a drum, her palms were damp with sweat, but her fingers were cold.

"The emperor has arrived—"

Xia Linhai's voice was long in the rain curtain outside the curtain, and Wu Yan instantly lowered her eyelids to cover the raging flames in the depths of her eyes, and returned to her haggard, weak, and sick appearance.

Looking at the emaciated Wu Yan who was kneeling with her eyes closed in the center of the ground, there was a trace of apology in Feng Qing's eyes, but it slipped down instantly.

Slowly walking in front of Wu Yan, he looked down at her.

At this moment, she is no longer as beautiful as she used to be. But it was evidently well groomed, and he knew that she was a proud woman, and that no amount of humiliation could take away her love of beauty.

The palace maids all retreated, Xia Linhai also retreated, and only Wu Yan and Feng Qing were left in the wide room.

"Why are you doing this?" a faint question spat out of Feng Qing's mouth.

"How does the emperor think I should live?" Wu Yan, who lowered her eyes, asked coldly.

As soon as the voice fell, she suddenly raised her eyes burning with hatred and stared at Feng Qing.

"I married you to the emperor, and I lost myself, I am the only one in my eyes, your worries, your sorrows, your throne, your world, looking at you smiling, I also pretended to be like a spring breeze, knowing that the smile was not for me. For you, I am willing to whisper in front of Chang Ruoli, losing the prestige of my crown princess, just to win a wisp of your approval. Speaking of this, two tears fell down in an instant, because of excitement. Her body shook violently, and she tried to suppress her choked throat with excitement, but to no avail, she finally hid her face and cried bitterly.

Feng Qing stood quietly, with sadness flowing out of her eyes, and wanted to reach out to help Wu Yan, but the hand trembled slightly but couldn't reach out.

"It's okay for you to ignore me for that woman, but you even ignore our river, you know how much he misses you. Thinking of being able to get close to you. He is your eldest son, the emperor, you are free to lose your mother, you should know the pain of losing your relatives, our He'er has both parents, but he has never experienced father's ......love."

"Shut up!"

With a low shout, Feng Qing's face was gloomy and cloudy.

"Huh. Wu Yan sneered. The voice was mournful.

"Angry, aren't you? You haven't smiled at me a few times since I married you, and I've racked my wrecks every day to get your smile on my face. I'm stupid to think about. Just for your everything, ignoring my river, if I can raise the child as well as that woman, how can it be the wind born of that servant sitting on the dragon throne today?"

"I originally thought that if Chang Ruoli left, your heart would return to me and He'er's side, but unexpectedly, your soul also followed, and you gave Fengze the throne that originally belonged to He'er, I had no choice but to do a big rebellious thing, but God doesn't bless me, I'm already a half-life person, it's better to die after so many years, and it's okay to be liberated, but you still haven't let go of He'er. ”

Because of her grief and indignation, she suddenly fainted,

Feng Qing looked at Wu Yan, who was curled up like a dead leaf, and the pain in her eyes surfaced.

Slowly squatted down and hugged the fainting Wu Yan in his arms.

A ray of gloom shrouded the curtained panes, and the sound of rain and wind outside the window gradually became louder.

He looked down at Wu Yan, who was fainting in his arms, and saw that her cheeks were thin, her eye sockets were sunken, her face was dark, and there were two tears hanging from the corners of her closed eyes, and her heart was desolate after all.

"In this life, I have failed you and He'er, but he should never have betrayed Dalong's interests. With a long sigh, he then said in a low voice: "Now, Li'er is gone, and I have no intention of guarding this palace. Ze'er is kind by nature, and will treat you well - you and I are both fools. ”

At this, he let out a long sigh. Then he picked up Wu Yan and walked towards the couch.

Suddenly, a heart-piercing pain spread from his chest to his whole body, his expression was stunned, he slowly lowered his head, and saw a wisp of red slowly seeping out through his robe, a thin hand clenched and covered the blood, a red gem like a burning flame flashed in a touch of gold, he smiled bitterly, and turned his eyes to look at the owner of the hand holding the golden hairpin.

A pair of eyes intertwined with love and hatred, full of tears, looked at him fixedly.

"Your Majesty, your arms are so warm. ”

The pale lips trembling slightly whispered, and tears rolled down to the ground one after another.

Feng Qing looked at her, then looked at the red blood flowing from her chest, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth, "That's fine." The low words were as light as dust in the sun, and they drifted away.

"Ahh

Feng Qing's body shook, and then tilted to the side.

"The Emperor—" The shouting stopped abruptly, and a pair of apricot eyes watched Feng Qing lose his breath, and at this time, two bean-sized tears rolled down from the angry apricot eyes.

Xia Linhai, who was outside the door of the "Emperor", suddenly felt bad and rushed in with a scream.

"Go and pass on Mr. and the prince. ”

Feng Ze in the imperial study is reviewing the fold, for some reason, his heart seems to be pricked by a needle, his body is slightly shocked, and the pen in his hand falls silently on the fold, rendering a smudge.

When the sky was about to dark, a carriage rushed in the lonely rainy alley, and when it passed through the gate of the palace, a bead suddenly flew out of the window of the car, and shot like a meteor towards the half-open gate of the palace

"Young Master, Your Highness, someone sent this. ”

Looking at the black mud pill in Liao Zeru's hand, Yue Ming was slightly stunned, this was the mud pill used by his secret sentinel to send intelligence.

Feng Zhao glanced at Yueming, Yueming pinched the mud pill, and waved his hand to signal Liao Ze to go down.

With a slight force on his fingers, the mud pill turned into powder, revealing a note inside, and Yueming glanced at it. His expression became heavy.

Feng Zhao saw the changes in his face, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, since he got acquainted with Yueming, he hadn't noticed that this expressionless cousin's expression had changed so much.

Silently handed the note to Fengzhao, who took it with some hesitation.

In just an instant, Fengzhao's face was gloomy like the darkness of a storm in summer, and the hand that pinched the note couldn't help but clench it tightly.

The two of them were silent in the room, and a gust of wind blew, lifting the curtain and causing the candles on the table to flicker.

Fengzhao couldn't sit still, got up and walked back and forth.

Yueming's face had already returned to a calm appearance, and she quietly read the book in her hand.

Suddenly, the two of them looked up at each other at the same time, and then looked out of the door in unison.

There was the sound of horses' hooves galloping down the street.

There was a faint anxiety on Fengzhao's face.

Sure enough, the horses stopped at the gate of the palace.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from far and near.

The curtain opened, and a man with a hat ran in soaking wet.

"The slave has seen His Royal Highness the Prince of Yanlong, the prince of Ningjun, the emperor has an order to quickly order the two of you and Princess Rongyu to enter the palace, and the slave will leave. ”

After speaking, without waiting for Feng Zhao to ask, he turned around and ran out.

Almost at the same time, the figures of the moon and the wind disappeared into the rainy night.

"Tell Ling'er and order her to enter the palace quickly. When he heard this, Liao Zeru estimated that his young master and Prince Yueming had already floated out a mile away.

Stepping into the palace gate, the eyes are full of lights, the rain is reflected, and the fog is filled.

The civil and military officials stood in black and pressed one piece, each holding an umbrella, silent under the rain, with a serious expression.

Fengzhao and Yueming glanced at each other, their expressions were also solemn, and they scattered their skills, but not a drop of rain fell on the two of them. (To be continued.) )