Yao Ling flicked her fingers and closed a few of Feng Qing's blood veins, then took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve, opened the lid and poured out a few small brown pills, and fed them into Feng Qing's mouth.

Feng Ze hugged Feng Qing in his arms, and there was a deep and bottomless pain in his eyes.

"Father," he cried out in grief, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

"The emperor is angry, I have given him a pill to protect his heart, but I am afraid that he will fall asleep for a while. As Yao Ling spoke, he took off a sachet hanging on Feng Qing's chest, this sachet was given to Feng Qing by him, and wearing it on his chest can prevent all poisons from entering his heart.

Now she took it off, because Feng Qing vomited blood, and her heart veins were fragile, and the medicine in the sachet would cause damage to the fragile heart veins.

At this time, the sky was bright, and the three of them guarded Feng Qing's side with a melancholy face.

"Father-in-law Xia, go to the official on duty and ask him to sue the hundred officials, my father is slightly ill, and the dynasty dispersed this morning. After Feng Ze helped Feng Qing to lie down, he turned around and ordered Xia Linhai gently.

After Xia Linhai left, he said to Yaoling: "I have guarded my father here, please ask the princess and sister-in-law to go to the mother's place to take care of the funeral, and when my father wakes up, I will ask about the relevant matters." ”

When Yaoling nodded and was about to go out, Feng Ze stopped her behind her, "The two royal brothers of Yanlong are the closest relatives of the mother concubine, I don't know if I sent someone to inform or the princess and sister-in-law, you will tell me?"

Yaoling pondered for a while, and said in a low voice, "It's better for me to say." ”

There was no prevention of this incident at all, and she couldn't help but be a little scared. Afraid of the wind will be the same as the wind blue.

Feng Ze nodded, looked at Feng Qing who had closed his eyes tightly on the bed, and said in a low voice: "If it weren't for me and Feng Qiao, the mother would have left a long time ago, but now she has hurt my father the most. ”

Yaoling looked at Feng Ze suddenly, seeing the pain on his face, and there was deep guilt in his eyes.

She couldn't help but be stunned, and after a while, she went out of the house, and walked towards Qingli Palace in a gloomy mood.

In the Qingli Palace, Chang Ruoli, who was dressed in white, lay quietly on the brocade couch with her hands on her chest, and her eyebrows were slightly pressed together. The beautiful face was as pale as a blank sheet of paper.

"Niangniang is not at ease when she walks?" Yaoling clasped one hand on Chang Ruoli's right wrist. After pausing for a while, he put his hand on Chang Ruoli's chest and felt it carefully.

"Niangniang is a little worried about the emperor. The pendant behind him replied softly.

Yaoling's hand shook slightly.

After checking it, she instructed Shen'er: "Close the doors and windows in the house, don't let the wind in." ”

Shen'er nodded in agreement. I closed the window.

"I'll go back to the palace to report the news. Don't let outsiders get close to your mother. ”

When I returned to the palace. It's almost noon.

Lancao was guarding the door, inquiring with a face.

Yaoling also looked at the blue grass and nodded slightly.

"What about the prince of the county and the prince of Ming?" asked Yaoling.

"In their respective abode. Lancao replied.

Yao Ling Mai went directly to the moonlight in the backyard. Yueming was carving a palm-sized piece of white jade, and when he saw Yaoling enter the door, he put down the white jade in his hand and sat there quietly, with the calm of an autumn lake in his cold and clear eyes.

"Auntie, but you're gone?" he asked in a low voice, and at the same time, Yun Gong blocked his conversation with Yaoling.

Yaoling nodded, "Xiaofeng" she muttered, and the rest of the words were not finished.

Yueming got up, came to the basin of water, and slowly washed her hands.

"I'll go and say. With that, he wiped his hands dry with a brocade handkerchief and walked out the door.

"The emperor is angry and bloody, and he has lost half of his life, I'm afraid" Yaoling behind him followed and said.

Yueming's footsteps paused, and then walked out,

"He can hold on. ”

The two of them came to Fengzhao's residence one after the other, and as soon as they entered the door, they saw Fengzhao's bright eyes staring at the two of them who entered the door.

Feng Zhao had already heard the sound of Yao Ling entering the mansion, but he didn't see her coming here first as usual, but where did she go to Yueming, and she was a little hesitant in her heart, wanting to listen to what the two said, but she didn't hear anything, knowing that it was Yueming who sealed the voice, she couldn't help but have some doubts in her heart.

Waiting patiently, it didn't take long for the two of them to walk towards their dwellings.

Seeing that Yueming who entered the door was as strict and quiet as Yaoling, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and looked at the two of them heavily, but he didn't ask.

Yueming walked in front of Fengzhao, a pair of cold eyes stared at him quietly, and after a while, he said softly: "The emperor did not go to court today. Feng Zhao was stunned for a moment, looked at Yueming hesitantly, and then looked at Yaoling.

"Why don't you go to court?"

"The emperor was angry and bloody, and lost half of his life. There was no emotion in Yue Ming's cold and low words.

Feng Zhao's body was stunned, and there was great surprise in his eyes, which were usually as deep as a well.

"How so?"

Yueming didn't answer, and he looked at Yaoling with an inquiring gaze again.

"Xiaofeng, you have to hold on," Yaoling said in a low voice, her eyes full of worry.

Suddenly, it was as if a thunderbolt exploded in Fengzhao's mind.

He looked at Yao Ling fixedly, and after a long time, he looked at the moon again.

"What's wrong with Mother?"

The voice was low and fearful.

Yueming stretched out his hand to help Fengzhao, but he blocked it, raised his hand and grabbed Yaoling's arm, "Ling'er sues me, what's wrong with the concubine?"

A layer of mist appeared in Yaoling's eyes, "Xiaofeng, don't worry, it's not you"

"My aunt died. On the other hand, Yueming said coldly.

Feng Zhao pulled Yaoling's hand and tightened it suddenly, followed by a stumble, and Yaoling helped him.

"Xiaofeng, don't worry" She wanted to say something but couldn't.

Feng Zhao grabbed Yaoling's arm tightly, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul, unable to hear anything, unable to see anything, and his mind was just blank.

"How is it possible, how is this possible?" a voice in his heart asked.

"Auntie, she committed suicide by swallowing gold. Yueming on the side still said slowly.

The sound seemed to come from the distant winter, and with the cold of the ice and snow, his heart was frozen.

He looked at Yaoling in front of him in a daze, but he didn't look at her, his eyes seemed to be a dark deep hole without any luster.

He felt that his heart was wrapped in boundless grief, and wanted to cry out, but he couldn't, so he could only hold on tightly to the Yao Ling in his hand, as if that arm could pull him out of the bottomless abyss.

It was a long time before he saw a little light in his eyes, and he wanted to walk towards it, but as soon as he let go, he fell down.

"Little wind. There was a whisper in his ears.

"Ling'er. ”

He screamed softly.

"I want to go see my mother. ”

Yao Ling took out a bell and pressed her fingers slightly, and the bell popped open to reveal the pill inside.

Stretched out his hand and handed it to Feng Zhao's mouth, "Xiaofeng, don't worry, the mother concubine is very peaceful, and she will be fine." She said incoherently.

Feng Zhao gently turned his head to dodge the pill that Yao Ling handed over.

Slowly let go of the hand that grabbed Yaoling, and slowly walked towards the door.

"Little wind. Yao Ling screamed and tried to hold him back, but a stream of air separated her hand, and it was the wind that blocked her hand.

"The palace has blocked the news, and the emperor is unconscious, if you go like this, what will Feng Ze do?"

Yueming said lightly, a pair of eyes as bright as the moon quietly looked at the back of the wind and light.

Fengzhao's footsteps stopped.

The figure is lonely and helpless.

After a momentary pause, he staggered and continued walking.

Yaoling wanted to chase after her, but was blocked by an arm that Yueming was coming over, "Let him go." ”

"Mother, why have you treated me so cruelly, why have you abandoned me since I was five years old, and now I have returned to you?"

In front of me, the tearful eyes of my mother when I left at the age of five floated again, and I drifted all the way around.

"Mother, why did you leave me in this way, leaving your father, because you resented your father and I for not being able to rescue you?"

"Mother, I want to save you, but you say that Feng Qiao is unmarried and Feng Ze is young, why don't you think about it?"

A spring breeze blew, raising countless catkins, white and permeating the heavens and the earth.

A figure followed behind him in silence, and he knew who it was.

"Ling'er, you go back, I'll be alone and quiet. ”

He whispered, not looking back.

"You are the only one in this world who will not leave me. ”

Yaoling behind her felt a heartache.

"Xiaofeng, the mother didn't leave you, she just"

She said with a little choked up.

"Yes, the concubine is just tired and wants to rest. Fengzhao muttered softly to himself, but tears fell one by one.

He sat in the back garden of the palace for a whole day, and no one was allowed to come near him.

Yao Ling went into the palace at noon to take care of the emperor.

Yueming stayed in the palace of the king of Xuan and took care of the wind and light.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, the young master of my family"

Liao Zeru's face was anxious and worried.

"It doesn't matter, he's just sad in his heart. Yueming said softly, picked up the jade flute and put it to her lips, a quiet and ethereal flute slowly dispersed, and the sorrow floated in the ears of the wind with wisps of hope. (To be continued......)