Time flies by in a flash. Three days after Liang Ruming was buried in the tomb, that is, on the fourth day after Leng Qing's poisoning, the blue sky was like a wash, and there were no clouds, and the enthronement ceremony of Liang Xinjun was held as scheduled in such a good weather with warm wind and warm sun.

And when Liang Xiaocheng made great vocal music, drums and music sounded in unison, wearing twelve crowns hanging from front to back, wearing a crown of "twelve chapters" in a dark robe, and Liang Shengxiao, who was embroidered with five claws and dragon boots on black skin, stood in front of the Wenyuan Hall where the monarchs and ministers of the Great Liang Dynasty discussed politics to accept the worship of the civil and military officials of the Great Liang State and the envoys of the other eight countries. The other party......

It is located in the Zhu Mansion on West Street, West District, Creping City. In the two-storey, eight-room pavilion on the first floor of the two-story eight-room pavilion in the Nuan Xiang Pavilion, there was a different bleak scene-

Under the window reflected by the warm sunlight outside the house, there was a long table with vermilion lacquer, on which was a seven-stringed guqin, and the woman sitting in front of the long table was none other than Leng Qing, who was dressed in white clothes and white rewards, with a plain face facing the sky, and only a white beaded flower diagonally inserted in her hair bun made of three thousand green silk.

Looking at the cold scenery outside the window, Leng Qing's expression was calm, and she quietly played the melody of "Three Inches of Heaven".

Behind Leng Qing, there were Zhu Zimo, Mu Ziru and Lin Zhiwu, and further back, there were ten palace maids sent by the palace to urge Leng Qing to shave her hair and enter the Jingxin Nunnery of the Royal Nunnery before dawn this morning.

Zhu Zimo still has the appearance of a handsome boy with a jade crown and bundled hair, a cyan Confucian robe, and fluttering clothes......

Mu Ziru's three thousand green silk was tied at the back of his head very casually, and his face was extremely bad because of his lack of energy, and the dark cyan narrow-sleeved robe fit him perfectly, outlining his figure very clearly......

Lin Zhiwu was still dressed in a dark blue caftan brown suit, standing silently behind Zhu Zimo and Mu Ziru, silent, so silent that it was very easy to ignore his existence......

As for the ten palace maids sent by the palace...... They always stood quietly at the very end, no one made a sound, and even breathed very lightly and slowly......

In this way, led by Zhu Zimo, Mu Ziru, and Lin Zhiwu, everyone in the room quietly listened to every piece of music played under Leng Qing's fingers.

In the huge wing, except for the continuous sound of the piano, the room was silent.

Today is the deadline for Liang Shengxiao to shave Leng Qing's hair and enter the meditation nunnery, but everyone present, especially the ten palace maids sent by the palace, did not dare to step forward to disturb this peace, lest if they were disturbed, the person in front of him would disappear......

The first time, Leng Qing only played the melody, and the second time, Leng Qing gently opened her mouth and sang:

"Stop here and don't dare to go on, so that the sadness can't be staged, the parting you wrote by your own hand on the next page, I can't help refusing, we are in too much hurry on this road, embracing unreal desires, I can't wait to look back and admire, Magnolia can't cover the hurt......

No longer look, the sun in the sky through the light of the clouds, no longer looking, the promised heaven, no longer sighing, the impermanence of the world you have said, the three inches of daylight that you can't borrow......

Stop here and don't dare to go down, so that the sadness can't be staged, the next page of the parting you wrote by your own hand, I can't help refusing, we are in too much hurry on this road, embracing unreal desires, I can't wait to look back and admire, Magnolia can't cover the hurt......

No longer look, the sun in the sky through the light of the clouds, no longer looking, the promised heaven, no longer sighing, the impermanence of the world you have said, the three inches of daylight that you can't borrow......

No more looking, the sun in the sky through the light of the clouds, no longer looking, the promised heaven, no longer sighing, you said that the world is impermanent, you can't borrow three inches of daylight, that heaven is the place I have loved you......"

After singing "Three Inches of Heaven" again, Leng Qing started over again and sang the song again, again, and again......

The constant repetition of the sad melody and the sad singing made Zhu Zimo and the others worry more and more when they listened to it......

However, what is even more worrying is that every time Leng Qing sings a word, a drop of bright red blood drip on her white dress, but Leng Qing herself doesn't care, still playing and singing quietly...... And the three people standing behind Leng Qing did not find such a shocking situation......

After singing "Three Inches of Heaven" for the first time, Leng Qing's hands finally hung down weakly, and her body slowly fell backwards due to her inability to support it......

"Leng Qing!!" "Leng girl!!" "Leng girl!!" Zhu Zimo, Mu Ziru, and Lin Zhiwu exclaimed almost at the same time, and at the same time, they saw a figure flashing, and Zhu Zimo had already flashed forward to support Leng Qing's body as she fell back.

It wasn't until the moment he held Leng Qing that Zhu Zimo was frightened - Leng Qing's skirt as white as snow was stained with a large amount of blood at some point! The white clothes and red blood were so bright and dazzling! And the corners of Leng Qing's mouth were still oozing blood...... A faint black blood ...... in the bright red

"Ah Wei!!Hurry!Quickly diagnose her pulse!!" Although he had long expected that there would be this day, Zhu Zimo still panicked irrepressibly, shouting loudly to Mu Ziru, urging Mu Ziru to diagnose Leng Qing's pulse.

And Mu Ziru, who was standing beside Leng Qing, was already numb, and the whole person was like a lifeless machine, silently following Zhu Zimo's instructions and stepping forward, stretching out his hand to check Leng Qing's pulse.

After a long while, Mu Ziru Fang sighed, looked up at the roof, and said with difficulty holding back the tears in his eyes: "Poisonous gas attacks the heart, even if there is an antidote now...... It's useless......"

At that time, Zhu Zimo was silent and didn't speak, just hugged Leng Qing, who was trembling all over, and ...... tightly

Seeing this, Lin Zhiwu, who was standing behind Zhu Zimo, could only sigh in a low voice......

The atmosphere was so silently stalemate for a long time, and Zhu Zimo, who was hugging Leng Qing tightly with his back to everyone, suddenly muttered: "Leng Qing, you promised my mother that she would accompany me...... Why did you get to where you are today...... If you had listened to our advice and not entered the palace...... Isn't it like this......"

Listening to Zhu Zimo's whispering, Mu Ziru couldn't help but raise his hand and press Zhu Zimo's shoulder, and at the same time raised his hand to cover his eyes, and choked in a low voice: "Ah Mo...... Didn't you already know that there would be such a day...... You said it too...... It's all fate......"

Leng Qing, who was tightly held in Zhu Zimo's arms, tried to open her eyes wide and wanted to see Zhu Zimo who was close at hand, but her eyes were already dilated, there was no focus, and there was only a void......

Trying to raise his right hand, groping with his feelings, and then trying to grasp Zhu Zimo's clothes tightly, Leng Qing forced a breath to speak, and his voice was so weak that it was almost broken: "Zhu Zimo...... They are bent on counting me as the concubine of the first emperor, if I am ...... after I die. Someone came to ask for my corpse...... Don't give them ...... Wait until I'm dead...... Will I、...... Corpses, burners, ashes...... Where and where are they buried...... All...... Good...... Even if you scatter it in the wind, you can do it, but don't ...... Don't bury ...... Imperial Mausoleum ...... I don't want to ...... A hundred years later, I saw ...... He ......"

Leng Qing spit out a mouthful of blood every time she said a word, and when Leng Qing forced herself to finish the last word "he", the placket in front of Leng Qing and Zhu Zimo's placket had been stained red with blood, and Leng Qing's eyes also closed weakly after saying the last word......

The right hand, which had been trying to grasp Zhu Zimo's placket before, finally hung down weakly with Leng Qing's closed eyes......

Sadness and grief spread wildly at this moment......

The ten palace maids sent by the palace have always stood quietly with their hands tied down, and no one has made a sound from beginning to end, and they have been looking at each other since Leng Qing vomited blood, and no one knows which one this song is?

The ten palace maids all wanted to ask why, but with Zhu Zimo, the "Marquis of Che" personally appointed by the first emperor, in front of them, no one dared to step forward and talk more, and no one dared to ask Zhu Zimo, who was known as the "Red Blood Waiter", who shouted "Leng Qing......

Until this moment, seeing that Leng Qing was silent again, and Zhu Zimo and the three of them all looked grief-stricken, the ten palace maids looked at each other and hesitated for a while, after all, under the leadership of the two leading palace maids, the ten palace maids knelt down towards Leng Qing, who was held tightly in Zhu Zimo's arms, and bowed their heads to the ground......