Huo Yanlan sat on the edge of the bed, her hands trembling and clinging to the already thin hands. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Huo Yan's whole person was covered by the brocade, revealing only a small face that was not as big as a palm.

"Sister......" Huo Yanlan's voice trembled, and the hands holding Huo Yanlan's hands also trembled violently, tears slipped from her eyes, falling on the quilt one by one, and instantly became a dark color.

Huo Yan's eyes moved with difficulty, she opened her mouth, but she couldn't even say a word of comfort.

Since three months ago, she has been completely bedridden and unable to move, and her daily life has to be taken care of, and a month ago, Huo Yanyuan obviously felt that the root of her tongue had begun to harden, and within two days, she was completely speechless.

It was as if she had only one breath left to hang, and she could leave at any moment.

And today, the day has finally arrived.

Shen Yuheng was dressed in plain clothes, standing quietly behind Huo Yanlan, with a calm expression on her face, and she couldn't see any joy or sorrow, as if the person walking on the edge of life and death was not her friend, just a stranger.

Life and death have a fate, death is a sparse and ordinary thing, everyone will die, but the difference is how to die.

"She's dead." Shen Yuheng patted Huo Yanlan's shoulder, and sure enough, Huo Yanlan's eyes had gradually closed, her hands hung down weakly, and her chest did not rise and fall.

Huo Yanlan bit her lip tightly, it was clear that tears were already raining down, but she stubbornly refused to let herself cry.

She is the lord of a country, and even if she is sad, she can never show any weakness.

Huo Yanlan's back fell in Shen Yuheng's eyes, and her back was almost collapsed under the pressure of the complicated clothes, this girl still came to such a point.

"Just cry if you want to, it's okay." She suddenly stretched out her arm and wrapped it around Huo Yanlan's shoulder, and her arm hurt from the bones that were almost protruding.

Suppressed cries overflowed intermittently from Huo Yanlan's mouth, her shoulders trembled slightly, and the warm embrace behind her made her eyes more and more sour.

From now on, it's just herself.

At the same time, the Jiaofang Palace.

The man in his sleep woke up suddenly, his thin five fingers covered his chest, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his face was pale as if he had just struggled out of some nightmare.

Jiang Cheng didn't even have time to step on his shoes, he had already stumbled out, don't be what he imagined!

"Shen, Miss Shen......" Jiang Chengfu felt his head buzz as soon as he saw the woman standing quietly in the morning light.

Although Shen Yuheng usually wears plain clothes, he has never worn such a white, wearing linen and filial piety.

A thunderous sound suddenly sounded in his ears, listening to the man's voice, Jiang Cheng only felt that his eyes were dark, and he fainted directly.

In Jincheng, I don't know how many people burst into tears after hearing this voice.

"I'll go back after sending you off." Shen Yuheng grabbed Jiang Cheng's weak body and whispered to the palace people.

Immediately, someone from the palace took over Jiang Cheng and sent Jiang Cheng back to his palace.

The golden crow in the distance just jumped out of the horizon, and this city that should have been quiet has now been awakened by the thunderous sound, and the crying of the whole city shook the sky, continuously, as if even the golden crow trembled a little.

Huo Yanlan put on makeup, but the delicate makeup still couldn't hide the tiredness from the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, and she slowly walked out of the palace gate, with a large darkness behind her.

The palace people walked behind her, but they were separated from her into two distinct worlds.

As the head of a country, the impact of Huo Yanyuan's death on this fire country is extraordinary.

The city is full of vegetarianism, and everywhere you look, it is occupied by a dazzling white.

Jiang Cheng was holding a child in his arms who had not yet been weaned, and he was becoming more and more haggard in filial piety.

The child stared at a pair of big eyes, and although he didn't know what was going on, he didn't even dare to let out a cry in such an atmosphere.

"It's snowing!" I don't know where it came from, and suddenly everyone's eyes in the mourning hall fell outside.

Sure enough, a layer of plain white had floated on the ground, as if the world was wearing filial piety for Huo Yan.

It was clearly a September day, but the goose feather snow had already fallen, and the whole world was covered in silver in an instant.

"Merit ......" Shen Yuheng stretched out her hand to catch the snowflakes that fell in her palm, her eyes fell on the coffin, and she muttered to herself.

If it weren't for the person with great merit, it would not be able to cause the vision of heaven and earth, and there is no doubt that Huo Yanyuan is the person with great merit.

If there is no Huo Yanlan and Huo Yanyuan, I don't know how long it will take for the establishment of the Fire Country, and now these people are afraid that they are still drinking blood, this great merit, Huo Yanyuan can afford it.

Shen Yuheng's hand clenched suddenly, when will she be able to have enough merit? It's just that merit is hard to come by, and every move you make is likely to save merit or create obstacles.

And she is a god, and she can't meddle in the affairs of the world at will, and she has a lot of restraints for no reason.

Paper ash flies into white butterflies, blood and tears dyeed into red azaleas, in the snowy city, a vegetarian Huo Yanlan holds Huo Yan's tablet, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Huo Yanyuan had already built a tomb for herself, and she looked at death more than anyone else, and now she went with the wind, leaving only the living sad and sad.

Shen Yuheng followed Huo Yanlan's side, and his filial piety clothes became more and more elegant.

After so many years, she is still glorious, as if the years have forgotten her.

No, maybe time is just a symbol for her.

The suppressed cries were heard endlessly in the crowd, some people were terrified, some people were sad, but some people were stealing joy, but these countless emotions were intertwined into a cry.

"Sister, don't worry, Fire Country...... It's not going to fall. Huo Yanlan's eyes seemed to be glowing, and she silently swore to Huo Yanlan in her heart, but she also seemed to be saying to herself.

Jiang Cheng behind him was holding the child who belonged to Huo Yan's mother, his eyes were full of haggard and vicissitudes.

It turns out that when my heart is sour, I can't say a word, and the sadness that can be said to others is not thorough.

The snow gradually stopped, and the ruts on the snow were like deep scars on the ground.

On the bustling streets, only a plain color remains, and since then, there has only been one lord in this fire country.

The death of the founding monarch made the city seem to be drained of all life overnight, and the deep fear of the future made the smile on their faces dissipate little by little.

The depressing atmosphere that continues to shroud the entire Jincheng seems to be brewing some kind of storm, and no one knows what kind of monster will appear in the next moment in this depression, tearing apart all the prosperity of Jincheng.