Yu sighed lightly, stood up and stroked Feng Yaxiang's forehead. Niangniang's originally beautiful and smooth forehead also left a scar after that kowtow, and a beautiful face was brutally destroyed.

Although the mother is still beautiful, it is sad to see the scar.

"Xiaoyu, how is the mother's situation?"

A voice sounded from behind, and Yu looked back to see that it was the high father-in-law beside the king.

"Father-in-law Gao, does Your Majesty want you to come and see Niangniang?"

"yes."

Father-in-law Gao approached Feng Yaxiang and sighed.

"It's still the same, I'm really worried that my mother will never talk again for the rest of her life."

The two looked at Feng Yaxiang, who was sitting on the edge of the bed like a doll, lifeless, and could only pray.

Chanting the poem, Li Haoran raised his head and swallowed another glass of wine, letting the heat burn in his stomach.

The three Dharma protectors watched from the sidelines, and their hearts ached like knives.

Who would have imagined that the handsome prince with the beautiful face of the city would become the bearded drunk man he is today?

With a smile in his mouth, he only touched the wine and had no intention of caring about the country's affairs.

People are here, but their hearts are dead.

That's probably it for this life, right?

He thought to himself.

It turned out that the seeds of love had long been rooted in his heart, but he blindly didn't discover it and didn't express it.

If he could marry Brother Wang before he opened his mouth, they would all be living happily together every day, instead of spending this life on memories with heartache as they do now.

"Xiang'er ......"

It's okay if he doesn't call, but when he calls, his heart hurts as if it was torn open, so painful that his tears burst into tears and cold sweat flowed.

"Master...... Don't drink anymore, we'll help you go back to rest. ”

Li Haoran waved away their support, and the hand holding the wine glass paused, but still drank it all in one gulp.

Now I know that without Xiang'er, no matter how big his world is, it will be overshadowed, which is insignificant, however, this shortcoming can no longer be made up, so how can he not be melancholy?

"This king doesn't want to dream, dreams are beautiful, but it hurts when he wakes up."

He poured another glass of wine and looked thoughtful away.

Li Haoran couldn't care about the stereotyped dogma that men don't flick when they have tears, shook his head desperately, tears rained down, hugged the wine jar fiercely, and his voice was intermittent, like a wisp of ghostly spirits: "If this king had understood his heart earlier...... Won't you lose the fragrance? If this king marries her...... Won't you lose her anymore? All these can be done by this king...... Can you do it...... Why didn't this king do it? You have to wait until you lose your ...... Lost ...... Only then did I know that I regretted it...... Why...... Why ......"

He could no longer weep and could not say more.

What it was like to have his heart ruthlessly slit, bleed, and hollowed out, he now deeply understands it.

In the past, not only did he have no love, but he also did not have love, so he did not understand it, and he would not lose it, and he would not know the pain of loss, because he had nothing to lose; Now, he understands love, has love, but gains and loses, how can that pain and fear be described as a sea of tears and pain?

Love shouldn't be, can't be so cruel, so realistic!

"This king wants nothing...... As long as Xiang'er returns to the king...... You can do without anything...... Throne...... Ronghua ...... Looks...... Nothing...... As long as Xiang'er ...... As long as Xiang'er ...... As long as Xiang'er comes back...... Come back ......."

Li Haoran hopes that time can be turned back and returned to the past.

But he couldn't keep anything, so he could only call affectionately: "Xiang'er...... I love you...... I don't know when I've fallen madly in love with you...... Xiang'er ...... Can...... Can you give it another chance...... Return to the king......"

Tears, unconsciously flowing, silently.