The night is suitable and waiting, and only those who have walked through the long night can usher in the dawn of light.

The sky gradually brightened, and the night in front of me was receding little by little, like the sea water at low tide, but a little slowly, as if there was still the last nostalgia. It was as if she had almost opened her eyes until dawn, tossing and turning, and finally stayed up until dawn, she knew that the calm of the night was followed by the wind and rain, and she didn't dare to think much about what happened after dawn, and she couldn't help but be terrified every time she thought about it.

It's like giving Murong Yichuan a drug to let him sleep peacefully for a night, but not for herself, it's not that she doesn't want to, but she wants to use this whole night of silence to sort out her thoughts, so that she can be prepared to face the storm when the wind and rain come, she can be angry and not panicked, she is a mother, and she must have enough strength to protect her children, so that they can still be safe and sound in the wind and rain.

The sky is bright, as if she heard the palace alarm bell ringing, this is the second time she has heard this bell since she entered the palace, the last time was when Concubine Xiao was driving, and now this alarm bell is ringing again, it seems that the emperor has really gone to Huangquan Road, he really didn't see the sun this morning, this bell broke the silence of the early morning, and it sounds a little uncomfortable.

"He's dead." Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard the slightly low voice of the man next to him. This night Murong Yichuan did not sleep peacefully, nightmares often attacked, several times I saw Emperor Tiande with a bright ghost head knife to ask for his life, in the dream, Emperor Tiande's hideous appearance was really terrifying, but because of the medicine, he never woke up several times, and at this moment Murong Yichuan felt his head

As if lowering his eyebrows, he said softly that the bell had ringed, and he estimated that someone was coming to the palace.

Before Murong Yichuan could say anything, he suddenly heard Ping'er's anxious voice at the door, "Lord, princess, someone came to the palace, saying that the emperor died half an hour ago." ”

For this news, Murong Yichuan and Wanruo both seemed calm and indifferent, and this qiē was in Murong Yichuan's grasp.

It's like saying, Ping'er, you quickly take the prince's plain robe and wait for him to enter the palace.

Ping'er said that she had already taken it.

It's like letting Ping'er in, and serving King Fu to change his clothes with him.

King Fu wore a white card, and the golden hairpin with a bun was also replaced with white, and he was dressed in silver, which was very solemn.

Murong Yichuan motioned for Ping'er Immortal to go out, and he wanted to say a few words to Wanruo alone.

"Ruoruo, don't tell you what I told you last night, no matter what happens, don't step out of the Funing Palace, Sha Boliu, the west wind and peace will definitely protect you and the child." Murong Yichuan hugged Wanru and admonished him deeply.

He nodded desperately, "Yichuan, although you can enter the palace with peace of mind, I believe that I can deal with it, you have to cherish it, I know that even if you take out the edict, the Ximen family may not follow, the power of the Ximen family in the court is not small, and the princelings are not idle, although we have mastered the poetry for the division, but the front division of the palace is in the hands of Ximen Donghai, you may go-" As if she couldn't say it anymore, Yingying's tears slowly fell, she didn't dare to think about what happened next, the neck of the landlord Murong Yichuan, who had her hands tightened, seemed to never let go, Although this parting is not a parting of life and death, it is also like a parting of life and death, and the road to the throne is not an easy task, it is a life-and-death contest between the winner and the loser and the thief.

"Don't say it again, I know everything, you can rest assured, I have been planning this war for many years, if I don't have to win, how can I make a move, if you want to keep the Jintong Tiger Fu for me, if nothing else, within three days, Zhou Dawei and Xiao Suyuan's army will arrive near the capital for three hundred miles, if the Ximen family knows the current affairs, then they don't have to enter Beijing, if there is a change, I will ask Zhongli Wenjun or the people around the queen mother to inform you, you only need to write a three-foot-wide note to let the powerful person go out of the city from the north gate or the south gate to deliver the letter, Both are now under my control. "Murong Yichuan didn't have time to say goodbye to his children, and there were more important things to say to him than parting.

As if nodding, "I'll see the opportunity." Murong Yichuan almost entrusted his safety and ultimate success or failure to the weak woman in his arms, he knew that this was an adventure, but he believed in her, and believed that she had the ability to command the overall situation in the face of danger. This kind of trust is like an infinite force, as if he put away his tears, and faced his husband with the same solemn face with a straight face, "Yichuan, you can rest assured that you will enter the palace, I will never be a burden to you, since the king wants to seek power, the concubine will follow it, the king will honor the concubine, the king will humiliate the concubine, the king is in the concubine, and the king will go to the concubine." It was as if a loud promise was better than a thousand words of lingering love words, "Ruoruo, I really didn't love you wrong." Murong Yichuan stretched out his hand, as if he had also stretched out his hand, his fingers interlocked, relatively speechless, only encouragement and conviction.

Murong Yichuan kissed deeply before leaving, replacing his nostalgia and uneasiness with a meaningful kiss, and then he lowered his head and gently stroked the lower abdomen and the twins in the abdomen as if they had appeared slightly, although he was speechless, he was worth a thousand words.

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A round of red sun rises from the east, echoing the snow piled up on the ground, wrapped in red makeup, so enchanting.

The snow has cleared, the temperature has risen sharply, and the snow has just begun to melt again.

When Murong Yichuan came to Taiji Palace, many civil and military ministers had already arrived, and Empress Dowager Xiao, Prince Murong Zhiyuan, Crown Princess Ximen Xiaoman, Empress Xiao, Concubine De, as well as several princesses and princesses, Yun Zhaoyi and other concubines, as well as Princess Ziyan, Concubine Zhongli Wenjun, Murong Cheng, the Sect Secretary Murong Cheng and other members of the Murong clan, as well as Xiao Chengxiang and other royal relatives have all arrived, and you can hear the sadness from afar.

Murong Yichuan hurriedly came to the main hall, ignored others, and walked straight to the front of the emperor's dragon couch, at this moment Huang Luozhang has been replaced by Bai Luozhang, the emperor is lying straight on the dragon tower, his eyes are slightly open, as if he is unwilling.

"Imperial Brother, Imperial Brother, -" Murong Yichuan fell to his knees in front of the bed, and the queen seemed to be choked with a sound of the imperial brother, and the tears of grief rolled down in large pieces, and the people around him also cried loudly with him. Empress Dowager Xiao cried and almost fainted, although Empress Dowager Xiao didn't like this eldest son, but after all, it was her own flesh and blood, the three major sorrows in this life were the loss of his father, the middle-aged widow, the old three sons, and in the face of the cruelty of the white-haired people to the black-haired people, how could the Empress Dowager Xiao not be sad and sad?

Although Murong Yichuan's tears were acting, he found that he was not in the play, but in the game.

Once upon a time, he hoped that his brother would die soon, but when he really faced the person he hated to the bone, he lay straight in front of him and never survived, Murong Yichuan's heart hurt terribly, it was the kind of pain that his heart and gallbladder were broken.

Tiande Emperor Murong Yichen died on February 19, the ninth year of Tiande, because of the hour, at the age of forty, when he left with him to declare is the favorite concubine Yun Zhaoyi, he only knew that his younger brother had a bad plot against him, but until he died, he never knew that he died early and lost the ambitious younger brother, and even when he was dying, he refused to let go, if it weren't for the two called Soul Chasing Farewell Dan, maybe he still had three or two days to live, maybe he could still do a lot of things, but the world is like a chess game difficult to talk about.

Tiangong's voice is full of white heads, today's sun is hanging, and tears flow under the eaves of every house.