"Father, even if there is not much time, we should not give up." The Twelfth Master Hua Wuxiang changed her usual arrogant and childlike appearance, took a step and said in a deep voice, "There are only two days left to speculate on the sixth brother, Sister Yiyi has been poisoned for more than half a year, and it has never been repeated, maybe the poison has already healed, and the son asks for an order to negotiate, at least we can confirm Sister Yiyi's current situation first." ”

"That's all for today." The emperor nodded, his eyes were really open, but his voice was as weak as collapse, "I'm old, let's leave this matter to the third brother, Xiang'er will follow your third brother and listen to your third brother's orders." ”

"Yes."

"Yes, father, the twelfth brother is right, even if there is a glimmer of hope, we will try to rescue it." Hua Wuchen arched his hand.

The emperor glanced at Hua Wu, who was kneeling on the ground, and his sadness and pain could actually be felt by anyone, "Lonely, leave this matter to your third brother, Chen'er will do what you want, you go back to rest first." ”

With the cry of "Long live the emperor", the emperor left the hall, and this long early dynasty finally came to an end.

The hall was silent, and there was no human figure, and it seemed so empty.

An old man with gray hair squatted on the base of Sumeru in front of the dragon chair and picked up beads, and the crystal beads were already piled up with rough hands.

"Your Majesty, add this one and you're done." Zhao Qishou put the last bead in the emperor's hand and helped the emperor up.

"This is what Yilan's girl gave to me after she came back from Fancheng." The emperor said and sat down on the dragon chair, "What do you say is good for your body with this, isn't it just a few crystals." ”

"But the emperor never took it off." Zhao Qishou helped the emperor from the side and said softly.

"Yes, you said that Yilan's girl, if it's really gone, what should the sixth and sixth do." The emperor said, with two cloudy tears in his eyes.

Three days later, when Feng Xiyue walked into the cell, Yilan was curled up on a small wooden bed. Although it was the height of summer, she still shivered when she wrapped a thin quilt tightly around her body.

Glancing at her appearance, Feng Xiyue had a bad premonition, "Scared?" Said with a defiant smile.

"Hmm." This time, Yilan didn't be tough, and answered honestly.

"It's a pity that today is not good news, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed." Feng Xiyue smiled and shook her head, "Before I saw you last time, I asked people to tell Hua Wulin to let him exchange Fan Cheng for you." But yesterday I got a reply from Hua Wuchen, saying that I want to get your handwritten letter to prove that you are still alive. It seems that Hua Wushan is not as urgent as he thinks to save you. ”

"You originally planned to let Wu Lin not tell his father and secretly help you capture Fancheng?" Yilan disdainfully, "He is a prince, how can he sell the land for a woman." ”

"But you are in my hand, doesn't it mean that he loves you very much? even threatened you with the right to inherit the throne for your sake, and wanted to make you a princess. Now that you are in danger of your life at any time, will he ignore it? "Keep threatening.

Yilan tightened the thin quilt that had been tightly wrapped around her body, stared blankly at the bed, and didn't speak for a long time.

Feng Xiyue didn't urge, just sat calmly, took the tea handed by the person, and slowly sipped it one by one.

"Feng Xiyue, didn't you notice that you made a mistake from beginning to end and thought about a wrong problem." Yilan looked up at him and said sincerely.

"Oh, what's the problem?" Feng Xiyue showed a smile and looked very interested.

Chong Guan is angry only for confidantes, and will never be his wife. Because husband and wife are one, and both are lost, how could he, as a prince, take the city to defile his princess. Yilan said calmly.

"Oh, do you think you're already a princess?" Feng Xiyue sneered.

Yilan shook her head calmly, "You just want to humiliate me or provoke me. But your methods didn't work for me, and I'm long past the age of being easily provoked. ”

"Age? Aren't you 20 years old? Feng Xiyue scoffed, but with this little bit of unconfidence.

Ylan just smiled and didn't answer.

"If I'm not mistaken, we should still be in the capital now, although I know that you have enough ability to hide your whereabouts, but I still want to persuade you, go back early, only in the country of Dai you are the safest, the country can't be without a king for a day, you have been out for too long." Ylan unexpectedly persuaded.

"You think I'm going to feel sorry for what you're saying?" Feng Xiyue was a little angry, he couldn't understand why this woman was still so calm. Death as home? Ridiculous, that only exists in the story.

"Of course not." Yilan smiled calmly, "I'm not stupid enough to think that you have compassion, I said this just for the sake of the Li country, the civil strife and war-torn Northern Dynasty country is not necessarily a good thing for the current Li country." ”

"I don't have to worry about whether there will be civil strife in the country, you still have to think about your own safety first, I have given you too much time, if you still don't want to say anything, then there is only execution, I don't want to see your flesh and blood flying, wailing." Feng Xiyue said coldly.

"No, it won't, give me two more days, and I'll be back in two days." Ylang muttered to himself.

Feng Xiyue frowned tightly, he didn't understand very well.

"By the way, isn't the purpose of your coming today for me to write a letter to tell Wu Lin about my condition? I write, I write now. Yilan raised his head and looked at Feng Xiyue eagerly.

She looked like she had made a compromise for fear of being tortured, and Feng Xiyue didn't understand what prompted her to change her attitude, but anyway, this was the purpose of today. Since she was willing to cooperate, it would be better.

Clapping his hands, someone brought a low table with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Can you give me some time? I want to be quiet for a while. Ylan asked, "Anyway, you can always see what is written." ”

Feng Xiyue led people out of the cell.

As the cell fell into a suffocating silence again, Yilan couldn't hold back any longer, and cried.

It was all a dream, a complete nightmare. From hatred and despair to contentment, the time of happiness is so short, like a flash in the pan, and before you have time to savor it, you will part. If you really don't care about the critical illness a year ago, then today you are reluctant, so reluctant. "Hua Wu Lonely" When he thought of this name, Yilan didn't feel hatred, and his eyes were full of his affectionate eyes.

"Granular, what are you doing now? Are you still looking around for news of me? Don't look for it, I'm going back, back to where I came from, back to Mom and Dad. Wu Lonely, it was you who sent me the last ride, and it was the medicine in your arms that sent me home. Thank you. Ylan leaned against the wall, letting the tears run wild.

Yilan Zhilu said that he was running out of time. This chill has been going on for some time, which is a precursor to a poisonous attack. Usually every month before this time, you must take the medicine for three or five days in a row, and I don't remember when it started, on the night of taking the medicine, Hua Wushan would work tirelessly and stay in front of the bed all night.

Yes, it was when I was in Fancheng, there was a time, and I don't know what it was because of Lu Dao, which made Hua Wushan angry, and he left in a negative mood that day, that is, on that day, he drank medicine one less time. In the middle of the night, it was like this chill, and it took half a night to get confused.

When he woke up, he was lying in his arms. For this reason, for three whole nights, he never closed his eyes, just sat on the edge of the bed, watched, and kept saying apologetic words, and from this time on, every time he took medicine, he would personally watch, no matter how tired he was, he would be angry all night.

Only this time, maybe we will never see each other again. "No, it's me who is bad, this time it is me who is not good. Wu Lone, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be willful, I shouldn't use danger as a bargaining chip to be angry with you, forget me, forget me, and live the life you deserve. Yilan shook her body willfully, buried her head tightly in her knees, and slammed her back against the wall, crying irrepressibly grieving.

"Zhu Xian is broken, Ming Jing is missing, morning dew, Fang Shi is resting, Baitou is groaning, hurting and parting, don't think about concubines with hard meals, Jinshui soup soup, and Jun Changjue! Give the husband Jun Wu lonely concubine Yilan to write. With tears in his eyes, he left this paragraph on the paper, which was all that Yilan could think of at this time.

Like the farewell play at the dinner party at the time, this handwriting is far more handsome and smooth than usual.

After a long time, Ylang finally calmed down.

It's been a whole year, and I'm about to say goodbye, so what else hasn't I answered? Maybe he should also leave some words for Chase, yes, he disappeared for no reason, how sad he should be, how self-reproachful.

In fact, he is not as bohemian as he seems, he is the same as the Seventh Master, he is persistent in his heart, which may be the case in a family with many children. They do not carry heavy responsibilities like their older brothers, nor do they have the endless affection of their parents like their younger brothers, they often feel that they are not valued, and they often attract attention with their bohemianism.

Yilan Waner, "Chasing the shadow of my brother sees the letter like meeting, and my brother who understands the trace of seeing the letter is like meeting" on two pieces of paper, wrote a sentence respectively, holding the pen in hand, but began to groan, what to write?

"Once the hardships have been encountered, there are few stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs.

The panicked beachhead said panic, and the zero ding sighed in the ocean. All men are mortal? Keep Dan in mind. ”

I didn't have an idea for a long time. On another blank piece of paper, Wen Tianxiang's farewell poem fell.

No, no, you can't write this, if you show it to the emperor, how sad he should be. Thinking of the emperor, who was full of gray hair and was always as kind as a father, Yilan's tears rolled down again, "I'm sorry, father, it's Yilan's willfulness that makes you sad again, but now that I'm in prison, seeing that the end is coming, what should I do?" Ylang cried, crumpling the note with the poem written on it.