Although he had learned it from Cheng Hao's mouth, he didn't have the shock and heartache that he had seen with his own eyes.

Touching his son's cold body and stiff bones, that is his favorite son, the son who has poured out his life's hopes.

Tears of grief flowed from the old face, and the old voice called hoarsely, "Che'er...... Che'er...... My Che'er......"

Fang Murong's transparent ghost shadow floated quietly in the corner of the room, and the picturesque handsome face floated with a moving and sour face.

"I'm past the age of the sixtieth year, I'm dying old, I'm not dead yet, how can you go ahead of me?" Murong Yuan's body trembled with grief, "Do you know how much my heart hurts?" I miss you standing in front of me alive and calling me a ...... father."

Murong Chenghao's face was also full of sadness, "Father's Day mourning......"

The old emperor was in tears, half-lying on Murong Che's corpse, with indescribable grief. At this time, he was no longer an emperor, but a father who had lost his beloved son.

Murong Chenghao didn't feel good in his heart, if he died, would his father be so painful?

"Hao'er, you go back first. I leave everything in the palace to you, and I want to accompany Che'er. Murong Yuan waved his hand.

"Yes......" Murong Chenghao should hesitate, he didn't want to leave. How did Murong Che die? Did you just die, or did you have been dead for more than three years? What is going on with Murong Che, who has appeared from time to time at night for more than three years? He still had a lot to figure out.

Glancing at Feng Jingyun, she didn't seem to have the meaning of explaining. His father gave an order, and he could only retire, saying 'Father, take care of the dragon's body', and left.

Seeing that Murong Chenghao had gone away, Murong Yuan said leisurely, "Che'er is my favorite son, the throne of Huanyue Kingdom, I just want to pass it on to him." More than three years ago, I saw Che'er sucking human blood with my own eyes in the Prince's Mansion. I already feel that something has happened to Che'er. All along, I didn't want to believe that Che'er had ...... I've always thought that as long as he can move, even if he only shows up at night, I hope that one day, he can stand in the sun again, and I hope that one day he can return to normal......"

"Father, the emperor......" Murong's clear voice sounded.

Murong Yuan's back stiffened, the voice came from behind, and he looked back reflexively, and saw Murong Yuan's transparent figure floating over.

His pale eyes fell on the identical corpse on the bed, and he looked at the clear shadow for a moment, "Che'er? Am I dreaming? ”

Feng Jingyun shook his head, "Your Majesty, what you see is Murong Che's ghost, he has appeared to see you." ”

Murong Che's clear figure knelt in front of Murong Yuan, "Father, the son is not filial, which makes my father sad." ”

Murong Yuan stood up excitedly, stretched out his hand to help him up, who knew that his hand could penetrate his soul body, his soul body was like an air current, there was no substance, "Che'er......"

"Erchen is just a wisp of remor." Murong Che stated lightly, "More than three years ago, Erchen had already passed away. ”

Hearing his son's ghost say this, Murong Yuan staggered a few steps in shock, "Che'er, tell your father what all this is going on." ”

“……”

"Don't you want to say it yet?" Murong Yuan said sharply, "I am your father, for you, I worry day and night, I don't know how many tears I shed, I have the right to know the truth of the matter!" ”