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The outside is dark and dreary, and the eight floor lamps in the Xiangxi Hall are covered with hollow colored gold covers, but the light that comes out is bright. The dragon bed in front of it was covered by layers of curtains, and the shadow protruding from the bed was faintly visible, revealing a human figure, and a person sitting next to the bed, the figure seemed to be a woman.

On the small steps in front of the bed, a jade dragon pattern cup with pinched gold wire fell apart, and there were some tea leaves sporadically. A row of people kneeling forward, Prince Mingze took the lead, followed by the imperial concubine and the princes.

Prince Mingze knelt there straight, his head slightly bowed, and he couldn't see any expression.

The imperial concubine's sapphire skirt shone with a halo. Xu is old, with a slightly blessed face, ruddy cheeks, and a handkerchief tucked his eyes from time to time, with a sad face.

The eldest prince's left leg was not good, the weight of his whole body was pressed on his right leg, kneeling there a little crookedly, there were faint sweat marks on his forehead, and the lines on his face were tense.

As the third prince, he is in front of the eldest prince, and this position is a little intriguing. On his head, a golden crown and jade shone around a huge eastern pearl. The third prince, Xiao's mother, with a round face, was born quite feminine, a pair of apricot eyes were slightly raised, and the chief eunuch standing by the dragon bed, Rong Xingming, retreated out of the dormitory.

The fourth prince died early, Ming Ying was the second son, the position was high, and his own brother was not ordinary, he was the emperor's heart, his feelings were deep, and the sadness was even worse. But after what happened, people know forbearance, and they can't see anything except the reddish eyes and face.

The old emperor had many concubines, and his son slipped in front of the bed, but there was no second concubine except for the imperial concubine. The top ones in the row are the first ones.

The hall was quiet, and outside the hall, the chief manager of Rongxing hurried under the colonnade, followed by the young father-in-law who was about ten years old. The little father-in-law held a brocade velvet box in both hands, cautiously, but the heavens were not beautiful, and a thunder fell suddenly, the little father-in-law's body trembled, his hand trembled, and the box fell to the ground in response, and one of the small bright red pills rolled a few times, and rolled down the steps into the flower bed.

Rong Xing turned around and kicked the little father-in-law. The little father-in-law fell on his back, grinning and not daring to say a word. Immediately after that, two fathers-in-law came up, and dragged the man back. The little father-in-law trembled and couldn't stand it, this pill is the immortal medicine that the Heavenly Master has refined for seven seven and forty-nine days, and it is the root of the emperor's life. This will drag on and will only be a dead end. He was just about to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but he stretched out a hand to cover his nose and mouth, and his arm was bunched, and he was dragged down alive.

Rong Xing kicked the muddy brocade box, glanced at the closed door of the dormitory, raised his foot and folded it back.

In the dormitory, the emperor on the bed was a little angry, raised his finger, and the queen on the side brought water, supported the emperor with one hand, and brought the teacup to his mouth with the other.

Beneath the emperor's thin, gray hair, a faint black patch of scalp could be seen. His face was dull and yellow, and there was not a trace of blood. He's old, and he deserves to die, but he doesn't want to die. With the wealth and absolute rights of the top, who would want to die? The pursuit of immortality is everyone's dream, but the ordinary people don't have that financial and material resources, but the emperor does, and there are people who have money, so he spent tens of thousands of dollars to build the Star Tower, to invite the best warlocks and Taoists, wear Taoist robes, meditate, take pills, and even use the most poisonous secret arts, risking human lives to practice the elixir of living people, but he still has to die, and he doesn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

The emperor's eyebrows were cloudy and covered with a thick white cloud, and he struggled to turn his eyes to see the queen, his wife.

They are a young husband and wife, more than ten years ago, loving and loving, and often together, even if the harem is filled with newcomers who are all beautiful, but his heart is still on the queen. He was also an aspiring king, inherited the throne, paid taxes lightly, paid less labor, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and raised a large number of well-disciplined and well-trained troops, and in one breath retreated the Qi State to the north bank of the Guanghe River, and earned Baitu a hundred years of health, which are all his merits, which have been recorded in history for generations!

But since when did his queen no longer look at him, only the imperial concubine was left around him, the woman who smiled honestly but shrewdly, he didn't remember when, he could no longer lift his sword, and he would be weak after a set of punches.

"Junyi ......"

The queen jumped her eyebrows, Junyi is her small character, it has been about more than 20 years, and the emperor has never called it. The queen did not wear armor, her nails were white and clean, and she was in her forties, well-maintained, and looked like a person in her thirties. She stretched out her hand, held the emperor's hand, held it in her hand, and felt dry, like a bitter wood caught in a hand.

After all, it is his own man, no matter how many wrong things he does, no matter how much he resents in his heart, there is always such a soft place, except for the precipitation of the years, it is the enduring love.

The people kneeling outside didn't know the situation behind the curtain, and the imperial concubine gently blocked her eyes with a handkerchief, glanced at the dragon bed from time to time, and glanced at the prince, thinking that she wanted to smile and stop again. The invited Lao Dao was ventilated with her, originally calculating that the emperor should have ascended to heaven, but he didn't expect his body to be so good, and he dragged on for more than ten days without breathing, which made him feel uneasy, and he didn't know how many days he could last.

She wiped her eyes, and just wanted to call His Majesty, only to see the curtain open a corner, stretch out a thin hand, trembling and stretching out a finger to point, the emperor said in a trembling voice, "Empress and Ying'er...... Stay...... Stay, aside...... They're all gone......"

The voice had broken through his throat, and although it was dry, it was not something that a dying man could say, and it was not time to breathe.

The hand in Ming Ze's sleeve was clenched suddenly, his eyes were slightly red, the corners of his mouth were straight, and he made a big salute, and his movements were fluent and unpicked, which was the result of more than 20 years of upbringing.

Before the imperial concubine could say anything, she was stopped by a look from the third prince, so she had to swallow all the words back.

Everyone saluted, and after a while, only Mingying and the queen were left in the huge hall.

The Empress behind the curtain held the Emperor's hand tightly, and beside his pillow was a mahogany carved box, which was originally the fan box she had given him, and now his will lay inside. The emperor with his eyes closed, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, was already lifeless.

The queen took the emperor's hand and put it into the brocade quilt, as if she was afraid that he would be cold, and folded the quilt for the emperor, looking at the emperor's eyes full of tenderness. She turned, swept away all her emotions, and walked out with the curtain open, her eyes full of clarity and shrewdness.

Kneeling below is her son, who also has a son, the future emperor of Baitu. They all need her.

The man in black who was originally hiding in the corner next to the dragon bed had already stood in front of the queen at some point, and knelt down heavily with his clothes on the hem of his clothes......