The main hall is bright, the white jade ground is like a mirror, the incense is curling, the solemn Buddha statue is still smiling with compassion for all beings, the Luo tent is white, and the wind is moving.

The trembling Imperial Doctor knelt on the ground, his dark red official uniform was half wet and half dry, and he could imagine how scared he was in his heart.

In the luxurious cloud brocade couch, the Empress Dowager Xuan's eyes are full of tails, half closed and half open, her face is dignified, although she is miserable and weak, it is difficult to hide her eyebrows, and it is difficult to force people to see, and the white mist-like moonlight sprinkles on her slightly frowning eyebrows.

Suddenly, her breathing became short, her eyes were desolate and she looked at Bei Moling who was coming, Beigong Jun who was sitting on the edge of the bed had messy hair, as if she hadn't been washed for a few days, and her bright yellow brocade dress was dull at this time, and she looked at the Empress Dowager Xuan's gaze, and was stunned for a moment, and immediately raised her eyebrows with joy.

"Brother."

Bei Mo Ling just stood in place, his eyes were cold, as if he was just a stranger lying on the bed, he raised his hand, and Fu Ziran behind him looked at Zhen Yue, and saw that she nodded solemnly, before he stepped forward.

Beigong Jun was not surprised by his reaction at all, his eyes darkened, and when he saw that he could come, he was also grateful in his heart.

The Empress Dowager Xuan on the bed was dying, and only skin and bones were left in the whole emaciation, Fu Ziran took out an embroidered handkerchief and put it on the wrist of the Empress Dowager Xuan, while diagnosing the pulse, while observing her face.

Everyone didn't dare to come out, and the imperial doctors even raised their hearts to their throats, so they could only pin their hopes on the divine doctor brought by King Ling, and the Fuzi people asked about some diseases, frowned tightly, and shook their heads gently.

The subtle movements were captured by Beigong Jun, and his heart sank. Hurriedly asked, "Is there still a glimmer of life for my queen mother?" ”

His voice was cautious, lest he say it too loud, so he disturbed the concentrated Fu Ziran, who took back the embroidered handkerchief, looked at the eyes of everyone, frowned and said: "The Queen Mother's illness came too quickly, the illness came like a mountain, and the body has been exhausted, and there is no way to return to heaven." ”

"Aren't you a miracle doctor?" Beigong Jun was suddenly excited: "How can you go back to heaven without a skill, the queen mother was just bleeding and bruising her heart earlier." There was also some wind chill. These days have been recuperating, how can it be depleted? ”

"The Queen Mother's illness is not like a wind cold, and her body is severely depleted and cannot be resuscitated. I've done my best. ”

Beigong Jun's body trembled. Shake back two steps. With a sad face, he shouted angrily at the imperial doctor who was kneeling on the ground: "You useless things. The Queen Mother's body has always been conditioned by you, how can it be seriously depleted! What is the use of raising you! All damn it. ”

"Your Majesty, Weichen has done his best, the Queen Mother's body is so worn." The physicians knocked on the ground and pleaded.

Zhen Yue was shocked in her heart, but she didn't expect that in just over half a month, in an instant, the white clouds and dogs, everything was like duckweed, and she was soaked in the Empress Dowager Xuan, who was soaking in power and tricks for half her life, and finally lost not a single soldier, lying on the cold bed, waiting for the arrival of death.

The heavy snow paved the entire Amethyst Sacred Palace with a piece of silver white, endless white, cold not a single goshawk, only the fierce green dragon flag on the high platform, rolling wantonly, just like this solemn night, every blow is heavy and absolute.

And he just kept looking at the woman on the bed with cold eyes, as if looking far away through her, everyone's expression was solemn, only he was as cold as ever, just like when Zhen first saw him.

On the phoenix candlestick, the flames were flickering, and the ground was full of mottled shadows, and the pale Empress Dowager Xuan stretched out her hand like firewood and stretched out to him from afar, and her dark gray eyes were desperate hopes.

"Mo Ling." Beigong Jun's eyes were slightly red, and he looked at the man a few feet away in request, but he only called him lightly, and did not say any words of request, because he knew that he and the queen mother were not qualified.

What everyone didn't expect was that the man who had been watching coldly walked slowly, and each step was like a long life, heavy and long.

"Son...... Child. Empress Dowager Xuan cried with joy and stretched out to him harder and harder.

A few feet away, as if it had taken a long time, he stood still on the edge of the bed, as if he smelled a breath of death, and a wrinkled hand grabbed his robe violently, as if with all his might, he was trying to get closer.

"Son...... Queen mother...... There are words. ”

Beigong Jun was very sad, and finally spoke: "Mo Ling, the queen mother is leaving, no matter how big the hatred is, it should be gone." ”

Bei Mo Ling didn't seem to hear it, looking at the emaciated woman in front of him, his eyebrows frowned without a trace, and his eyes like a deep pool flashed a trace of sadness, I don't know how long it took, as if after a long life, no one could know the inner struggle, he slowly sat on the edge of the bed, and his voice was as low as a fine line: "You say." ”

The corners of Empress Dowager Xuan's old eyes slid down the hot tears, and fell on the green jade pillow along the traces of the ravine, she wanted to reach out and touch his face, but she was weak, she could only gasp violently, and when she was relieved, she said kindly: "Mo...... Mo Ling ...... It's been fourteen years...... Queen mother...... Right...... Don't ...... You...... Don't blame ...... Blame the mother. ”

Empress Dowager Xuan gasped for breath, and the maid on the side hurriedly scooped up a soup of ginseng, which eased the Empress Dowager's breath, and the man who was originally as cold as frost, when he heard this sentence of sorry, his firm eyes suddenly shattered, like a crack in the ice-solid city wall, seeping into the wisps of warm wind.

The straight shoulders suddenly trembled slightly, and he looked at the queen mother who had been fighting for fourteen years incredibly, and the hands under the cuffs were clenched tightly into fists, so as to stabilize the bitterness in his heart.

"Queen Mother...... To go...... Let's go, let the queen mother ...... Good...... Take a look...... You. She reached out and kept trying to caress his cheek.

He leaned down slightly, with caution in his eyes, and extremely longing, like a child who longed for his mother's love, but when the pair of hands that had stirred up the storm and were now full of vicissitudes of life touched his cheeks, the originally weak Queen Mother's eyebrows covered the sky and the sun, and the murderous spirit in her eyes was terrifying.

With a loud sound, blood lines were sprinkled, and the sound of sharp weapons cutting through flesh and blood, like the sound of bells and drums, shocked everyone, and they were unexpected.

The corners of his mouth sneered, the longing hope was covered by a wave of despair, his face was like ashes, and his narrow phoenix eyes shed a tear, this dominating the world, cold-blooded and ruthless King Ling, finally at this moment when all thoughts were restored, shed tears of despair, he had not shed tears for many years, since leaving the holy palace and being abandoned in the wilderness, he had never cried again, in this life, half of the years were immersed in despair and coldness, and he never longed for temperature, because it was poison and would blind people's eyes.

The sharp dagger was not inserted into his chest as expected, but was held by him with his bare hands, even when his mother was dying, he was still wary of her, just like every day over the years, it had long become a habit, and Empress Dowager Xuan did not expect that he had been guarding against it, and her eyes were full of resentment.

Bright red and piercing blood instantly flowed out from between his fingers, dripping onto the dark red jade ribbon stacked on the squirt, dyeing it even deeper red.

"Die, die." Empress Dowager Xuan had a hideous face and stabbed forward desperately: "What are you doing alive, you should have died fourteen years ago, now die with me." ”

"Ahhhh (To be continued.) )