The main hall exclaimed, one after another, all pounced, to pull away King Ling and Empress Dowager Xuan, while the dumbfounded Beigong Jun screamed in grief, rushed forward to hold the old and hideous hand of the Queen Mother, and said madly: "Ah, Queen Mother, what are you doing!" Let go! ”

Zhen Yue covered her trembling lips in shock, her body trembled inexplicably, and the whole person couldn't support it, Fu Ziran hurriedly protected her in her arms, feeling her abnormality, patted her back and comforted: "It's okay, Yue'er." ”

She looked at this absurd and terrifying scene in shock, her heart was extremely silent, her eyes that had been cold were red with pain, she felt extremely cold all over her body, and she felt a little heartache when she looked at his still upright figure.

The faint smell of blood instantly filled the tip of the nose, and the Praetorian Guards, who had been waiting outside the hall, heard the sound and hurriedly rushed in, bringing a gust of wind and rolling up the snow-white silk curtain that was flying wantonly, and everyone's nerves were all tensed together, like a string about to break.

At this time, everyone realized that the Empress Dowager Xuan, who was still breathing, had been saving her strength, just to insert this long-planned knife into her child's abdomen at the last moment of her life.

No one can break free of the power of the Empress Dowager Xuan, she seems to be completely insane, a pair of cloudy eyes are bloodshot, hideous like a ghost of hell, and Bei Moling is like a sculpture, letting the blood mouth get deeper and deeper, without any pain, only the tears that keep sliding from the corners of his eyes show that he is conscious.

"Die with the queen mother, if you die, you will be a good child of the queen mother, and the queen mother will make peach blossom cakes for you every day underground." Empress Dowager Xuan's whole body was arched, and her messy white hair was stained with drops of blood.

Bei Moling looked at his mother in pain: "You can only let me die." But what else? What the hell am I for you. ”

"What are you?" Empress Dowager Xuan burst into tears, her resentful eyes were confused for a moment, just for a moment, and she said ruthlessly: "You are my nightmare, only when you die, I am clean." ”

Too many weepings drifted in this bloody night, and the shadows that were sealed in the hearts of the people instantly surged out, devouring the hearts of the royal people, all rotten to the stench of darkness.

Seeing that Bei Moling's hand was blurred with flesh and blood, Zhang Liang could no longer care about the courtesy of being a minister. raised his foot and kicked the Empress Dowager Xuan in the abdomen. The hall instantly gasped and exclaimed, only to see Empress Dowager Xuan spurting out a mouthful of blood, and her whole body hit the corner of the bed, struggling for a moment. Crawling over again. The blood on his hands stained his snow-white bedclothes.

"Doctor, doctor."

Beigong Jun cried bitterly. There was no longer a trace of imperial energy, he knelt on the ground, and said bitterly: "Mo Ling." Put the knife down. ”

Bei Mo Ling still maintained his original posture, his flesh and blood blurred hand held the bright red blade, the blood was endless, and the imperial doctor behind him seemed to have not recovered from the panic, they had never seen such a frenzied mother, some people who believed in etiquette had already fainted, or Zhen Yue hurriedly asked Fu Ziran to go and bandage the wound.

The wound was bone-piercing, terrifying, the crescent-colored brocade robe was like a plum blossom, the beauty of despair, the beauty of desolation, he did not move, let Fu Ziran bandage the wound in a hurry, just looked at the woman on the bed, his eyes were already gray.

Beigong Jun screamed, his face was full of blue muscles, as if he was stimulated, and he hugged his head and hoarsely said: "Ahhh ”

I saw that Empress Dowager Xuan's lips were still squirming and killing, but because of her abdominal injury, she shrugged her eyes as she crawled, glanced at Beigong Jun, who was almost collapsed, and then looked at Bei Moling, who was in despair, and turned over weakly, exuding a dead breath all over her body.

Staring at the night pearl on the top of the bed with a sloppy gaze, pearlescent blue, like the hand of death shrouded her, the years of this life are impermanent, like flowing water in front of her, the eyes full of anger instantly freeze, slowly focused, the corners of the mouth full of wrinkles gradually laughed, different from the previous anger, with a touch of gentleness, people are delusional, she has always been a gentle woman, the absurd act just now was not what she did, she stretched out her arm as if to grab something, but there was no trace of strength, the strength had already dried up when the knife was wielded.

"Don't bury me in the imperial mausoleum, I'm going to find Wu'anhou, he has been waiting for me." Suddenly, her eyes were full of tears, as if she had seen something, her eyes widened in horror, and she said angrily: "In the next life, don't be my child." ”

Drops of tears slipped down, closed her eyes heavily, the moment her eyelids drooped, a trace of warmth flowed out, as if the warmth that had been hidden at the tip of her heart, but in the grinding and greed of the years, it had long been exhausted, and at the last moment of death, she finally saw the guilt hidden in her heart.

"The Queen Mother." Beigong Jun cautiously crawled over and probed the snort of the Empress Dowager Xuan, his fingers trembled, and his face was sad: "The queen mother is gone." ”

In the fourteenth year of Taiding, on October 20, the Empress Dowager Xuan, who had the power to tilt the government and the opposition in Beiying, died violently, and her old age was miserable, and none of the two heirs were buried, and her body was not entered into the imperial mausoleum, and the temple was not sacrificed, and the rumors in the market were secretly suppressed, adding to its mystery.

The whole Shou'an Palace was crying, kneeling everywhere was full of people, the night was as deep as ink, the sky and the earth were white, cold and unparalleled, the man stood in the wind, his pale hands were bandaged with white cloth, and there was faint blood oozing out of it, he didn't say a word, the tears in the corners of his eyes had already been blown dry, and the people who went in and out of the hall were taking care of the queen mother's affairs, from the moment the queen mother was announced, he returned to a state of indifference, looking at everything coldly.

He walked on the vast white snow, his back was lonely and desolate, like a vast and upright cedar on the snow peak, always standing on the ice and snow, no temperature, no leaning, lonely, soon disappeared in the snow, and the skyless snowflakes fused, and no longer saw a single figure.

Zhen Yue looked at the busy and trembling officials, her heart gradually cooled a little, she stood at the door of Shou'an Palace, watching him walk down the steps, one foot deep and one foot shallow on the snow, without looking back, without turning the lantern, as if sealing herself in the dark world, refusing to disturb everything.

No one knew where Bei Mo Ling went, and his shadow could not be found everywhere in the weird and gloomy palace, he seemed to have evaporated from the world, disappearing with a hand of blood, and the young emperor who had been sitting on the ground also disappeared immediately, and the entire Amethyst Sacred Palace was breathless in a low voice, and everyone was panicked.

Zhen Yue and Fu Ziran were arranged to Baohua Palace, outside the snow was cruel and gluttonous, like a crazy monster, the whole world seemed to be crumbling, Zhang Liang told her not to move around before leaving, and His Royal Highness would send someone to pick her up and take her back to the house tomorrow.

"Yue'er, it's late at night, let's rest early." (To be continued.) )