It's actually blank, the message Lin Jixiang gave me is actually blank content, and the characters on the silk that I was expecting and worried about are actually nothing, is he stuffing the wrong juan strip, or is he saying goodbye to me without a word?

Stuffed wrong? I think it's ridiculous when I think about it, how could someone as smart and meticulous as Lin Jixiang make such a low-level mistake at this juncture - it must be the latter!

It's goodbye!

The Adam's apple was clogged and my eyes were astringent, so I clenched the empty juan stick, held the spoon that stirred the porridge, and looked up desperately with my eyes, for fear that one would accidentally roll down the tears and fall into the porridge.

Lin Jixiang to me, used to be all in this world and now is a relative-like existence, he asked me to come with the mission of protecting the country, but he never forced me to sacrifice anything for the Qi country, that contradictory mood, must have made him very sad...

As I expected, soon the people from Jingshu Xian Palace came to pass the porridge and meal, and I asked Luo Cong to order someone to prepare it and deliver it to the past, and a person had no appetite to eat, so he went to read the medical book again.

The wisdom of the ancestors is very powerful, and the pollution-free and unpunished plants in this era are also very magical, I firmly believe that I can find suitable plants, and then find reliable people to throw Zhao Wu out of the resting place.

As long as Zhao Wu lives, I will explain to Hu Hai and myself.

Glaring at each other, I put another bamboo book in my hand among the large piles of books on my right, and then took one from the book on my left hand to start a new search.

Luo Onion opened the door gently and walked in. Then she reflexively closed the door of the temple and moved slowly, and she stopped beside me.

"Ma'am." She called out to me softly.

I'm pointing. Inch by inch, I kept looking for the target in my mind, and answered her cry first.

"Say no, I'm not hungry, I'll let you bring pastries if you're hungry later."

As usual, if I say so, either she will agree to quit, or she will persuade me to eat some food to ward off hunger. But I flipped through the bamboo book for a while, and she was still standing beside me. There was no movement and no sound.

"What's wrong?"

I looked up at her suspiciously, only to see her eyes in trouble, and her face was full of sleepy teeth that wanted to speak and stopped.

For the time being, I was in a strong mood to explore the target, and I stood up with the bamboo book. Staring at her with unusual worry, he asked her, "What happened?" ”

It's so hard to talk about, it shouldn't be a good thing! I muttered in my heart, secretly anxious for the message that Luo Onion wanted to report.

"Madam, don't worry, things are already useless, please take care of yourself."

Her words made me even more worried.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" I was anxious to know the unknown news that I feared to know.

Seeing me look like this, he knew that the longer I struggled, the more sad I became, so Luo Cong was worried about my mood. Or just say it.

"Mrs. Dance, hang yourself."

"Smack~~~" The bamboo book in my hand fell on the bookcase, and my heart that was full of energy by me looking for books by myself also plummeted and shattered in my heart.

What's going on. Must there be something wrong with my hearing system, hanging myself? Zhao Wu has survived the hard life for so long, whether it is for Yingzheng to announce the sentence or Hu Hai's mother's love for a day, she has no reason to hang herself.

Zhao Wu is dead, and Zhao Wu, who was targeted by me everywhere and always protected me and went to prison for me, is dead!

"Ma'am, ma'am—"

Loss of hearing in the ear. His eyes were also blackened and he had no vision, although his head was clear. But I don't know anything.

The hope that had been piled up by fear of disappointment suddenly collapsed, leaving me with no vitality or strength in my body.

Zhao Wu hanged herself, Zhao Wu hanged herself, why did she hang herself?

Peach-eyed, willow-eyed, high-nosed, red-liped, apricot face, round and slender, really a charming beauty, skin like clotted fat, a bewitching beauty, and a chic Yingzheng pampered to the point of being an unbeatable lady of the Graceful Dance.

In the shooting and hunting field, Ying Zheng was high and low, accompanied Ying Zheng to spend his grief day and night in the pain of losing his mother, and roamed in the palace of Qin without letting anyone in his eyes, and no one was able to reach the degree of favor of his father: Zhao Wu In this life, love is incisive, ruthless and cruel, but I don't know that her death is so regrettable.

How will she spend her final moments?

She must be in a trance or the happy dancer of Handan City, dancing in the bright lights of the guests, and she is the only light, right?!

Glory and wealth seem to pass by, and the smoke of Vanity Fair is like a terrible dream, she dreams of being cut off by someone's bones and blood, and in her dreams she is crazy about her human skin - she wakes up from the dream, she has become a walking corpse, full of incomprehensible death!

Instinctively wanting to breathe, but no matter how hard I tried, I struggled to heaving my chest until my eyes suddenly regained their light as they struggled to open.

"Ma'am? Madame, are you awake? Great, woo woo. Luo Onion's cry came clearly and distantly into my ear canal, so whimpering and crying for a while, she suddenly opened her voice with interest: "Yes, madam, the slave will go to the imperial doctor to check the pulse again, the imperial doctor checked your pulse yesterday and said to check it again, heh, he said..."

"Shallot," I called out to her weakly, and told her, "I want to be alone for a while." ”

I really don't want to hear anything, and I don't want to see anyone hear anything, not even my own health or other people's lives.

Luo Onion's words were almost stuck in his lips, knowing that he shouldn't say it, but he looked like he wanted to say it.

"Take them all down."

I should have listened to her finish speaking, but I was sweating from the scene of Zhao Wu dreaming before I woke up, and I just wanted to extinguish the fear and panic, and I didn't think about anything else.

Zhao Wu is gone, Ying Zheng should be very sad at this time, I don't know if he will let Hu Hai know about this matter, if Hu Hai knows, how sad it should be.

Will Lin Jixiang get the news, if he knows about this, will he regret that he missed the opportunity to save Zhao Wu because he was angry with me?

It's all my fault! It was I who let Ying Zheng know what Zhao Wu had done, it was I who made Lin Jixiang go to the extreme, but I didn't save Zhao Wu, and I made Hu Hai lose his mother!

Without Ying Zheng's words and plans, and without Lin Jixiang's support, it turned out that I knew everything in vain and couldn't do anything.

Zhao Wu disappeared suddenly, without any warning, could it be done by those secret forces who wanted her to disappear? I shuddered for no reason, adding a lot of chills to Zhao Wu's death.

"Shallot."

I shouted softly, and Luo Liang immediately pushed open the door of the temple and ran in, thinking that she had always heard my voice in the temple, otherwise she would not have reached me so accurately and quickly with a single shout.

"Madame, are you hungry? The Imperial Physician has said that Madame is hungry, if you want—"

"Luo Cong," I interrupted her, looked at her expectantly and asked, "You say, if I come to Qixi Palace after Hu Hai, will the king allow it?" ”

Luo Cong froze in place, she didn't know if she didn't understand what I meant, or if she didn't react that I would have such thoughts.

"If I do this, Mrs. Wu Quanxia knows if she will blame me for robbing her her, but I really want to give him the love that Mrs. Dance should give him."

Historically, Hu Hai was said to be cruel, incompetent, and tyrannical, and close to Zhao Gao, I know that history cannot be changed, but I think that I have already thought: most of the deeds that have been passed down for thousands of years have been fabricated and added by literati and politicians, and maybe the truth of the facts is another matter.

I really want to give it a try, such a good seedling of Hu Hai has been cultivated and cared for by my hands, and he can really fall into Zhao Gao's order and do such a mediocre thing.

Even if Zhao Wu doesn't want me to take care of her Hai'er, I want to carefully train an excellent talent to comfort her soul in the sky and my sincere shame.

"What's the matter, can't you?" I raised my voice to look at Luo Cong, who was silent, for fear that she would say something like "no" or something like counter-dialogue.

The expression on Luo Onion's face was not understood until I heard her answer, she was both difficult and happy to contradict her own emotions, she could not bear to refuse me, and did not want to agree to me.

"Talk?"

What's wrong with her today, she was impatient to speak when she wasn't allowed to speak, and now begging her to speak, she was unfathomably silent.

Seeing that I was in a hurry, Luo Cong came out with difficulty and disturbed my plan.

"The imperial doctor checked Mrs. Madame's pulse yesterday, and said that Mrs. Your pulse is unstable, and there is a sign of fetal imagery, so he left a message saying that if Mrs. you wake up, he will come over again to ask for a pulse."

Fetal elephant? What does Yingzheng want the fetus most? I might have a baby?

As soon as his mind relaxed, a huge sense of happiness surged into his heart, but before he reached his heart, he was suppressed by the depression in his mind: What should Hu Hai do? If I have a child, what will Hu Hai do?

Ying Zheng hopes that I can give birth to a son for him, and he will definitely not take care of Hu Hai, who has lost his mother, when I need someone to take care of him.

It was a thing that I couldn't ask for and was ecstatic, but I had to pray that it wasn't true, but just a symptom that was blurred by the imperial doctor in my coma.

I never thought about having children, but from the moment I heard Ying Zheng say in my ear that he hoped to have a child with me, I couldn't help but want to have a child, even though I immediately forced this hope to be interrupted with other worries as soon as I thought of this place.

Now I smell the breath of hope, but I don't dare to uncover the truth.

However, I sent out a tangled thought in my heart: But if this matter is true, and Ying Zheng knows, will his piercing heart feel better? (To be continued) >