Yes, it seems to have been run over countless times by a large truck with a load of ten tons. It is like floating and drifting in a long dream, adrift.

The wounds on the whole body hurt together, Jiang Mei wanted to cry, but her voice was forcibly stifled.

In the fog, Jiang Mei couldn't help but curse.

It's a nightmare.

***

The rescuer finally arrived late at this time, and those masked people were all stunned, and Zhuo Wang Sun quickly grabbed the masked man closest to him, who couldn't break free, but was subdued by more guards who rushed in.

"It's too late for my subordinates to save the driver, please ask the emperor for forgiveness!" Mu Liangwei rushed to Xia Zheng with an ugly face. The division of labor in this hunting activity is extremely clear, Jiang Mei is responsible for Xia Zheng's personal guard, and he is in charge of the periphery, after this incident, his trust in Jiang Mei and his people has declined again, and he has no good impression of that kid, and now he feels that Jiang Mei is a dangerous person.

Xia Zheng's face was solemn, he looked at Jiang Mei on the ground, and said to Mu Liangwei: "Send Governor Jiang to heal first." ”

The look in her eyes at the last moment was so desperate that Xia Zheng didn't want to recall that scene again. The original relationship between the monarch and the minister, I don't know when, seems to have faintly begun to deteriorate. This is also why he subconsciously wants to avoid Jiang Mei.

However, he was shocked to realize that he cared about Jiang Mei's safety.

Mu Liangwei sent someone to lift Jiang Mei, Xia Wushuang and Song Jing stood aside with a solemn face, Xia Wusi saw Jiang Mei in such a miserable situation, and kept standing by Jiang Mei's side, his face was anxious.

Just when Xia Zheng's footsteps involuntarily wanted to walk over to visit Jiang Mei, Mu Liangwei said with an embarrassed face: "Your Majesty, your subordinates are not well protected...... Concubine Lu Niangniang...... Assassinated......"

Xia Zheng's footsteps stopped in place, and his back stiffened.

"What did you say?" Xia Zheng's stiffness was terrifyingly low, so that everyone present couldn't help but kneel on the ground, trembling, and didn't dare to raise their heads.

Xia Zheng glanced at Jiang Mei, froze slightly for a moment, and then turned around and changed direction.

"Take me to her!"

"Your Majesty, now Governor Jiang and Concubine Lu are both seriously injured...... Which ...... should the minister heal first? Song Jing stepped forward and asked.

Song Jing's medical skills are superb, much stronger than many accompanying medical officers, and it is not unreasonable for Song Jing to be so embarrassed at this moment, one is the favorite concubine of the Son of Heaven, and the other is the favorite minister of the Son of Heaven. I don't know who is more important in Xia Zheng's mind.

"You go to Concubine Lu and go back. Jiang Mei ......"

"I can't die."

Xia Zheng was silent for a few seconds, and then made a decisive decision.

Song Jing helplessly looked at Jiang Mei, who had lost too much blood, and could only stride to keep up with Xia Zheng.

Lu Chun's residence was bustling, and the palace people were all solemn, and they didn't dare to bring out basins of blood and water from her residence.

Xia Zheng walked straight into Concubine Lu's palace with a cold and angry look, Xia Zheng did not smile in Japan, which made the workers very afraid of him, and today Xia Zheng was angry, which made the palace people scared to death one by one, and Xia Zheng knelt down everywhere he went.

Lu Chun lay on her bed with her eyes out of focus, the pain in her chest made her memory blurry, and all the senses in her body were withdrawn.

However, no matter how much it hurts, it can't stop the deepest and most brilliant day in her memory. It was that day that she met Xia Zheng, and it was also that day that changed the fate between her and Xia Zheng.

She had imagined countless times what she would be like today without Xia Zheng. Maybe she is still an unknown palace maid today, dying old in this palace, and in her old age, she pities herself in the mirror.

Just when he was about to close his eyes, it seemed that someone sighed in his ear and said, "Niangniang is hopeless."

Is she going to die? The life span of a person is so short, let alone a woman. The red face is old, and it is gorgeous in an instant. She's dying, will Xia Zheng remember her?

She began to think crankily, but there was warmth in her hands.

Lu Chun opened his eyes with difficulty, and his longing face was in front of him at this moment, the man was holding his hand, and there was pain and pity in his eyes.

She was almost about to cry in heartache, and her other hand stretched out little by little, wanting to caress his cheek, but at the moment when it was about to touch his skin, it fell gently.

Lu Chun pursed her lips, she knew that she must be messy now, but she wanted to leave gracefully in her sight.

"Your Majesty, don't be sad, in this life, I can meet you, and the concubines are very grateful for the mercy of fate." Lu Chun wanted to say something, but found that his throat had already been sour, and it was difficult to open his mouth to speak.

"Your Majesty...... How long will you remember your concubines in this life? If...... She is back, will you remember the concubine as always? Lu Chun's eyes were full of tears, and he finally couldn't cry.

"Your Majesty, don't blame the queen, she is just a child, many times, she just loves you too much......"

Lu Chun gradually felt that his mind was light, as if his whole person had become lighter.

She was full of tears, looked at Xia Zheng stupidly, and read it word by word: "The season of falling flowers is not the right time, and the empty twist is empty...... Lean against the door. There are faint marks between the empty eyebrows, and in the spring of that year, I remember the slave family...... The word Ah Chun. ”

"I'm also a pedestrian ...... again," she finally closed her eyes slowly, and the words between her lips and teeth dissipated like smoke.

Xia Zheng kept holding her hand, his expression gloomy and his eyes full of pain.

"Concubine Lu is dead-" The eunuch's mournful voice resounded throughout Lu Chun's palace, and the palace people knelt down crying, unable to count how many true feelings and false intentions.

The season of falling flowers is not in time, and the empty twist and empty branches are leaning on the door. With a faint mark between the empty eyebrows, in the spring of that year, I remembered the slave word Ah Chun. I am also a pedestrian again, and I have forgotten that I have ever passed this door. Last year, the lovesickness was in the body, and that spring, except for the flowers, it was not true.

Waiting for the idle smoke and rain to send dusk, who is the old owner of Feihong? Also melodious Mo on the dust, that spring, I was wrong with the spring breeze.

Song Jing sighed slightly, at this moment, the huge palace seemed to be soaked in an inexplicable heavy love, and after following Xia Zheng for so long, he could understand and understand Xia Zheng's mood at this time, Xia Zheng at this time needed to accompany and listen.

In the past, when Concubine Lu was there, Xia Zheng would sometimes talk to her when she was in a good mood, but now that Concubine Lu is gone, Song Jing can't help but worry about Xia Zheng. Such a thoughtful and deep Xia Zheng, from now on, who will be by his side instead of Concubine Lu,

There may never be such a person.

Suddenly, a little eunuch ran in from outside the hall recklessly, and the little eunuch ran out of breath, and even tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground when he entered the temple door.

"Panic what!" Song Jing scolded angrily.

"Slaves have important things to !!" After that, the slave climbed to Song Jing's feet in a panic and said something to Song Jing, and Song Jing's face changed.

"What did you say?!"