Feng Qiao sat up violently, and woke up in his sleep again.

He didn't know that this was the hundredth time he had woken up from his sleep.

He sighed, picked up the lime pen at the head of the bed, and added a horizontal line under the last orthography at the head of the bed. Every time he dreamed of the phoenix feather, he would add a horizontal line, and before he knew it, the orthography had densely lined up the entire bedside.

It's been three years since Huang Yu left.

Every time he dreamed of Phoenix Feather, Feng Qiao's heart sank. He remembered that someone said that a person, you dream of her once, it is missing; When you dream twice, it means that there is still a bond between you; Dream about ...... three times It's that your fate with this person is over.

So what does it mean to dream so many times...... Feng Qiao didn't know, and no one could answer his question, and even if someone gave him an answer, he didn't necessarily believe it.

He insisted that Huang Yu would definitely come back, and giving him so many dreams meant that Huang Yu had the same heart with him.

It's only been three years, and he can afford to wait.

Feng Qiao smiled at the carved orthography on the head of the bed, his face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were cracked due to long-term dryness.

He struggled to sit up, but his arms staggered and could not support his body, and unsurprisingly, he collapsed on the bed again.

Feng Qiao's face was buried in the pillow, and hot tears oozed from the corners of his eyes, melting into the pillow when no one could see it, and a puddle of water marks appeared.

He cried silently, crying so sadly, as if all prosperity and happiness had nothing to do with him. His eyes were closed, and he clenched his fist with his teeth, trying to stop the sobbing, but he couldn't stop it.

Over the years, he has gradually understood that the person he cares about the most is often the easiest to make people cry, and his heart is sore when he thinks about it. He gradually understood that a lot of love can be met but not sought, no matter how long it takes him, he can't meet the phoenix feather next to the lotus pond. He gradually understood that many things can only be owned once, and missing them means losing them, never finding them again.

The night is emotional, every night is quiet, he will feel sad, lonely people's hearts are fragile, always see others are right, only to feel, a person is so lonely, but the beauty is no longer there, where is the sincerity to pay.

Early morning is the most awake time of the day, and the first thing he usually does when he wakes up is to draw a picture on the head of the bed, and then cheer himself up, and Huang Yu will definitely come back. He never cried in the early morning.

But today he finally collapsed.

The feeling of the clothes slipping out of his hands is so real, and the feeling of seeing the phoenix feather fall but not being able to jump down with him is so powerless.

He really ...... Enough is enough.

Feng Qiao turned over, a pair of sad eyes staring blankly at the intricately patterned roof, despair gradually swallowing his heart.

He opened his eyes wide, hoping to pour the tears that were about to gush into his pupils, he was trying, he didn't want the sadness to spread, but he couldn't suppress the impact of the distress, the tears in his eyes were accumulating more and more, and they would burst out at any time, he was completely occupied by sadness. He suddenly lowered his head, covered his face with his hands and cried bitterly, his trembling shoulders silently exuding his collapse.

He broke down and cried for a while, and the water in his body was no longer enough for him to hold back tears - he hadn't eaten a bite of food or drunk a sip of water for three days.

Feng Qiao leaned on the edge of the bed and wasted a lot of strength to sit up. He is no longer the high-spirited man he once was, time has sharpened him, and he ruthlessly destroys people. His hair was slightly messy, his face was sallow, there was no blood, and on his thin cheeks, two cheekbones protruded like two hills, as if a gust of wind would blow his haggard and weak body up.

Finally, he stood up tremblingly, held on to the side of the bed, the chair, the table, everything that could support him from falling, slowly moved to the mirror, and sat on the chair with the dresser.

Familiar with the way to find the small lattice on the left, took out Huang Yu's favorite hairpin - he carved it to her by hand, she liked it very much, and she was reluctant to wear it.

Feng Qiao looked deeply at the carved hairpin, which was not exquisite, as if he was looking at his dead wife. He regretted a little why he didn't pay more attention to the hairpin at that time, and carved the hairpin more delicately, so that she would be happier. Why did she only send this hairpin, she likes it so much, she should send a few more.

His Yu'er is so well-behaved, she has never asked him for anything, she has never asked him for anything, she is considerate and gentle......

He regretted that he hadn't treated Huang Yu better, even if he was a little better, he wouldn't feel so guilty now.

Inadvertently, he glanced up in the mirror. The man in the mirror had a face as white as a piece of paper, with an almost transparent luster. The cheekbones are high and bulging, and the eyes are not radiant. There were still a lot of bloodshot eyes, and his lips were cracked from long-term dryness......

Feng Qiao shouted, and hurriedly wiped the dust on the mirror with his sleeve, as if erasing his decadence. He was terrified, the person in the mirror must not be him, how could it be him!

The mirror was wiped clean, and Feng Qiao finally saw his face clearly. He was so surprised that he couldn't even speak, and could only look in the mirror with a pair of dull eyes like wax balls. He seemed to be frightened by something, his face was paler, more frightened, his lips were bitten white by him, he was like an old man on the verge of death.

And...... He felt his body change.

He became less human.

He raised his hand, covered one of his eyes, and looked through the door at the person in the door, who smelled of blood, especially when he saw the man's brain, the saliva in his mouth couldn't stop secreting.

He dragged his thin, haggard, and aged body slowly to the door, slamming the heavy door behind him.

Panic, panic, hopelessness, collapse......

All kinds of emotions are buried in the bottom of my heart and gradually take root.

He looked down at his dry hand and slowly clenched his fists, finally making up his mind.

"You, go and call the emperor to come over, just say that I have something to tell him." Feng Qiao commanded the guards outside the door, and then added, "Let him put down what he is doing and come over immediately." ”

"Yes."

Feng Qiao took out a small box made of metal from inside the stone wall, took out the pill inside, which was not worthy of water, closed his eyes and raised his head, and swallowed it. Feng Qiao immediately let out a long, terrible scream, his eyes glaring hard, his eyes as red as blood.

"What's wrong with you, are you okay?" The guard heard the voice and hurriedly asked anxiously.

Feng Qiao strongly pressed the bloody qi in his chest, and said with difficulty: "Go and call the emperor, go quickly!" ”

After Feng Qiao finished eating the Bone Transformation Pill, he turned around, picked up the hairpin that fell on the ground, and gently patted the dust off the hairpin, and the room was silent, only the sound of his palm slapping on the metal.

Something shattered forever, twisting the belly into a bloody blur. The Bone Turning Pill melted in Feng Qiao's body, climbing up the flesh and blood in his body, and everywhere he went, there was a sharp pain like burning blood and burning bones. He slowly moved back to the bed, his nails scratching at the wood at the head of the bed, scratching the thick oak to shreds, and then collapsed on the bed.

"Father! Father! ”

Qiuchen ran over in a panic, and heard him shouting before he entered the door.

Feng Qiao withdrew a trace of consciousness and sighed softly.

It's all so big, and he's still so frizzy, he's not around in the future, what should Qiuchen do......

With a clang, Qiuchen slammed open the door.

He saw the black blood at the door, and it fell all the way to the back room.

“…… W-What's going on! Father! ”

He stood at the door of the back room, looking incredulously at the man covered in blood on the bed, and in the few seconds he was standing, a large mouthful of blood came out of his mouth.

"Someone! Arrest all the people who delivered today's meals! Imprisoned in the Criminal Division, I personally review it! ”

"Ahem, cough, don't panic, you come in, I have something to say to you." Feng Qiao's weak voice came, as if he would lose his breath in the next second.

Qiuchen hurriedly ran over and grabbed his father's hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

The feeling that his loved ones were about to leave made him feel extremely panicked, he had lost his mother, and his father was his only relative in this world.

"Dad, who harmed you, my son will definitely avenge you!" Qiuchen's eyes were red, and he clutched his father's hand tightly. The trembling fingers showed that he was overwhelmed.

Feng Qiao was choked by blood and couldn't speak, so he could only shake his head effortlessly.

"Daddy...... Father...... What's wrong with you, don't you die, I'm afraid, my son is afraid, dad ......" Qiuchen was already scared to the extreme, and he didn't even care about the title.

He really didn't know what to do, Feng Qiao used to accompany him as a regent, teaching him how to be a good emperor. He finally ascended the throne, and his father collapsed as if he had completed the last thing in his life.

After that, his father was good and bad, but he could see him in front of him, so he was not so helpless. He no longer has a mother, and his father is here, which is still a consolation.

But now his father is almost gone, and no one has come to tell him what to do.

He learned all the ways to govern the country, but he didn't know how to keep his father.

"You...... Come here......" Feng Qiao said.

Qiuchen knelt on the bed and grabbed his father's hand, put his ear to his father's mouth, and listened carefully.

"Autumn ...... Chen, you're a good boy...... Me and your mother...... I'm proud of you...... Ahem, ahem! ”

Qiuchen hurriedly gave his father a smooth breath.

Feng Qiao coughed a few times and vomited out a few mouthfuls of black blood, and the Qiuchen he saw was shocking.

It was only then that he remembered to call the Imperial Doctor.

"Mrs. Doctor! Come to Taiyi! ”

Feng Qiao clenched his palms and shook his head, signaling that he didn't need to call the Imperial Doctor.

"Father, you don't have to worry, the imperial doctor will come in a while, you hold on."

Feng Qiao sighed softly, swallowed the black blood in his mouth, and said, "...... There is no cure for this medicine...... Your mother is ...... That's it...... It's just that I've been dragging my feet for a while to make the pain come a little more......"

Qiuchen was momentarily stunned. After his mother died, his father ordered the entire feudal kingdom to be burned, and even the raw materials were burned out, and he had never seen what the Bone Pill looked like since he woke up. Unexpectedly, the last one was in my father's hands.

"How could it be...... How so, father, why do you eat that kind of thing, why! Qiuchen finally couldn't help crying, the emperor, who had always been tough outside, was just a child in front of Feng Qiao.

"Because...... I wonder how much pain she is...... How desperate is it to wait for death...... This is what I owe her, and I will never pay it back......" Feng Qiao quietly looked at Qiuchen, whose eyebrows and eyes resembled phoenix feathers, and asked. "Where the hell are you...... I've been waiting for a long time...... I don't want to wait, Yu'er......"

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