Lin Feng dragged his tired body towards the former palace, with a relieved smile on his face, but he felt uncomfortable in the bottom of his heart.

Under the big tree, the leaves are scattered, falling sparsely, a depressed scene.

He stood facing the tree, his hands in his hands, his robe gently blown by the wind.

Tonight's style was extraordinarily harsh, and his body shook uncontrollably.

Lowering his eyes, his hands exposed to his eyes, his eyes were blood-red.

What exactly did he do?

The rain gradually dropped, wetting his eyes, and the water was hazy, and the drops of water slid down the tip of his nose and fell to his jaw, and finally disappeared into the placket of his clothes, never to disappear again.

The rain brought a biting chill that seeped through the heart, and finally flowed all over the limbs. There was nothing left in the air except for the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves, choked and suppressed small cries, and nothing else.

He felt cold to the bone, cold all over his body. Consciousness gradually blurred, and her sweet smile was in front of her, and then her mournful gaze.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Only this last voice remained in his ears, and his hand subconsciously grasped it, as if it was holding the last straw.

"Ayan... I'm only left with you..."

He muttered alone like a child, and gradually fell silent.

"Your Highness..."

Her hand reached into its forehead, but it was hot.

She wanted to move his body to a place where there was no rain, but the man's body was too heavy, so she had to give up.

The raindrops slapped on his face bit by bit, mercilessly, as if punishing, and each one more ferocious.

His face was covered with rain, and she smelled the salty smell in the air, and for a moment her heart was choked by an invisible hand, which made her almost out of breath.

She could only pull him under the tree as best she could, holding his body with her hands.

She bit her lip, her hair was messy, her eyes blinked, but she couldn't drive away the ruthlessness of the rain, and her vision gradually blurred. It's just that his subordinates moved a little faster, and their lips were bitten a little red.

Her unpowdered face looks even more colorful, biting her lip like a small grass in early spring, let the wind and rain sweep, still vibrant, bringing vitality to people.

The thin figure dragged his large, feeble body toward the tree.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and on my arms was the coolness of the rain flowing through the green tendons, but I had a bottom in my heart, and I would not be uneasy with my heart.

Standing still for a moment, the raindrops slapped on the leaves, and the flower bones on the leaves poked their heads out silently.

She turned back in three steps, gritted her teeth, and then ran forward, leaving only one person under the tree.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was getting louder and louder. The flower of the probe was ruthlessly strangled to life, and finally broke away from the tree, as if the most beautiful thing in the heart did not belong to him after all, but only a moment of warmth.

"Hurry up, people are ahead!" These words rang in his ears, as if someone was coming towards him, rushing towards him.

The corners of his mouth were a mournful smile, and in his eyes were imprisoned tears, refusing to flow down.

With a bang, a thunderbolt came over his head, but it was a blow that hit the tree on his head.

The rain was pouring down on his face, and his body was cold, and he fell into a deep sleep.

"Your Highness..."

The woman's face was pale, and the tree was struck by lightning, and black smoke was emitting, burning people's eyes.

"Hurry up, send His Highness back to the palace!" All of them were frightened, and the thunder was a little away from him.

The people who followed him helped him up, and then he carried him on his back and went to the palace of Nianxi.

He Yan dreamed a lot tonight, disturbing her one by one and couldn't sleep, the dreams were all about Shen Jing, but it was just a nightmare, maybe she just couldn't accept it.

She looked up at the sky outside, and a thunderbolt struck, carrying the blue-purple lightning.

There was a noisy sound of rain in my ears, and I was annoyed in my heart.

Her right eyelid jumped, making her even more uncomfortable, and she was restless, as if something was going to happen.

It was as if it was just yesterday since the last eyelid jump, when the sky was red, and the two of them were extremely red when they met, but they never thought that the next time they met would be the last time.

"Your Highness, where have you been?" She got up and went out, only to find that there seemed to be no one in the palace, and her face was puzzled, but she just stood quietly aside.

She walked outside the palace of the present and the past, the palace road was pitch black, the lamp lit by the plaque earlier had been extinguished, and the wind was passing by in her ears, which was so quiet that it made people tremble.

She shuddered and wanted to go to the palace again. In her heart, the Present and Past Palace is the place she can rely on the most. No matter what he did to her, she believed in him in her heart, a kind of trust in her bones.

Beside her, however, she happened to pass by in a hurry, and she seemed to find a little light in the darkness.

"Father-in-law, what happened?" In the darkness of the night, she could only vaguely glance at his clothes, and nothing else.

"Girl..." There was some gloom on his eyebrows, but when he remembered the person in front of him, the displeasure on his face all dissipated, and only the joy on his face remained, quietly hidden in the night.

"Girl, the emperor has died..." He lowered his voice, still the same flattering voice.

"What?!" She cried out in surprise.

As if to confirm what he said, the mournful voice echoed in the air.

"Huhuhu~~Huhu~~" The wind gradually became stronger, as if trying to envelop the sound.

Only then did she react, could it be that the people in the palace rushed over?

The eunuch bowed to her, and then went to the place where sorrow and joy were playing.

She wanted to follow his footsteps with her front feet, and there were several figures in front of her.

"Girl, why did you come out?" The woman's sharp eyes recognized He Yanlai.

"What are you?"

She vaguely saw that they were carrying a person, and it seemed to be a familiar figure.

"It's Your Highness!" Only then did the palace maid react and let them carry the person inside.

"What's wrong with him?"

She followed them, and as far as her eyes could see, the drops of water dripping from his sleeves, ticking to her heart.

I haven't seen him all morning, how did he become like this?

It's not that she scolded too harshly, but he ruined her happiness, how could she easily forgive him? Besides, she can't even forgive herself! She was angry with him, and she was actually angry with herself.

She knew his helplessness, but hated him for not reporting what he knew. It's like giving you hope and ruthlessly destroying it, it's a rollercoaster ride, and your mood suddenly falls to the bottom.

Now with the demise of the emperor, it seems that everything is changing, and her ruthlessness drifts into the distance little by little with his dissipation.

Thinking about it, he was very good to himself, and even regarded the child in her womb as his own son.

She didn't think about life outside the palace, where all the people she loved were dying one by one, and every place was like a sad place.

Her sister's wish is nothing more than a motivation for her to continue to live. It's not that she didn't understand it before, she just didn't want to understand it. In the past, she wondered if she really fulfilled her wish, would she ever see her again?

Now she just wants to live quietly with the child in her womb. She knew that Lin Feng was good to herself, and she would also be good to her children. If he has a favorite person in the future, she will definitely bless him without hesitation, after all, he is a person like herself.

She came to his bed, and looked at his haggard face, but she felt a little distressed.

"You go to boil hot water, you go to get a clean cloth on the table, you go and prepare dry clothes..."

"Why didn't the girl ask for a doctor?"

"The current situation is not suitable for extraneous branches... Let's boil some ginger soup! ”

She commanded to go down, and then sat down in front of the bed.

His wet robe lay quietly on the ground, and she took the dry cloth handed by the palace maid and wiped it for him, wanting to make him comfortable.

She helped him up through them, wiping his upper body for him, and the hot temperature reached the palm of her hand.

"Girl..." He Yan took it from them in the same way.

The wind and rain broke free and came into the house, and the windows were blown open and were gently ringing.

After feeding the last bite of ginger soup, she felt a little more tired on her face.

"Girl, your body..."

"All right, go and rest! If anyone comes, remember that Your Highness is very sad and sick. Everything will be fine when it is dawn! ”

She let out a long breath, and all the sadness in her body seemed to dissipate with the arrival of the warm sun, and the starry sky in the night.

She looked at him, and only then did she have time to calm down.

When she wiped him just now, she could see the "peak" on his right shoulder at a glance, but it was the same place as the scar on her back.

You say that we are so similar that we will not be separated from each other in the future, okay? You accompany me, I accompany you. This endless night is never too lonely.

Smoothing his brow with his hand, his hand subconsciously hugged hers. As soon as she tried to break free, the tighter he hugged him, the more she smiled.

That's it, she thinks insecure. She likes to find a place to hug when she sleeps, giving her heart a sense of stability. He was like her, and one thought after another came to his mind, and then he scattered.

Maybe he's himself in another world, and everything seems to make sense. He loved her, in fact, he loved himself. And she didn't love him, she just wanted to find that place of redemption, and in the end she found it, but in the end she abandoned that person.

"None of this is possible, is it?"

She seemed to be speaking to him, and like to herself.

When he gradually settled down, he went to bed, lay on his side, looked at his back, and called softly: "Good night!" ”

Due to the fatigue and the fact that she was pregnant, her eyelids were so heavy that she could no longer lift them, and the only sound in the air was the sound of her breathing.

The person beside her quietly opened his eyes and turned to face her.

He had an undissipated blush on his face, as if he were drunk.

"What's impossible? You're just worrying too much! ”

He raised the quilt for her a little, and then looked at her quietly, drawing her face little by little with his gaze.

Gradually, with her into the dreamland.

Tonight's autumn rain is bleak, and the wind has subsided.

The scattered leaves slowly huddle together, waiting for the dawn...