There was a white mist floating in the room, accompanied by a strong smell of medicine.

The air in this area is bitter.

Everyone will subconsciously have a wrinkled nose and hold their breath when they go in.

It seems that everyone else is busy, except for the seriously ill old man lying on the bed.

Of course, if you take a closer look at the actions of each of them, one obvious fact is revealed:

It's all in a hurry.

The Imperial Physicians hurriedly discussed new treatments—everyone knew that it was useless to do anything at this point, and if he wasn't the lord, they would have let their families prepare for the aftermath long ago;

The chief eunuch was busy lecturing the palace people, teaching them how to take care of them in order to make the lord feel more comfortable;

Several young men and women in brocade clothes sat together, their expressions were worried, and they seemed to be harmonious.

And as the focus of everyone's attention, Ye Shaoyang pursed his lips tightly, not wanting a painful snort pouring out of his mouth, he was covered in sweat, but no palace person dared to come up and wipe him.

In his lifetime, he ascended the throne under the support of him at a young age, reigned for about 70 years, and had two queens, and now he has three men and three women alive under his knees.

It is said that he is a long-lived man, but now, everyone is waiting for him to go on the road.

The crown prince is very good and has the ability to govern this country, he should have left with peace of mind, but how to say it, they are all looking forward to his death, but he can't swallow this breath! Wide-eyed, unsure of what to wait for.

The air became moist.

The cacophony in his ears subsided, and he subconsciously tried to roll his eyes.

Behind the curtain.

He saw a graceful figure, accompanied by a fragrance.

It won't be the queen, even if it's the successor, she is already old, and she is a lot more bloated than her.

Looking at the figure, it doesn't look like any young concubine.

"......" His heart was beating hard, and he tried hard to ask her, who are you?

It's a pity that only ho-ho weird sounds can be squeezed out of his throat.

A white jade hand lifted the curtain.

He looked stupid.

This face, he recognized, always appeared in his dreams, who was she!

"Qingling ......"

The visitor smiled slightly, and said in a tone of talking to the old man: "I should have come to see you, but I didn't dare to come at that time." ”

I'm not called Qingling, he thought.

The woman seemed to be talking to herself, and she knew that he could not answer now.

"Because I didn't live that love affair by myself, I didn't figure it out. I went home and was free, but I still hated you at the time, and if I were to see you again, I might still want to gouge out my eyes, and I might even scold you with the most vicious words. ”

The more Ye Shaoyang listened, the more confused he became.

Perhaps, she is looking for the wrong person.

He was not interested in the story of this woman and the "Qingling" in her mouth.

He's dying, so what's the use of knowing more.

After going down, a bowl of Meng Po soup poured into his stomach, what else could he remember?

Besides, he shouldn't have much to do with a fairy-like person.

The old man opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of turbidity, tired, and the sound was like a sigh.

She was still talking;

"But I once fell in love with you, and if I went out of my way to insult you, I would have insulted myself."

"Now, I've thought it through."

She looked down at him.

The eyes are clear as water.

There was no disdain and disgust for his dying old state, nor the hatred she had spoken of before.

She bent her eyebrows, and the corners of her lips were curled, but she was not close.

It's like the statues of the gods enshrined on the desk, and when you see most of the gods always bend the corners of their mouths, you think that it is goodwill, a blessing.

In fact, it was God's mercy.

And this mercy is also sketched by the imagination of the world.

God is far away from the world, as it is now, she laughs in front of Him, but in her eyes He is no different from those ordinary people who pray for protection all day long.

He was an immortal, or an emperor, or a bad old man who was about to die.

It's all the same.

And in his eyes, she was gradually coated with a halo, the golden light pierced his eyes, and he faintly heard the light sound of water in his ears - a person is dying, he can be psychic, he will see things that he can't see as an ordinary person, and hear unusual sounds.

He seems to understand, she is indeed an immortal, and an immortal should not recognize the wrong person.

Could it be that Qingling is his previous life...... If this is the case, the intermittent and intermittent memories in his mind seem to be right.

The old man sighed again, his cloudy eyes seemed to be clearer, and he was more energetic.

He sat up and stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes, meticulously, for the sake of decency.

"I went to break the marriage line yesterday." Shen Yin said calmly.

It's not the marriage she once had with Qingling.

Rather, she will never let anyone stand by her side again.

Ye Shaoyang was a little confused again.

He nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

"Your immortal body has been destroyed, and I will now bring you the merits accumulated in the past to subdue demons and eliminate demons, Sister Ah said, this is a reward for protecting all living beings in your previous life."

She pressed a golden ball of light to the center of his brow.

Most of it was absorbed by him, and the remaining small half was swept by her, and she threw it outside, and it flew straight into the clouds.

Let this merit turn into a good rain and nourish today's Yedu.

Shen Yin's words changed: "But you mistakenly believed in the wicked, and almost ruined my Taoism, you should be punished." ”

But he didn't say how to punish him.

"Ah......h

But she retreated.

A curtain separated the sides, the same as before she came.

"Go, the hour has come."

Ye Shaoyang's hand that had just closed the edge of the curtain trembled suddenly!

After all, he is still a person, and he is still afraid of death.

Si Ming Xingjun stood aside with the book, and when her words were over, Xingjun showed her the page that belonged to Ye Shaoyang's reincarnation.

Hearing that she had finished his life and death merits, the round-faced judge came up and asked the black and white envoy to help the ignorant old man up, and said with a smile:

"This, please!"

……

The old man on the bed sat cross-legged on the pillow upright.

Although the upper body is just a bright yellow bedclothes, it was smoothed by his own hands, and the eyes were slightly closed, and there was a majesty of his own, which made people dare not make a mistake.

At this time, the noise of the room returned.

The people who have been immobilized do not know that they have been stolen for a while, and continue their previous busyness by inertia.

Soon, they noticed something strange behind the curtain.

Didn't breathe.

Your Majesty is in heaven.

Airplanes! The death knell rings in my heart at this moment.

A sharp cry shouted the news of the death of the king, and rows of people fell to their knees, and white flowers and paper flags were made everywhere as if by magic...... I really prepared in advance.

Honglian dismantled the bundle of immortal ropes, pinched the stealth technique and floated in the sky to watch, and dragged the dishonest Chixiao in her hand.

Suddenly, a cold liquid spilled on the foreheads of the two of them.

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