Ten years ago, on the Jinluan Palace, Luo Thorn stood opposite the Son of Heaven.

Jiayi's departure brought a lot of blows to the emperor. The originally high-spirited Son of Heaven showed a bit of vicissitudes in just one day.

The Son of Heaven held his head tremblingly, ignoring the image at all, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes. "That's what she said."

Luo Thorn nodded. It's the best way to do it.

She rarely remembers people outside of the story, but this family is an exception.

Huangzi Yan, that is, the current Ying Zheng, the grandson of Junyanghou, the son of the emperor, even if he is just an ordinary monk now, these two identities alone are enough to cause trouble for him.

“… Although I didn't save my mother back then, that person was always my father, and now he is seriously ill, but I can't serve as a son of man at the sickbed, so I can only chant day and night to wish him well. ”

I thought you'd want him to go to Bliss sooner...

Luo Jian looked at Ying Zheng, "How do you know that he doesn't want to be freed sooner, and he just wants to see you with that breath." ”

Ying Zai waved his hand, "After all, he is my father, how can he have such an idea..."Hearing the second half of the sentence, Ying Zai was stunned, lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "Don't joke with me." ”

Luo Jian looked at this duplicitous little monk and shook his head, "I never lie." ”

She did go to see the emperor.

He was as sick as the rumors had been made, and his panting could be heard throughout the hall. Riddled with illness, the whole person is no longer as majestic as it used to be, and only a precarious shell remains.

Seeing Luo Thorn, the emperor's cloudy eyes revealed a hint of hope. She was still the same as she had been ten years ago, like a delicate and languid cat, and he was already on the verge of death.

The emperor trembled and stretched out his hand to Luo Thorn, who approached, "You don't have the story I want to hear, and I don't want to save you." ”

The Emperor smiled wryly and shook his head, struggling to grasp Luo Thorn's hand.

Luo Thorn looked at the fingers that were shaped like a tree, and the slight pain in his hand made Luo Thorn frown.

Where did he get so much strength...

"I'd like to see her sooner... It's just that I can't rest assured. But just two words, the man on the bed was already panting.

Luo Thorn looked at the man on the sickbed, even the mighty emperor couldn't escape life, old age, sickness and death after all.

"With your current physical condition, you won't be able to see him at all, and besides, the current palace is not up to you." Luo Thorn stated the facts indifferently.

The Emperor gasped with difficulty and looked at Luo Thorn, "You, you must have a way, right?" ”

Luo Jian sighed lightly, "If you use your imperial qi as a medium to protect your soul, you can give it a try, I can't take it out, but I can still use the soul."

The emperor understood the meaning of Luo Thorn for a moment, and his hand was gradually loosened...

Luo Thorn suddenly remembered her conversation with the Son of Heaven ten years ago.

On the day that Huang Ziyan was sent to Changxiang Temple, this father was sad. Luo Thorn is willing to let him see Ying Zheng, but he actually thinks that he is still a father and a husband.

"In fact, since Yan'er was born, I had the idea of making him a prince..."

"But Jiayi doesn't want him to sit in that seat..."

"Their mother and son are the most cherished people in my life..."

"So I respect her opinion."

"She actually doesn't trust me in her heart, and she doesn't even want Yan'er to stay by my side..."

Luo Thorn was silent for a moment, "She... She thinks she's grateful to you. ”

"But that's not love."

"I always knew that she had someone else in mind, and I could give that person glory and wealth, as long as she could be happy, but I didn't allow him to get close to her, and this was my biggest concession." Luo Thorn still heard a sigh from today.