Chapter 1283: Depression in the Heart
Shen Changan had a bad premonition in his heart, he knew Bai Anyan too well. This person, if Gu Chongyue is fine, he will definitely swear to him, let him rest assured, and then let him ascend to that position.
Can......
Shen Changan panicked.
I was about to run out in a hurry.
Bai Anyan knelt in front of him: "Lord, the whereabouts of the princess are still being found, but everyone is waiting for you, after so many years of accumulation and so many years of preparation, are you planning to come to naught because of this matter?"
You're not alone, and you're responsible for those of us.
Rajah. ”
Bai Anyan's attitude was sincere.
Shen Changan was silent when he saw himself in the picture.
These men bow down to themselves, and these men praise their goodness. The anxiety in my heart cannot be hidden. Shen Changan couldn't help but want to block his uncomfortable chest, but found that he was just a touch of consciousness now.
I can only feel the sadness of the people in this picture.
Suddenly he didn't want to look any further.
Can...... The picture doesn't stop.
At the end of the prostration, he became emperor. He always wanted to be the emperor.
When he returned to the palace, everything he saw made him almost lose consciousness in an instant. The people in the palace died cleanly. In the backyard, his eyes were full of wounded people.
It was his love.
It's someone he wants to protect with his whole life.
Shen Changan only felt that the people who were in pain were in a trance. It was as if something was broken in my heart.
Why?
I just planned and pretended to be designed by the Four Emperor Brothers, why did it become like this?
"King, lord, you mourn."
None of the people who followed him back dared to speak. Only Bai Anyan said in a low voice.
"Condolences?" Shen Changan listened to himself in the picture, his voice was hoarse, and he glanced at Bai Anyan with inorganic eyes: "You come to teach me, how can you mourn?" ”
Bai Anyan knelt down, not daring to speak.
Shen Changan hugged the person into his arms, but the blood stains couldn't be wiped away.
He wanted the man to say one more word, just a word.
"The king's child should have been born, right?" Shen Changan heard his own voice.
Everything in my head belongs to myself in this picture.
For the first time in his life, Shen Changan knew what regret was. Why, why come and see this thing! Why, why come to Baiyun Temple!
He only felt that his whole body was going crazy, but when the picture turned, he turned to the tombstone.
Coldly watching his other self hurt himself.
There was a hint of happiness in my heart. In this way, the heart will not hurt so much.
When the picture ended, Shen Changan's consciousness returned to the meditation room, and suddenly a huge pain swept over. Physical and mental.
The tears in the phoenix's eyes couldn't help but fall.
Outside, the abbot also shook his head when he listened to Shen Changan's crying.
Sometimes, it's unfortunate to know something you shouldn't know.
Shen Changan only felt that his chest was very tight, and he even didn't know how he had returned to the palace in a trance.
"Lord, are you back? The princess's hairpin hasn't been made yet, and the minions have already ...... the materials."
Before the housekeeper finished speaking, Shen Changan vomited a mouthful of blood.
Frightened, the housekeeper suddenly panicked: "King, prince? Come! Call the doctor! Hurry up! ”