The old woman was half-lying on the bed weakly, surrounded only by a few palace maids and the chief eunuch Xiao Dezi. The beauty she was once proud of has been ruthlessly taken away by the years, and all that is left for her is an old body, frail and sickly and unable to move.

She didn't take any of them.

The harem is deserted.

And there were only a few people at the bedside before he died.

As a generation of empresses, this is ridiculous and pathetic.

She was 72 years old and stiff.

The palace maids around her lowered their eyebrows, everyone's faces were dead and gray, and their sad expressions deeply pierced Fengyue's eyes, and she suddenly smiled.

"Hah..."This laughter is like a trapped beast, squeezed out of its throat, indescribably weird.

The crowd looked at her with complexity.

Fengyue laughed more and more wildly.

Just laughed for a while, and then she began to cough violently, and sure enough, her body was not as good as when she was younger...

She really couldn't stand it.

"Your Majesty..."Xiao Dezi looked at her worriedly.

"Little Dezi, I... It's okay..."

Fengyue shook her head at him, she was not dressed now, her face was old and yellow, and the crow's feet showed the ugly marks left on her face by the years.

The green silk has already turned completely white, and it is piled up on the head in such a mess, which makes people frown.

She didn't care, just lay quietly on the bed, staring at the ceiling with vacant eyes.

She couldn't help but think:

Is there any meaning in this life?

Handle government affairs, day in and day out.

Every day is like a year.

There is no one around me to confide into.

It's just one word to be alive, tired.

The body is tired, and the heart is even more burdened.

When people get old, they start to think about the past.

Reminiscing about the past.

Her hands were stained with the blood of countless people.

It's the powerful, it's the war, it's the conspiracy.

Those enemies did not escape her grasp.

And she was finally retributed...

Now, she really has her life going short.

"Little Dezi, get me a pen and paper."

She commanded the chief eunuch weakly.

Xiao Dezi sighed and turned to leave.

"Go down, you all go, there's no need to be with someone who is dying, lest you feel very unlucky."

She looked at the ladies again.

"Your Majesty! Slaves don't go! ”

They spoke almost in unison.

Fengyue was silent and continued to stare at the ceiling.

It didn't take long for Xiao Dezi to get a pen and paper.

With the support of the palace maid, Fengyue sat up from the bed tremblingly, her breathing was a little heavy.

It was a little difficult to hold the pen, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered, and her eyesight was not as clear as before when she was old, and she looked at the paper in front of her blurry.

She clenched her grip on the pen, and the pen trembled a little.

But she didn't stop and wrote seriously.

Fengyue wrote the last period, and the pen fell weakly from her hand, falling on the bed to stir up the pen and ink.

The black color contrasts with the yellow dragon bed.

She passed away silently.

Everyone in the dormitory wept silently and wailed.

Xiao Dezi burst into tears, picked up the paper with trembling movements, and when his eyes touched the contents, his tears poured out like a tide, and he couldn't hold it back.

"White Head Yin"

It is as white as snow on the mountain, and as bright as the moon between the clouds.

Wen Jun has two intentions, so he decided to break up.

Today's wine fight, Mingdan ditch head.

On the ditch, the ditch water flows from east to west.

Sad and miserable, there is no need to cry when you get married.

I wish to have one heart, and the white head will not be separated.

The bamboo pole is curling, and the fish tail is curling.

Men are heavy-minded, why use money knives.

He looked down and saw an off-topic sentence:

Shin, I'm coming for you.