Han Chong looked at the lord in front of him with some disbelief-the death knell of Sanxitang had just sounded, and the new emperor had died in less than a month after taking office, and now was the sensitive time.

At this time, lead the troops to rush over......

"The crown prince and empress may be in danger," Heng Yuanjun looked at Han Chong, "We must go and take a look." ”

Han Chong frowned slightly.

Although he didn't understand where Heng Yuanjun's judgment came from, he immediately replied "I understand".

In fact, Heng Yuanjun couldn't explain this reason to Han Chong.

Because it wasn't until nightfall tonight, when he heard that the courtiers had dispersed and only the prince and the queen were left in the Sanxi Hall, a terrible conjecture suddenly floated in Heng Yuanjun's mind.

As soon as this conjecture came to mind, it took up all his energy and left him with no mind to do anything else.

Heng Yuanjun has not really come into contact with King Gong, or Emperor Qitai, but this man has been broken, disassembled, reconstructed, and analyzed countless times on his sand table.

For Emperor Qitai, Heng Yuanjun did not have any sympathy. He is too cowardly, if it weren't for the assistance of Jun Ping and several old ministers behind him, he would not have been able to get to where he is today anyway.

But when the cowardly suddenly turns over and holds the hottest authority in the world...... The fear and anxiety caused by not being able to take on the heavy responsibilities are secondary......

The worst thing is that no one can fill a selfish heart that has been suppressed for a long time and is unconscious.

……

Heng Yuanjun originally thought that another fierce battle awaited him in front of him, but when he came to the front of the Sanxi Hall, he suddenly realized that there would be no more battles tonight - the mausoleum guards were still loyally guarding every entrance, but the strong smell of blood had already drifted out of the courtyard of Sanxi Hall with the wind.

It seems that everything is over.

The mausoleum keeper blocked Heng Yuanjun's way, he reported his identity, and then stood outside the door, waiting for the passage of the mausoleum keeper.

After a few moments, the mausoleum keeper got out of the way, but blocked Han Chong, who was accompanying him.

Heng Yuanjun didn't think much about it, and ordered Han Chong to wait in place, and then he quickly stepped over the threshold here.

By the light of the moon, Heng Yuanjun saw the front yard strewn with corpses—these were eunuchs dressed in the robes of close servants, each with a different head, their heads cut off and placed in their hands, their exposed skin almost covered in blood and wounds.

This cruelty was far beyond Heng Yuanjun's expectations.

The door to the main hall of Sanxido is ajar.

It's a little too quiet.

There was no crying, no wailing, no whispering from the palace people, everything was lost in the dead silence of the deep blue night.

He pushed open the door and saw the outhouse of the main hall in disarray.

The tables and chairs were overturned, and the ground was covered with unknown fragments - there was colored glass, there was white porcelain, Heng Yuanjun stepped on them, and there was a crisp sound of the fragments being crushed under his feet.

Walking here, he finally saw a faint figure in the inner room, the thin back kneeling on the ground, it seemed to be Chen Yicong.

“…… Your Highness? ”

No response.

There was no light in the room, but Hengyuan-kun's eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness here.

He continued to walk slowly in, until he saw the familiar figure lying in Chen Yicong's arms-Heng Yuanjun was stunned for a while.

It was so quiet here, so quiet that people were a little uncertain whether the person lying in Chen Yicong's arms was asleep or fainted.

But this scene had already made Heng Yuanjun a little unsteady, he immediately held on to the high chair on the side, and his eyes did not leave the figure in Chen Yicong's arms for a moment.

Heng Yuanjun thought about all kinds of slim possibilities, until he saw Zhen's left hand hanging on the ground.

On the ring finger and little finger of the left hand, there were broken, bloody nails.

Chen Yicong sat there motionless.

The jade crown on his head has long since fallen to where it fell, and his long hair has been completely spread out and hung down to his waist.

The boy exhaled slowly, then turned his head.

The moonlight poured in through the open hall window and shone on Chen Yicong's body, allowing Heng Yuanjun to see his face clearly.

A face covered in splattered blood.

"You're late." Chen Yicong's voice was hoarse and his eyes were indifferent.

……

Until the last moment of his life, Zhen did not drink the cup of poisonous wine.

Under the melodious bronze bell in the outer courtyard, Chen Yicong saw his mother struggling to knock over the candlestick and knock down the table...... The poisoned liquor eventually spilled on the ground.

Although all this struggle did not help, only brought more unseemly and more intense suffering, the mother resisted to the end.

She would never choose to die quietly and silently.

Now the mother lying in her arms still has a painful expression.

Chen Yicong thought in a trance that this might be her last disobedience.

The fierce noise in the room finally attracted the attention of the mausoleum keeper, but it was too late, and the dagger that had once rested against her mother's neck finally pierced her heart.

Chen Yicong didn't wait for these eunuchs to be poisoned, and directly stabbed all the murderers - it's a pity that the person who should have died in his hands has already died in the hands of God first.

So he returned to Sanxi Hall, lifted his mother from the cold ground, and held her in his arms.

Just like the countless summer nights when I was a child, my mother used to hold herself like this.

Chen Yicong also wanted to hum some songs, just like Zhen used to hum to him before going to bed when he was a child, but unfortunately he didn't remember a single one.

Time seemed to stand still.

The light on all sides slowly brightened, and the surrounding sounds slowly became noisy. Chen Yicong heard some voices behind him, with chaotic footsteps, sad cries, helpless sighs, and chattering comfort......

The voices seemed to come from across a rushing river, and he couldn't hear what the men were saying, and he didn't care what they were saying.

It was dawn, and the mother did not wake up.

But he wanted to wait.

……

Early that morning, when Bai Ling rubbed her eyes and walked into the courtyard to wash, she suddenly found that Wei Shixi was leaning against the wall outside, seemingly asleep.

"Fourteen?" Bai Ling approached and gently nudged Wei XIV's arm.

Wei XIV opened his eyes almost immediately.

"Why are you sleeping here," Bai Ling whispered, "I'm going to catch a cold." ”

Wei Shixi pinched the bridge of his nose, "I stood here in the morning and thought about things for a while, but I fell asleep...... I have news for you. ”

"What?"

"Emperor Qitai has died," Wei XIV said in a low voice, "just last night." ”

Bai Ling lowered her eyes - she already knew this, and last night's bell had probably spread the news throughout Pingjing.

"News came from the palace this morning," Wei XIV continued, "the queen could not bear the blow, and immediately after the emperor's death, she committed suicide in martyrdom. ”

Bai Ling suddenly became sleepy, and stood there for a long time to digest - she remembered the last time she saw Zhen.

Thinking of Zhen's gentleness and determination, he smiled calmly.

In the interval of taking care of Emperor Qitai day and night, she even read Li Yuan's "Mountains and Rivers Record" in the side hall.

Can't take the blow?

Martyrdom and death?

"Impossible...... Bai Ling's hand suddenly tightened the corner of his clothes, "That lady will never do this." ”

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