Because Jun Chenmo suddenly fainted, the palace was so busy that he was dizzy, and the emperor was afraid that Jun Chenmo would have another accident, so he hurriedly called the imperial doctor in a panic.

Jun Chenmo was lying in the dormitory, his face was pale, almost no blood at all, his once handsome and unparalleled face was now covered by stubble, and the vicissitudes of life were not in shape, which made people feel distressed.

The imperial physician put his hand on Jun Chenmo's wrist, carefully sensed his pulse, frowned, and after a while, his brows stretched out again, and the imperial physician withdrew Jun Chenmo's hand into the futon, straightened up and saluted the emperor, and said.

"Back to the emperor, the prince is just cold into the body, coupled with excessive worry, it will lead to sudden fainting, only need careful conditioning, rest and recuperate for a few days, you can recover, the emperor does not have to worry too much."

Only then did the emperor's clenched fist loosen, and he finally felt at ease, he could no longer withstand the blow that came at him again.

"I know, you go down first."

"Wechen retired."

After retiring from the imperial doctor, the emperor sat lightly on the edge of Jun Chenmo's bed, bowed his head and looked at Jun Chenmo with a solemn expression, for the emperor, what has happened in the past few days makes him look like he is ten years older.

For his son, it was like losing his soul.

He didn't know how to persuade Jun Chenmo, human love was indescribable.

For some people, love is just happy when you get it, and sad when you lose it, such a simple thing, but for others, losing someone you will never forget, is like burning your heart.

Jun Chenmo has grown up beside him since he was a child, others don't know his character, can he not know?

Jun Chenmo is just like his mother, if he falls in love with someone, he will only look at that person to death, and no persuasion from anyone will help.

Now, Bei Xiaoqi has gone, and Jun Chenmo's heart and soul have followed her.

The emperor stretched out his hand and carefully covered the corners of Jun Chenmo, he was only worried that his son would be in a state of collapse after this incident, and he would not be as unparalleled in the world as he was at the beginning.

"Ahem..."

Jun Chenmo on the bed suddenly coughed, startling the emperor, and quickly asked with concern.

"You woke up Mo'er, you feel fine, but what's wrong?"

Although Jun Chenmo woke up, he didn't say anything, his face was pale, his eyes were motionless and he only stared at the place in front of him, as if his soul had been drained away, as if he hadn't heard the emperor's question at all.

When the emperor saw him like this, he had nothing to say for a while.

After a while, Jun Chenmo suddenly shook his head silently, as if he had put down something extremely important, or maybe he hadn't thought about letting it go at all.

"Father, let Xiao Qi go to the ground for peace." After that, Jun Chenmo closed his eyes tightly, and didn't want to say anything more.

The emperor was shocked when he heard this, thinking that Jun Chenmo had finally figured it out, and wanted to say a few more words to Jun Chenmo, but Jun Chenmo suddenly turned his back to him, so that he couldn't see the look on Jun Chenmo's face clearly.

"Father, I want to be alone and quiet."

A person who suddenly lost his loved one can't be forced too hard, at least Jun Chenmo is willing to talk to him now, and the emperor believes that the day when he will get out of this relationship is not far away.

"Then you can rest well."

The emperor didn't know what to do, so he shook his head, turned around and walked out of Jun Chenmo's bedroom, leaving Jun Chenmo alone, hoping that he could figure it out by himself.

Jun Chenmo in the house was not resting as the emperor thought, he turned around, his back to everything in the house, but his eyes were deadly open.

He couldn't close his eyes, he was afraid, as soon as he closed his eyes, all that came to his mind was Bei Xiaoqi's face, the way she smiled, the way she was naughty and playing with him, the way she was angry, the way she was emotional, and the way she only had herself in her eyes.

Jun Chenmo couldn't control herself from thinking about Bei Xiaoqi at all, she was like a breeze, pervasive, deeply rooted and stopped in her mind.

She was like a light, shining through his whole world, and now she left without looking back, leaving him with only boundless darkness.

Without her, he can endure the darkness of his world, and after her, he can no longer bear a trace of darkness.

Jun Chenmo struggled to get up, not wanting to stay on this sickbed for a long time, he knew that he was not suffering from a serious illness, and now he was only suffering from one disease.

That is, longing becomes a disease.

Jun Chenmo walked to the bookcase, prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, looked serious and serious, and sketched on the paper one by one.

That is, the time when Bei Xiaoqi got along with him, he wanted to record it with paper and pen, Jun Chenmo didn't want that one day he would forget Bei Xiaoqi's appearance, and forget the happiest time with her.

On the painting, a man and a woman are chasing and playing, frolicking and playing, the woman is smiling but has an indescribable cunning, which makes people unable to take their eyes off, curious that there is such a beautiful woman in this world, and the man who was molested by the woman was also not angry at all, and waited calmly to see the woman play tricks on herself, which was very indulgent.

Just a painting depicts the affection vividly, which is enough to see that the author is in a deep mood. It's just that this affection can never be passed on to the people he loves.

Time flies, and it is the day when Junchen Zhong asks for beheading.

The autumn in the city is getting stronger, the coolness is bursting, and the day becomes defenseless.

In the past few days, Jun Chenmo has been in the palace every day, and he has never taken a step, the palace people dare not disturb Jun Chenmo, and the emperor has nothing to do with him.

Until today, Jun Chenmo finished washing and walked out of the door of the dormitory in decent clothes. He wanted to see Jun Chenzhong's blood flowing all over the ground, and his head was in a different place.

On the execution ground.

It was the height of the noon sun, but suddenly there was a gust of cloudy wind, and I don't know which unjust souls who died in vain also came to watch this execution.

Jun Chenzhong was locked in a prison car, and on the way to come, he didn't know how many people had thrown rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs, and the whole person was ragged, exuding an indescribable smell, and even the dog was unwilling to take a step closer to him.

Today's Jun Chenzhong has long since lost his extraordinary and chic appearance.

The adult who was incarcerating knew the seriousness of this matter, not to mention that the eldest prince was there to watch the execution, and he was even more nervous and did not dare to make a mistake.

The official who escorted Jun Chenzhong all the way was probably used to seeing this kind of scene, and without saying a word, he escorted Jun Chenzhong to the execution ground.

Although Jun Chenzhong was suppressed and staggered step by step, he still did not change his stubbornness, and shouted at the official messenger violently: "Bold! Do you know who I am? I'm the prince! ”

The officials turned a deaf ear, thinking that at this time, they knew that they were the prince, why didn't they want to think about the emperor or your father when they rebelled.

"I'm deaf, I can't hear me, are they! Hurry up and let me go! Otherwise, I won't be able to spare you! ”

Jun Chenzhong was still making a fuss: "I'm the prince!" I tell you, none of you can touch me! ”

But now, who cares what he says.