A gust of summer rain took away the heat of summer, made the sultry days a little cooler, and washed the turbid dust in the center of the street.

In the early morning, when the dew gradually fell, the emperor got up and prepared to go to court.

As I walked, I felt that the weather was a little cold, and there was a faint trace of desolation and loneliness in my sunken eyes.

Under the blue sky, the old man sighed slightly: "It rained last night, and it was a little cold. ”

When the words fell, he coughed a few times.

Recently, I've been coughing more and more often.

Some cold eyes flashed helplessly, and smiled without warmth.

Xiao Dezi beside him couldn't help but look at the king and sighed for a while.

After this rain, I am used to the hot summer, and I only feel indescribably comfortable physically and mentally, but does the emperor feel a little cold......

Xiao Dezi raised his eyebrows, did not speak, and looked at this noble person for the first time, and gave birth to a trace of pity.

All the ministers stood on the court and waited respectfully, bowing their brows and bowing their heads, waiting for the arrival of the king.

The emperor slowly walked to the high position, sat on the dragon chair, coughed in a low voice, and said after a while: "Something to start, nothing to retreat." ”

The majestic voices have always been a little empty, and they are also listless when they look at them.

When the ministers saw him like this, they quietly made their own calculations in their hearts.

Someone in the hall played an old case, a county official embezzled and caused the people to suffer.

The emperor raised his eyes, a flash of light flashed in his cloudy eyes, and his expression was a little serious, if you ignore his slightly pale face.

"Then you will be ordered to investigate, and you must investigate this matter thoroughly."

The emperor's voice was sharp and serious, and finally seemed less morbid.

Yin Zhige, who had been looking at him, had a different color on his face, and then returned to calm, but his brows were furrowed, revealing his emotions.

"Stand down."

Some weak voices sounded, and the emperor seemed to remember something, and said, "The prince stays." ”

All the ministers withdrew.

Only father and son were left in the huge court.

There was some silence for a while, only a few low coughs from the emperor.

Yin Zhige looked at his father's slightly weak body, and moved his lips, "Father must protect his body." ”

The concern in the eyes is self-evident.

He didn't even know how long he was playing, and his father was like a teenager old.

In the past, he was full of energy and in his prime, as if it was just a play.

The emperor smiled, with a faint sadness.

Then he waved his hand indifferently, his eyes were a little cold, and he said in a deep voice.

"My body, I understand, is just a lingering breath now, and time is running out."

Yin Zhige swallowed his comforting words into his stomach, since he thought so himself, what did he mean by saying more?

Yin Zhige looked at his father seriously, as if he could no longer see the young emperor's ambition and youthful frivolity.

The rest is just maturity and indifference under the ruthless years.

The emperor coughed a few more times when he was silent, and then looked at him as if he were looking at another person through his face.

Yin Zhige knew that his father was looking at his mother.

The emperor's eyes were distant and deep, like a meandering river, with a stunned face.

"That's why I passed on the throne to you so early."

"In the future, you will ascend to this throne, replace me, continue to guide the mountains and rivers, and sit on the world."

The thin and shriveled hand slowly brushed the dragon chair, as if nostalgic for the aftertaste.

Yin Zhi Gomeran.

For a long time, he bowed to the one who was about to die.

"Yes, son...... Yes, sir. ”

The old man, who was dying, smiled with relief.

……

A sword and sword shadow.

A slightly bloody blood stained the man's face, and his eyes were cold with three points of blood and seven points, and he swung his sword again towards the enemy army.

Everywhere he went, there was a river of blood.

He has the old age and blood of the perennial battlefield, and the enthusiasm of a young man.

This is King Qin, the prince who became famous in a young war.

The knife fell in his hand, and there were seven or seven corpses in front of him, King Qin hooked his lips, his face was a little disdainful, and then ordered.

"Back to camp!"

When they arrived at the camp, a person with a face came with a news - the emperor was critically ill.

King Qin swept his eyes and recognized him.

It is the messenger of Nishikawa.

I was a little flustered in my heart, settled the million-strong army, and hurried to Xichuan alone.

About half a month later, a few horses died before King Qin arrived in Xichuan.

Looking at this familiar and unfamiliar city, his face was uncertain, he pursed his lips, and was silent all the way.

I went directly to the palace, showed my token, and walked straight to the emperor's bedroom.

He quietly pushed open the door, his face a little cautious. The iron-blooded warrior seemed to be doing this kind of thing for the first time, and he was a little at a loss.

The sound is low.

King Qin breathed a sigh of relief, the imperial brother should not have been woken up by himself.

King Qin tiptoed to the dragon bed, looking at the pale and skinny imperial brother, he was a little uncomfortable for a while.

He is used to seeing the emperor's younger brother look at the world and stand out from the crowd, and at this moment, facing such a terminally ill and quiet him, King Qin is a little confused.

At the same time, there was a pain in his heart, looking at his appearance, he really didn't dare to imagine that this was his imperial brother.

The half-month journey made him feel dark and blue, and he thought that he would not be able to return to the sky.

Countless times I expected that it could be saved, but now the appearance of the person who was so weak that he was powerless completely shattered his illusions.

After many years of fighting everywhere, King Qin has always recognized a sentence from the emperor's childhood - the eldest husband sheds blood without tears.

But now looking at the appearance of the emperor's brother, the iron-clad King Qin's eyes are a little red.

Watching him get closer and closer to death, he was in pain and helpless.

Like a ship that has lost its direction, it doesn't know where it ends, and it has forgotten where it came from.

The emperor with his eyes closed opened his cloudy eyes at some point, and looked at the appearance of King Qin, who he hadn't seen for a long time, with some surprise on his face.

smiled lightly, and was a little accusatory and spoiled: "Why did you come back without notice?" ”

Familiar voices, familiar people.

King Qin was stunned for a moment and didn't speak.

The emperor shifted his eyes to the faint dark green under his eyes, and the voice full of vicissitudes sounded again.

"That's it, seeing that you have never rested all the way, let's rest in the side hall first."

King Qin forced back the tears that were about to surge, and sighed slightly: "Yes." ”

"Shh

With a very small knock on the door, Yin Zhige quietly entered the room, looking at the two people, a little confused.

King Qin, who had been fighting for many years, did not let go of this subtle voice, and in the blink of an eye, he pulled out the matching sword he carried with him and headed towards Yin Zhige.

"Bold assassin, dare to cause trouble in the palace!"

He didn't expect that he seemed to come in like this......

Yin Zhige's face dodged this blow without changing his face, looking at the person with a raw face, his eyes were deep, and the curvature of the corners of his lips was a little cold.

"I should have said that."

He looked at King Qin, his eyes were indifferent and fearless, and there was some coercion in his speechlessness.

It was the coercion that belonged to the prince, and it collided with the iron-blooded aura on King Qin's body, which was not inferior in the slightest.

The two went back and forth, and they didn't find any similarity in their faces.