Pang Lijie turned his back to the man in black, wiped the white jade wrench in his hand, and smiled with a wrinkle on his face.

"Okay, let's go down and get the reward."

"Yes!"

The man in black got up and left, taking away the faint smell of blood in the room.

"Someone—"

"The minions are here!"

The man guarding the door walked into the room.

"Go and ask the young lady to come over."

"Yes, the minion will go."

……

"Madam, would it be good to bring this pair of agate emerald earrings today?"

Su Rou stood with Song Yihuan's hand stretched out and asked out loud.

"Hmm."

Song Yihuan looked at the bronze mirror in front of him, saw the earrings in Su Rou's hand, and spoke casually.

She looked away and looked at Chu Shuolan who was leaning on the bed through the bronze mirror.

Today he was unwell, and he woke up later than her.

After Su Rou finished combing her hair, Chu Shuolan slowly got up, and then kept looking at her, but he didn't make a sound, but his face was not very good-looking.

Su Rou put earrings on Song Yihuan and stepped aside meekly: "Madam, it's okay." ”

Looking at the hairstyle in the bronze mirror, the decoration on the head, and the makeup, Song Yihuan slowly got up and walked towards the bed not far away.

During this time, Chu Shuolan's face was as gentle as before, and his eyes looking at Song Yihuan were also very gentle.

But all this could not hide the tiredness and paleness on his face.

Song Yihuan walked up to him and sat down, and said softly: "Your face is not very good-looking, do you want to invite Qi Shu to come over?"

Her voice was gentle, and there was obvious concern in her words.

Chu Shuolan reached out to hold her hand and shook his head gently: "It's an old problem, it'll be fine in a few days." ”

He knew that even if he called Qi Shu over, it would be useless, so he could only endure it.

Every time he was poisoned, he would have an omen.

It's the same this time.

When he wasn't in a good mood last night, he knew that he was about to face toxins, and his physical discomfort also made him anxious.

An old problem, listening to Song Yihuan's ears changed the taste.

He knew that Chu Shuolan had been used to it for more than ten years.

But the heart still couldn't help but sink.

Her heart was pounding.

All kinds of feelings made her clearly understand that she was distressing the young man in front of her.

How unfair fate is, he was born noble and had an extraordinary background, but unfortunately he was killed by gangsters, and he had to endure the painful torture of poisonous hair all his life.

Even if he dies, he will die in extreme pain.

Song Yihuan still remembers the afterword of "Sheng Shimou".

Since his accession to the throne, Chu Shuolan, the Emperor of Northern Yan, has reformed various regulations for the people of the world, creating a prosperous era of Northern Yan, and is called the Great Emperor of Northern Yan by later generations.

He is the only emperor in the Northern Yan Kingdom who has never established a queen and has no concubines in the harem.

Until he died, he was alone.

There is such a description in the book, which impressed Song Yihuan even more.

Chu Shuolan was lying on the dragon couch covered in blood, and the blood in his mouth was oozing out little by little, this change was shocking, and the hall was full of civil and military officials.

His gaze looked out of the main hall, his eyes full of flatness.

There is a man in white beside him, who is a well-known miracle doctor in the world, Qi Shu.

"It's snowing outside."

Chu Shuolan lay on the dragon couch and said softly, his eyes yearning, as if he had penetrated the city wall to see the prosperity of the world.

As his words came out, blood slowly came out from the corners of his mouth.

Qi Shu looked beyond the big point, and it was snowy.

"yes, it's snowing."

"At the beginning of the next spring, the dust hidden under the snow can no longer be hidden."

This is the last sentence left by Chu Shuolan.

With that, his eyes were tightly closed.

He struggled for more than ten years, fought for more than ten years, and finally died.