Outside the city of Yingzhou.

"Why have the army been stationed with us for so long? But it's never been the case. ”

"Shhhh I have a relative who was requisitioned and sent some food and grass to the barracks every day. It is said that the barracks are waiting every day, and all the imperial doctors in the capital are here! The emperor was seriously ill, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to move, so he stayed in Yingzhou. ”

"The emperor is so sick? What is a good place to recuperate in the barracks? Why not go into town? ”

"Oops! I'm afraid I'm so sick that I can't even get out of the big tent! ”

Yongan rode alone from the farmland, and listened to the two people talking about the emperor's illness, and the more he listened, the more anxious he became.

She whipped her horse hard and galloped away.

In the middle of the night, there were sparks in the barracks.

Yong'an hides in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity.

A corner of the dragon tent was lifted, and a beautiful woman in palace clothes walked out with grace, and instructed left and right: "The emperor has fallen asleep, take care of it." ”

Wang Zhong stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, Niangniang." ”

Yong'an thought that this should be the newly sealed Zhaoyi Niangniang of the imperial brother that Yu Yao said.

After a few moments, the dragon's tent returned to calm.

Wang Zhong and the others were also lazy, and their upper and lower eyelids fought.

Yongan moved the lotus step lightly, and his figure quickly clicked on the acupoints of several people outside the tent and swept into the tent.

She slowly approached the dragon couch, before the tears broke the embankment, she had seen clearly that the faces of the people on the dragon couch were gray and black, without a trace of blood, where was there still the original appearance?

Yongan sat beside him, reached over and brushed the hair from his forehead.

Her fingers, slender as jade, ran down his forehead and touched his dry, sunken cheeks.

The emperor's hand moved, his eyelids shook violently a few times, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Yong'an?"

His hand quickly reached up and grabbed hers.

"Yong'an, are you back? Or am I dreaming? ”

Yongan didn't dodge, let him hold his hand tightly.

"It's not a dream, it's me back."

A few tears welled up from the emperor's deeply sunken eyes, spreading along the lines of the skin on his face.

In just a few months, he already seemed to be more than ten years old.

"I know you'll be back. Originally, the Imperial Doctor said that I only had ten days to live, but I always have to wait for you to come back and see you for the last time......"

Yongan shed tears and said with a smile: "Brother Huang is the Son of Heaven, long live the Son of Heaven......"

"No, that's all self-defeating. I've killed too much in my life, and I know I won't last long, but fortunately, God has mercy on you, and you're back. Otherwise, how can I keep my eyes peeled? Yong'an, where have you been these days? ”

The emperor wanted to hold her hand tightly.

But Yong'an felt more and more that his hands were empty and weak.

"I've been to a fun place for a long time. I thought I wouldn't be back, but somehow, I did. Maybe it's really God's mercy and let me come back to see the imperial brother for the last time. ”

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back. Ever since you rescued Wen Cang, I haven't thought about tea and dinner, and I'm restless. He, did he come back with you? ”

Yongan smiled bitterly: "No." Wen Gongzi and I both have other loves, and now he has gone to another world with his beloved, and of course I want to return. ”

"Yong'an, you ......"

He trembled and held out his other hand.

Yongan picked up his hand and pressed it to his face.

"Brother Huang, that day before my father's mausoleum, I lied. I know what you do to me, and I do the same to you. ”

He suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood in his chest, and wanted to say something, but he didn't have the strength anymore.

Yongan helped him to lie down, held his hand, lay sideways beside him, and said, "Brother Huang, you are tired, sleep for a while, Yongan will accompany you, okay?" ”

He nodded, as if exhausted, closed his eyes and pressed Yong'an's hand to his chest.

He had been waiting for this sentence for too long, as if it had been a lifetime.

Yong'an's hand pressed against his chest felt his heartbeat slow and finally calm.

She couldn't hold back any longer, and wept bitterly.

I don't know how long it took, but his body gradually became colder.

Yongan stood up, removed half of the candle from the lampstand, approached him, and reflected the candle in his face.

Serenity, with a hint of a smile.

Yongan unconsciously hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, turned around and lit the tent next to the bed.

"Brother Huang, Yong'an will always be with you. We don't have to look for each other anymore. ”

In autumn, the weather is dry and dry, and after a while, the fire burns.

The dragon's tent turned into a ball of fire, embedded in the devastated earth.