On the ninth day of August, Emperor Hui and Empress Lu and several imperial doctors hurried to the Yutang with serious expressions, the Yutang originally had very few people, and there were only Fan Xuelian and a eunuch and two palace maids. Empress Lu almost never came to Fan Xuelian's Jade Hall, and when she saw that the Yutang had very few personnel and poor living conditions, Empress Lu never felt that Fan Xuelian was a sensible woman, even if she was Emperor Hui's favorite concubine, she was not pampered and arrogant, but she was full of atmosphere and deep understanding and reasonableness, and she was a virtuous concubine with noble conduct. At this time, Empress Lu could no longer hear her earnestly and sincerely call her queen mother when she worshiped her, and she could no longer see her pure smiling face, nor could she see her unborn grandson. Empress Lu didn't want to be a pure villain, because Fan Xuelian's purity gradually purified the resentment in Empress Lu's heart, just like the whirlpool that had been rotating for a long time gradually stopped, and the impurities in the water precipitated to varying degrees, and found that the water was clean, as if Fan Xuelian was the mysterious force that made the whirlpool gradually stop. Empress Lu never felt that the death of a daughter-in-law would be so uncomfortable, but Empress Lu was really sad at this time, feeling sorry for Fan Xuelian's young and beautiful life, and for Fan Xuelian that she had not seen the beauty of the future world.

Emperor Hui's numb pestle was in front of Fan Xuelian's couch, with only a decadent expression on his face, and he couldn't speak for a long time, quietly watching the imperial doctor examine Fan Xuelian. After some examination, the imperial doctors shook their heads and sighed, and reported to Empress Lu and Emperor Hui that Fan Xuelian was guilty of asthma, and it should have been ugly yesterday. The sound of the room was gone, and Empress Lu instructed the people around her to prepare for Fan Xuelian's funeral, and buried her in the Anling Mausoleum, and the people around her took the order and hurried away. Seeing Emperor Hui's dead look, Empress Lu was shocked, and he would not say anything particularly good to comfort him, so he asked Emperor Hui and Fan Xuelian to say their final goodbyes, and Empress Lu did not want to disturb and left the palace with a heavy heart.

"Your Majesty-" The eunuch shouted, and Empress Lu, who had just left the hall, stared back in shock, and saw that Emperor Hui had fallen in front of Fan Xuelian's couch, and Empress Lu Meteor flew over, brushed aside the eunuch and the palace maid, and looked at Emperor Hui's face was already pale, and the blood spit out from the corner of his mouth reflected Fan Xuelian's mattress. Empress Lu was stunned and then exclaimed that the imperial doctor hurried over to take a look, and the imperial doctor stepped forward to take a closer look, a trace of loss appeared in his eyes, and he verbally said to Lv Hou that Emperor Hui seemed to have a great deal. Lu Hou's eyes were red, he took two steps back in shock, was supported by the maid, and after a little calm, he squatted down and helped Emperor Hui to hug him, and his mouth was full of thoughts, "Let my mother, hug you well, hug you well." At this scene, everyone in the Yutang sobbed silently, and the sad mood diffused in the clear sky of August.

Emperor Hui was transferred to Weiyang Palace, Empress Lu accompanied him inch by inch, did not close his eyes for two nights, expecting his unconscious son to wake up soon, Empress Hui had fear and expectation in his eyes, staring straight at Emperor Hui who was lying down, his eyes were red and black, he really couldn't stand it anymore and held his head with one hand and squinted for a while, but whenever there was a small movement, Empress Lu woke up, and found that Emperor Hui was still not awake, and Empress Lu was really disappointed.

"Liu Ying, don't just leave, you're going to leave without worry?" Lu Hou leaned on the curtain and said.

Two days, Emperor Hui did not wake up after all, and the eunuch came to report that Fan Meiren's coffin had been prepared, and asked Empress Lu when she would wrap her. Empress Lu said wait, wait for Emperor Hui to talk to Fan Meiren. In the evening, Zhang Yan came over and cried and begged Empress Lu to see Emperor Hui and guard him to wake up. Empress Lu was already very tired, seeing that Emperor Hui showed no signs of waking up at all, she was not very depressed, looking at Zhang Yan crying sincerely, Empress Lu answered her and asked her to protect Emperor Hui, Empress Lu looked forward to Zhang Yan being able to wake him up, Empress Lu said that he was just going to the side hall to rest, and Emperor Hui must send someone to tell her if there was any sign of improvement, Zhang Yan agreed.

It was very late at night, and Zhang Yan told a lot of stories in front of Emperor Hui's bed, telling how she doted on her and loved her from childhood to adulthood, how she was reluctant to let her uncle go, telling her bitter and sweet stories as a queen, and telling stories about her willingness to go hunting and riding horses with her uncle in Shanglinyuan. Zhang Yan secretly swore that as long as her uncle woke up, even if he only lived a short life, it was enough. The friendship between the uncle and nephew did not seem to move the heavens, and Emperor Hui was still unconscious.

Yutang is in the middle room, and Empress Lu is resting.

"Mother, I will be filial to you in the future, and I will never make you angry again." Liu Ying attached his hand to Lu Hou and said to her with a smile, "I will definitely grow the Han family in the future, and I will be brilliant for a long time." ”

Empress Lu patted Liu Ying's hand, smiled with satisfaction, and fed Liu Ying the sweet fruit on the case herself, Liu Ying opened her mouth and happily ate the fruit that her mother fed him.

There is nothing happier than now, Empress Lu smiled knowingly and stroked Emperor Hui's head, but Emperor Hui disappeared in front of Empress Lu's eyes in an instant, leaving only a sentence of 'Mother, I'm leaving'. Lu Hou sat up in shock, stroking Emperor Hui's hand and still frozen in the air, but found that there was no one beside her, it was her own dream. Empress Lu eagerly put on her boots and asked the palace maid about Emperor Hui's situation, but the palace maid only said that there was no movement. Empress Lu asked what time it was, and the palace maid replied that it was the end of the unitary hour, and Empress Lu thought that she had been asleep for dozens of hours, and was worried that Emperor Hui hurried to take care of him.

At that time, the jade hall suddenly made a sound in the quiet night. Emperor Hui's face was like a nightmare, but he didn't open his eyes after all, his eyebrows were frowning, and his restless behavior certainly couldn't escape Empress Lu's eyes. Empress Lu clasped Emperor Hui's hand, comforted him, and gently called him to wake up, but Emperor Hui only looked hideous and frightened and kept twitching and trembling in the nightmare. Empress Lu invited the imperial doctor again, and the imperial physician waved his hand to indicate that he could no longer rejuvenate himself. Under Empress Lu's calm face, there was a calm heart that could not be worried.

Without much effort, Emperor Hui stopped making trouble, his closed eyes slowly opened, staring straight at the top beam above, and the happy and excited calls of Empress Lu and Zhang Yan next to him seemed to be buried in Emperor Hui's focused and silent expression. Empress Lu leaned over to look at Emperor Hui carefully, but saw that his eyes were like a piece of colored light, and Empress Lu sat on the couch in surprise.

Emperor Hui's frowning young face highlighted a rare relief, only to see the sky in front of him is the vast Chang'an, Chang'an is empty, but just blooming all over the city of bright red bauhinia, red seems to be burning, Emperor Hui lingered in the bright red bauhinia for a long time, suddenly in the clusters of bauhinia flowers appeared in the light of the search for a long time but did not whereabouts of the thorn, dressed in red, she smiled and danced in the sea of bauhinia flowers, Emperor Hui stood in front of her quietly and beautifully watched Jing Tian dance, At that moment, there was no worry or sorrow, only escaping the cruelty of reality to find the harmony of paradise life, and feeling that everything in heaven and earth is so beautiful. Emperor Hui involuntarily danced to the beat of Jing Tian, every time she was about to approach Jing Tian, she was always a foot away from herself, and the two of them danced like this, even so, Emperor Hui felt that it would be good to look at her like this, so that the moment of the two of them would be eternal. After the dance, Jing Tian's starry eyes reflected the joy of Emperor Hui, she smiled quietly and stretched out her right hand to Emperor Hui in the sea of flowers, Emperor Hui smiled sincerely and happily, stretched out his right hand but couldn't hold Jing Tian's hand, Emperor Hui was anxious, but Jing Tian always smiled like a lotus flower to meet Emperor Hui's hand. Emperor Hui was so anxious that he leaned his two hands towards Jing enough, and the hands of the two were always pulled away when they were about to approach.

Empress Lu and Zhang Yan looked really different, I don't know what happened to Emperor Hui, he didn't say a word, he always stretched out his hands to the air enough, it was very difficult. Emperor Hui saw Jing tilt gradually drifting away, only a vague figure remained, and his face could not be seen clearly, Emperor Hui's body lying on the couch bounced upwards with Jing Tilt's blurred figure, as if he wanted to drag her away, but it was empty, his struggling hands froze in the air for a moment and fell down forever, Emperor Hui no longer made any sound, and the young emperor of the Han Dynasty was in a big way.

Zhang Yan was so sad that she threw herself on Emperor Hui and wept, and the eunuchs in the palace knelt on the ground. Lu Hou's two lines of hot tears flowed out of his eyes, and he was stunned in front of the couch for a long time. Emperor Hui traveled far away, and since then there is no Liu Ying in the world, no one knows his strange behavior before leaving, only he knows that moment is the eternal beauty he wants, maybe it is a relief for him to go like this. Emperor Hui's body on the couch gradually cooled, and Empress Lu endured her grief and slowly closed Emperor Hui's seemingly unblinding but beautiful eyes. "When you're tired, take a break." Empress Lu said sadly.

On the twelfth day of August Wuyin, Emperor Hui finally collapsed in Weiyang Palace three days after Fan Xuelian's death, and simply left without leaving anything, Liu Ying finished his beautiful and painful twenty-four years, relieved him from the reality he did not want to face, but also brought the greatest bloody wind to the Han family in the future.

Weiyang Palace stopped on the 24th, on September 5, Emperor Hui was buried in Anling, and Fan Xuelian was buried in Anling, the funeral scene can be described as grand, and Emperor Gaozu was more than that at that time, and Empress Lu only made up for the debt to Liu Ying.

All the ministers said to Emperor Hui, "Emperor Daxing repairs his relatives inside, pays tribute to the prime minister, favors Qi Mourning, Zhao Yin, and is respectful." Hearing the advice of Uncle Sun Tong, he was afraid, and Nacao Xiangguo said in his heart that he could be described as the lord of leniency. Therefore, he was called Emperor Xiaohui. ”

There was a sad and viscous atmosphere in the sky above the Han room.