It's the cloud...

In the mist, it gradually became clear that Ying Changle's blood-stained and shocking face...

"Father?" There was a bang in my head, and it was as if something had collapsed in my heart, making me unstable.

I had to look blankly at the thin figure that was gradually falling in front of me, and I was so flustered that I didn't react for a while.

Ying Changle was stunned for a moment before he stumbled and crawled towards his father, his bloodless face was full of remorse.

"Father... Father! She shook her father's arm gently, and tears finally rippled in her eyes, which were always covered by stubbornness and anger, "Father, why did you save me?" Changle hurt Zhongli and died in the country, didn't you hate Changle for poisoning? And why..."

"Changle... Su'er..."My father was dying, and he raised his hand at me and motioned for me to go to him.

But I was still immersed in the moment when he fell just now, and I couldn't accept the scene in front of me at all.

Seeing this, my grandson patted my shoulder with a slight frown, and only then did I suddenly come back to my senses and step forward quickly, holding the hand that was raised with difficulty.

"Father!" The tip of my nose was so sore that warm tears unconsciously slid down my cheeks and into my neck.

"You—" Father's emaciated face barely pulled out a smile, and his eyes sunken into his sockets were now full of sleepiness.

He slowly folded my hand on the back of Ying Changle's hand, and said angrily, "Changle... Su'er, my daughters... After the father is gone... You two sisters will be of one mind... It must be of the same mind..."

I understood what he meant, but when I looked down at my father's knobby hand on the back of my hand, my heart still couldn't help but ache.

And Ying Changle nodded very obediently at this time, held my hand with his backhand, and said to his father in a choked voice, "Father, don't worry, Changle knows that he is wrong, and in the future, Changle will protect the Sixth Emperor Sister and no longer let her be hurt in the slightest!" ”

"That's good!" The father smiled effortlessly and looked very pleased, and the light in his eyes gradually became blurred after a moment, "Alas... Speaking of which, it's all my fault, after all, Changle you are different from the naughty Su'er, you have been well-behaved and sensible since you were a child, and you are not very willing to be close to many brothers and sisters, plus your mother does not allow you to move around with other people more, so at that time I thought it was your introverted personality, your mother was in the deep palace in order to protect you, so I locked you in the palace gate and didn't want you to become the target of the public, although I don't agree with it very much, but I can't say much, so I have to follow your mother's wishes, which Cheng thought that she would lock you up for more than ten years. Because of this, our father and daughter have lost more than ten years of time to understand each other, which makes you have a lot of grievances, and it's all my fault. ”

Ying Changle was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were full of emotion and crying, "Father, don't say it, it's all my fault, I'll take you to the doctor!" ”

After that, she will help her father up.

Father shook his head, "No... As a monarch of a generation, I have caused the country to perish in my hands, this is my life and my calamity, and now my time is running out, you can let me finish. ”

"Father..."

"I know I'm not a good monarch, let alone a good father," my father muttered, his voice getting thinner and thinner, and even the light in his eyes faded little by little.

I was well aware of the previous situation, so I shook my father's arm in horror, "Father, don't sleep." Su'er has a lot more to say to you! Father! ”

But no matter how I called, my father didn't seem to hear it, and just said to himself, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault, I'm a sinner, a sinner who deserves a thousand cuts, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have fallen into this situation, and you wouldn't have become a slave to the country in his mouth!" ”

Slaves of the Dead Country...

My mind suddenly remembered the scar on my father's arm, it seems that the words of the dead slave are not only branded on my father's arm, but also deeply rooted in my father's heart, and all this...

It's all because of her!

I stared at Ying Changle with resentment, causing her to be so ashamed that she suddenly felt a sinking of her shoulders after her eyes dodged.

"Let's talk to your father, his time is running out." My grandson squatted down with his eyebrows twisted, and slowly moved the big hand on my shoulder to my back, patting it gently as if comforting.

At this time, the father was confused, grabbed the hand of Gongsun Zidu, and said with a somewhat excited expression, "Prince Linxi, Su'er has lost her mother since she was a child, please treat her well after I leave." ”

"Father!" My eyes widened in astonishment, and I took my father's hand off the hand of Gongsun Zidu, and said in my heart, "Father, you recognize the wrong person, he is not Yin Linxi." ”

Unexpectedly, his father suddenly played Lai like a child, "Yes, he is!" I said yes, and he was! ”

"Okay..."I naturally knew that my father's life was not long in coming, so I had to endure my grief and obey him, and at the same time I looked at Gongsun Zidu in a complicated way, and I was thinking about how to open my mouth to let him pretend to be Yin Linxi.

Unexpectedly, he didn't wait for me to speak, so he took the initiative to hold his father's hand, "Please rest assured that the old monarch will treat her well, and she will die in this life." ”

"That's good!" The father seemed to be relieved, and a few lines of turbid tears appeared in his eyes.

Then, before I could prepare for anything, my father suddenly gasped a few more times, his eyes glaring like brass bells.

"Father!"

"Father!"

What is desperate at this moment is that I watched the light in my father's eyes dissipate a little bit, but I couldn't do anything at all, I just hated why I didn't stop him earlier, and hated Ying Changle, a woman who turned her back on her surname!

It's all because of her! If it weren't for her...

There was undisguised hatred in my eyes, but my father gently took my hand at this moment.

"Su... Su'er. ”

Something slipped quietly in his eyes and hit the back of his father's hand.

"Father! You don't... Don't go, don't leave Su'er. ”

"Silly boy!" My father looked at me lovingly, and his breath seemed to be much smoother than before, and even his complexion was unusually ruddy.

I knew it was a sign that the end was coming, so I looked away.

The grandson understood very well that I couldn't bear to look at my father, so he reminded him and opened his mouth, "What other wishes does the old monarch have?" ”

"Wish," my father muttered, took my hand and patted it, "Yes, Su'er... When Zhongli Imperial City was occupied, your imperial grandmother and Lin'er escaped from the tunnel under the protection of King Haining and Yingtong. ”

I was slightly stunned for a moment, and in order not to worry him, I wiped my sore eyes, gritted my teeth and said hatefully, "Don't worry, I will kill the enemy to avenge you, and then find the imperial grandmother and Lin'er!" ”

"Silly boy." The father smiled with great relief, turned his head to look at the sky again, and sighed faintly, "It's so good." ”

It's just that in the eyes of many people, my father's smile... The corners of the mouth can be retracted again.

"Father!" I looked at my father's gaze in disbelief, and the grief hit me uncontrollably.

Ying Changle couldn't cry, but unfortunately in my eyes, she was already pretentious.

"It's all you, a woman! You killed my father..."I let go of my father's hand, got up and took two steps back, my mind even blank.

I only know that there seem to be countless fires in my heart, and the pain that scorches my heart as if it wants to devour me alive.

"I'll kill you!" After this hysterical roar, I desperately snatched the long sword from the hand of my grandson.

Before Ying Changle could react, he slammed his hand away, and the sword body pierced into Ying Changle's chest.

But I didn't get a few inches into her chest, and my grandson hugged me from behind.

"Sultan, be sensible, have you forgotten what your father just said?"

"Let go of me!"

I let out a loud shout, and then recklessly pulled my sword out of Ying Changle's chest, my eyes glaring fiercely at Ying Changle's face filled with remorse.

"You let me go, I'm going to kill her! I'm going to kill those Chu people! ”

As everyone knows, in the eyes of others at that time, I was already like a madman, waving the sword in my hand indiscriminately.

did not hesitate to hurt his grandson in exchange for freedom.

"Sultan!" My grandsons who had broken their wrists were all crying out in pain behind me.

But I turned a deaf ear, only the cold killing intent filled every nerve of me.

That's right, kill them ... They all harmed, the death of his father, the death of Zhongli, this bloody debt, only in this way can it be recovered.

...

But what I didn't expect was that my sword hadn't even come to Ying Changle's face, and the woman's figure quickly melted into a cloud of mist.

What's going on? How does this scene seem familiar?

"The Sultan... Sultan..."

At the right time, a few eager voices suddenly floated in my ears, and my eyes were clear.

"You're finally awake."

At this time, the candle flame in the room danced slightly, reflecting a charming smile between the eyebrows of his father-in-law and grandson around him, and his unrestrained ink softness was scattered behind him, so that when he looked down at me, it hit me in the face.

The low clothes on his chest made the corners of my eyes twitch involuntarily, because I accidentally caught a glimpse of spring.

But at this time, in the face of such a bloody picture, I was not excited, just twisted my eyebrows and looked at the roof.

"What's going on? What's wrong with me? "Are those just dreams?

My grandson didn't reply to me, but just raised his hand and probed my forehead.

After a while, he put his heart down and said, "Your high fever does not go away, and it is already the fourth day that you are groggy." ”

So was it really a dream before?

I looked sideways with the psychology of luck, but I saw that my grandson was hiding in his sleeve with a thick white veil wrapped around his wrist.

So, what are the dreams that are real?

I sat up and nervously grabbed Gongsun Du's arm, "Gongsun, where is my father?" ”

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