Murong Chun's attitude towards Empress Wei has always been respectful, if you talk about feelings, you really can't squeeze out a little. People are like this, and the Ninth Five-Year Supreme like Murong Chun is even more so, the government affairs on weekdays are already extremely busy, aside from these, with their own time, they still have to bother to deal with it, how to be interested. If there is emotion, it is just a play, which the emperor and the empress know well.

The water of each other's wells does not interfere with the water of the river, and they have been safe for 20 years. Murong Chun already has three sons, the crown prince Murong Xian, the second prince Murong Yu, and Concubine Jing's five-year-old son Murong Dan. Because of her status as the concubine of the Wei family, Murong Chun allowed her the position of queen and the position of her son the crown prince, which was already the limit of what he could give.

But what about Queen Wei, maybe she has paid more than just twenty years of youth. She is immersed in boundless loneliness and enjoys unparalleled luxury, but how can these fill the emptiness in her heart. Looking at the white hair on the sideburns, he always secretly plucked it out where no one was, such bitterness, maybe Murong Chun didn't know it.

However, it cannot be said that Murong Chun is a ruthless person, and his love is only given to one person. That is Concubine Jing, a woman named Su Meng.

Concubine Jing's face was haggard, and she still couldn't hide her elegance. Quiet as a deep valley orchid, uncontested. This is a temperament that all harem women don't have, and it's why Murong Chun has a soft spot for her.

Murong Chun held Su Meng's hand, a knuckle-knuckled hand, which was weakly held by him. All emotions and love are melted into the palm of her hand and turned into warmth and passed on to her. The two only need to sit quietly, and infinite affection can be transmitted to each other. From time to time, there was a sound or two of Su Meng's coughing.

"Meng'er, do you remember the first time you met in Liuzhou?" Murong Chun looked at Su Meng in a daze, and unconsciously recalled the old things and asked her softly. A smile hung on his face, and he could feel the warmth in his eyes.

Murong Chun and Su Meng talked, not at all like the emperor and concubine, but like an ordinary husband and wife, and all honorifics were also waived.

"Naturally, I remember that Meng'er was ignorant at that time, and his brother was a big-hearted person. Didn't bother with me. Su Meng also began to look into the void and recalled the things in their Liuzhou. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl into a smile. Because of the cough for a long time, Su Meng's face was sickly flushed, and now he was shy.

Su Meng, the daughter of Su Lingsu who is too guarded by Liuzhou, was not as demure as she is now when she was young, but was naughty and mischievous, which gave Su Lingsu a headache. often disguises herself as a man, sneaks out of the house, and she is familiar with the wine shop, casino and even the green building. The boss is not small, and no one dares to come to the Taishou Mansion to propose marriage, and it is too stubborn to be too guarded, but it is not an ordinary man who can surrender; Second, this is not a good reputation as a woman. Taishou Su Lingsu is a daughter slave, knowing that she is not good like this, but he is ruthless to teach her a lesson.

The painting boat on the Liuzhou Canal, Su Meng often goes. Whenever she comes, she has to order an oiran to sing a song to her. She loves "Wuling Chun", "Mulan Ci", and "Slow Voice". Oiran was also happy to accept Su Meng's appointment, and when he saw Su Meng coming, he waved his handkerchief again and again, and shouted sweetly: "Su Gongzi!" You're here! ”

Murong Chun, who paid a private visit to Weifu, also came to the painting boat, and he didn't want to, he couldn't invite an Oiran for any amount of silver. When I asked, it turned out to be an Oiran with a little white face. The little white face was still brazenly hugging the shy Oiran and showing off to Murong Chun with a mocking expression.

Now that I think about it, Su Meng, who is dressed in men's clothes, is uninhibited on the canal on a gorgeous spring day, which is extremely dazzling.

"Brother, Meng'er's body, I'm afraid it won't get better. has been able to have his brother by her side for more than ten years in her life, and Meng'er has been content. There is only one unfulfilled wish, I hope that my brother can remember our affection and treat our children well. When the time comes, let him be a king and stay away from Shengjing. I'm afraid that after I go, he will have no support, and he will be more than lucky. ”

Su Meng is no longer the one in Liuzhou who is not afraid of heaven and earth. After entering the palace for so many years, the original edge has long been worn out, and I have learned to be cautious and prepared for danger in times of peace. No matter how much favor the emperor has, he can't protect her all the time. Moreover, she now has to protect her children.

Murong Chun's heart ached, in this deep palace, too many bodies couldn't help themselves. Even the woman he likes, he can't take care of it.

He held Su Meng's hand tightly again and nodded deeply: "Don't worry, I will definitely protect Dan'er well and not let anyone hurt him." ”

At this time, a palace maid whispered outside the door and asked, "Niangniang, it's time to take medicine." ”

Murong Chun helped Su Meng wipe away her tears and said in a deep voice, "Come in." ”

The palace maid carried a tray with a bowl of freshly boiled medicine on it. A thick bitter taste has come to my nose.

Concubine Jing couldn't help frowning.

Murong Chun took the bowl of medicine and waved his hand to let the little palace maid retreat.

Personally, scoop out a little with a spoon, bring it to your mouth and blow it, and taste the temperature again. Sure enough, it was bitter and difficult to eat.

He coaxed Concubine Jing: "Meng'er, drink a little, and I'll ask someone to make your favorite lotus paste cake later." ”

Although Su Meng frowned, he obediently leaned over and swallowed the decoction. Murong Chun was like this, tasted the temperature himself, and then fed Su Meng spoonful by spoonful and drank this bowl of medicine. Later, Xu is medicinal power came up, Su Meng's spirit slowly deteriorated, and Murong Chun didn't want to disturb him too much. He covered Su Meng with a quilt and let her sleep in peace. Then he went out and instructed Wang Si to make a lotus paste cake from the kitchen and send it over.

When he went out, a cold wind blew, Murong Chun felt a little unsteady on his feet, and a sadness welled up from his chest, and his eyes turned red instantly. He helped Wang Si, didn't say anything, and held back his tears.

"Let's go." He said lightly, and the sadness that sank in his heart did not surface.

The news that Concubine Jing was gone came the next day. I heard that Concubine Jing's lung disease suddenly became serious, and she coughed non-stop, and finally coughed up a big mouthful of blood. After a while, he swallowed his breath.

Murong Chun, who was sitting in the Jinluan Palace, heard the news, and the brush in his hand fell off with a click, staining a large piece of ink on the fold. He never imagined that what he was afraid of would finally come, and so quickly. Caught him unprepared and caught off guard. Murong Chun sat down on the dragon chair, and the huge grief made his heart like a knife, and an irrepressible heat rushed upward, making him cough violently.

With trembling hands, he took away the brocade that covered his mouth, and there were red blood stains on it!

"Your Majesty! What's wrong with you? Wang Si hurriedly stepped forward to help the emperor. Physician! Physician! Tell the Imperial Doctor! ”