The night sky is deep and cold.

Palace.

Gonggong Jiang trotted all the way in a panic, knelt down in front of Ye Youhuang and Huang Fuhao, and his face was sad: "Your Majesty! Queen Mother! Big things are wrong! The crown prince ...... He ......"

Hearing this, both of them were startled, stood up, and spoke at the same time:

"What's wrong with him, prince?!"

"Jin'er, what's wrong with him?!"

Gonggong Jiang fell to the ground low, and his voice trembled: "Back to the emperor, the queen mother, just now someone from the prince's mansion came to report, saying that His Royal Highness the prince is ...... He's dead! ”

Huang Fuhao's body shook suddenly, and he trembled and stepped forward: "What did you say?!" ”

Gonggong Jiang raised his head, his eyes were red: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince...... Dead! ”

When Huang Fuhao heard this, he was shocked and was on the spot.

When the night phoenix heard this, he felt that someone had smashed a hammer on his chest, and his heart was in great sorrow, his breathing was stagnant, and he fainted directly.

Seeing the body of the Night Phoenix slowly falling, Huangfu Haofang woke up from the bad news and shouted "Huang'er", and a mouthful of blood spurted out, scarlet all over the ground......

"Someone! Come on! Pass on the Imperial Doctor! Go find the Autumn Doctor! ”

On this night, the crown prince of Beicang died, the emperor and queen were seriously ill at the same time, and the entire palace was in chaos.

When the news reached King Chen's Mansion, Shangguan Jiyue happened to be there.

At that moment, her heart was shocked, and she suddenly understood what was wrong with the Huangfu Jin she saw in the prince's mansion.

It turned out that it was the silent breath of a person who had decided to die, and under the seemingly calm eyes, what was really hidden was actually a dead silence.

She glanced up at Huangfu Chen beside her, but saw that his face was dignified, his eyebrows were cold, and he only said in a deep voice to the person who came to pass the word, "This king will enter the palace immediately", and then never said a word again.

Obviously, even he didn't expect that Huangfu Jin would die so suddenly and quietly. Even, before his father's decree to condemn him, he just ruled himself in his own mansion.

At the same time, he somewhat understood Huangfu Jin's choice. Huangfu Jin was born high, he was both the eldest son and the eldest son of the emperor, and he was named the crown prince early. The prince of a country, the status is extremely noble.

However, it backfired, and overnight, his identity was turned upside down. He was actually the son of the woman in the Nuanyu Palace who he looked down on the most. He became the foreigner in his own mouth who had the blood of the Nanchi royal family in his body and was not qualified to rule the country. As proud as he is, how could he withstand such a blow?

Rather than waiting for the holy decree to depose him as the crown prince and live for a long time, then he is really better than dead.

Even if he made a thousand mistakes during his lifetime, if he had paid it back with his own life, his father would not bear to ruin his reputation after his death.

In this way, at least, he was still the prince of Beicang before his death, and he will definitely be buried in the imperial mausoleum in the name of the prince after his death. Regardless of life or death, the name of his Huangfu Jin will forever be entered into the annals of Beicang as the crown prince. Even thousands of years later, when he is mentioned by future generations, he will be honored as the "first prince".

This is his Huangfu Jin.

He also has his arrogance, and his arrogance cannot be violated, not even himself.

Shangguan Jiyue followed Huang Fu Chen into the palace together, Huang Fu Chen stayed by Huang Fu Hao's side, and she went to Fengqi Palace to visit Ye Youhuang.

Night Youhuang was overly sad, leaning weakly on the soft couch with a dull expression, and her eyes were red. Although there were no tears, the whole person looked pale, his eyes were blank and lifeless.

The child she has been raising for more than 20 years is gone, how can she not be heartbroken?

Although Huangfu Jin is not her biological son, in her heart, Huangfu Jin is already her biological son.

If you say, her feelings for Huang Fuchen are more guilty. Then, she is for Huangfu Jin, that is the real mother-son love.

For so many years, it was Huangfu Jin who has been by her side. It is also because of the existence of Huangfu Jin that in the past 20 years, she has been able to live alone in Fengqi Palace in the cold resentment of the man she loves deeply, and she has persevered until now.

However, now, the Huangfu brocade is gone. The child who tried everything to make her happy whenever she was unhappy, the child who always pretended to be a big grin in front of her and called her queen mother one by one. After that, she never saw it again. As soon as she thought of this, her heart ached, and most of her whole person was hollowed out.

Seeing this, Shangguan Jiyue stepped forward gently, sat down on the edge of the couch, slowly held her cold fingertips, and comforted her softly: "People can't be resurrected after death, and I hope that the queen's day will change." ”

As soon as she spoke, Ye Youhuang's tears couldn't stop flowing again, and her voice was choked: "...... Yue'er, Jin'er...... How can he say that if he doesn't, it's gone......"

Shangguan Jiyue looked at her haggard and trance-like face, and felt uncomfortable in her heart. She opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to answer, to comfort the injured mother in front of her.

The other side.

Huangfu Hao's dormitory.

This emperor of Beicang, a generation of kings. At this time, his eyes were closed, and he was lying on the dragon couch with a weak breath, covered with a golden brocade quilt.

Qiu Ming was bowing his head and concentrating on acupuncture for him. It was a cold and frosty night, but his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

Huang Fuchen and Jiang Gonggong stood on both sides, both looking in the direction of the bed. The former's face was silent and he didn't say a word. The latter, with an anxious face, fidgeting. At the bottom, the palace maid knelt on the ground, not daring to make a sound.

After the acupuncture technique was completed, Huang Fuhao slowly opened his eyes.

Gonggong Jiang always paid attention to Huang Fuhao's movements, and when he woke up, his face was already overjoyed, and he hurriedly knelt forward and knelt down in front of the couch to take care of him.

And Huang Fuchen looked at Qiu Mingfei, who was slowly closing the needle, his two long eyebrows were slightly twisted, and he asked in a deep voice: "How is my father?" ”

Qiu Mingfei made a movement in his hand, looked up at Huang Fuchen, looked at him for a while, didn't say anything, continued to bow his head and put the silver needles one by one, rolled them up, and put them in his sleeve.

Huang Fuchen's heart gradually sank, and his eyes began to redden, but he still asked without giving up: "Qiu Mingfei, you tell me, father and emperor...... What the hell is going on? ”

"Chen'er ......"

At this moment, Huang Fuhao on the bed suddenly called him and stretched out his hand to him tremblingly.

He immediately stepped forward, knelt down in front of the couch, reached out to hold the yellow, wrinkled hand, held back the wetness in his eyes, and said softly: "Father, the son is in the ......."

"Chen'er ......"

"The son is here."

"You...... Do you still complain about your father? ”

Huang Fuchen shook his head, his eyes becoming more and more red and swollen.

"Chen'er......" Huang Fuhao forced a smile, "Father has something to ...... I want to talk to Doctor Qiu alone...... You go to Fengqi Palace...... Look at your queen mother...... She...... She ......"

What followed was a series of violent coughs.

Gonggong Jiang hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him.

"Father's ......"

Huang Fuhao waved his hand at him: "Go ahead...... Your mother's queen she ...... It's been a hard time all these years, don't blame her......"

Huangfu Chen nodded with red eyes, didn't say whether it was strange or not, got up and walked out. It's just that the moment he turned around, his tears finally broke out of the frame in a place that others couldn't see.

After Huang Fuchen left, Huang Fu Hao ordered Jiang Gonggong to repel all the palace people.

In the huge dormitory, in addition to Huangfu Hao, only Gonggong Jiang and Qiu Mingfei remained.

"Divine Doctor Qiu," Huang Fuhao asked Gonggong Jiang to help him, slowly sat up, leaned on the head of the bed weakly, and said, "I want to ask you for something." ”

Qiu Mingfei frowned: "The emperor still wants Qiu to lie and continue to hide from King Chen?" ”

Huang Fuhao shook his head: "Even if you don't say it, he probably guessed it." Nowadays, it doesn't matter whether to hide it or not. ”

“…… What does the emperor mean ......"

Huang Fuhao pondered for a long time: "I know that my time is numbered, but I still ask Doctor Qiu to inform me...... How much time do I have left? ”

Hearing this, Gonggong Jiang on the side pressed the corners of his eyes lightly.

Qiu Mingfei: "The damage caused by the poison of the poppy to the human body is irreversible, and it is a great luck that the emperor can come to his senses." Originally, if the emperor had taken care of his care, he might be able to have a year and a half...... "paused," but in the past two days, the emperor has been overly sad, exhausted, and his blood is flowing backwards, and he is only afraid of ......."

Hearing this, Huangfu Hao was silent for a moment: "...... I also hope that the autumn doctor will tell you the truth, and I will be fine...... Plan ahead. ”

Qiu Mingfei was silent for a long time, and asked rhetorically: "How much time does the emperor need?" ”

"A month."

"A month?!"

Seeing the embarrassed look on Qiu Mingscar's face, Huangfu Hao's old eyes lowered, and after a moment of silence, he even changed his self-title, he said, "I know that this makes Qiu Shen Doctor embarrassed." But I really want to...... Autumn Divine Doctor, no matter what, let me hold out until ...... Hold on until the day of Chen'er's wedding...... Otherwise, the state funeral ceremony shall not be married for three years...... I must see him get married with my own eyes before I can leave with peace of mind! ”

At this time, Huang Fuhao is not the emperor who is high, but a loving father who thinks about everything for his children.

Every word he said shocked Tyumen and reminded him of his grandfather, who had worked so hard to raise him since he was a child.

His expression moved slightly, he thought for a moment, changed his previous pickiness and laziness, and said solemnly: "Okay! I promise you! Even if I exhaust my life's strength, I will definitely let you see King Chen and Xiaoyue get married with your own eyes! ”