As for whether you can see Your Majesty, that's going to be the case later, anyway. , the latest chapter access: . So he pulled the little prince over and kowtowed to Feng Miaolian again.

The child was ignorant, looking up at the face that was somewhat similar to Tuoba Hong, looking at Empress Feng, and forgetting his father at all, at this moment, whether his father was born or died, he had no feelings for him, nor was he intimate, because he was so young, and he couldn't realize what importance his father's life and death had to him.

Feng Miaolian didn't even keep him, nor did she invite him in to have a look. Even in the face of those eyes that resembled Tuoba Hong—he was his son after all, the blood of his relatives.

She waved her hand, very tired: "You all go down." ”

"Xie Niangniang. The retainers retired. ”

Feng Miaolian watched them leave for a long time, speechless.

Everyone around breathed a sigh of relief.

She was relieved.

As soon as I sat down, I sat up again and slowly pushed the 'door' open. The thick palace 'door', the bead curtain 'jade' roll, outside, the cold wind swished. The day dawned, and it was dark again, and the day was so long.

Life is such a circuitous and long road, which has been gone for a long time and cannot reach the end.

She heard a violent cough. Immediately got up and entered the 'door', and under the palace lamp, the person on the 'bed' almost coughed out his heart. She stepped forward and helped him up: "Your Majesty...... Your Majesty...... Are you better? ”

He spat out a mouthful of black 'colored' blood, but instead he was refreshed, just leaning back on the head of the 'bed' and gasping heavily.

Feng Miaolian also leaned on the head of the 'bed', and for a long time, the two of them were silent.

"Miao Lian, what have you been doing outside for so long?"

She was shocked. She always thought he was asleep, didn't she? However, when she met his gaze, she saw the strange sadness, helplessness and strong discouragement in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, you woke up, why didn't you call me earlier?"

She asked rhetorically, her voice was still extremely gentle, and inadvertently, she took out a brand new handkerchief and wiped it on the corner of his mouth, faintly: "Your Majesty, when you are asleep, some people come to visit you...... These people are ......"

"Since it's gone, it's gone. Miaolian, I'm so tired that I don't have time to see anyone......" He interrupted her lightly, just squeezing the big tired hand of her hand, slowly letting go.

For a moment, Feng Miaolian's heart trembled, as if everything he had just done, he saw everything in his eyes - he didn't sleep at all, he kept his eyes open to see what he had done.

One hand left the other, and the temperature slowly peeled off from one person's body to another's body, and it was such a small difference, but she felt an incomparably chill.

It's like his whole person is frozen, and the chill on his body is like the ice of ten thousand years, his hands, his people, his whole heart, and even his strange and plain gaze.

She avoided his gaze, went to bring a bowl of 'medicine' juice that had been put away a long time ago, sat in front of his 'bed', and said softly: "Your Majesty, drink the 'medicine' first." ”

He leaned against the head of the 'bed' with his eyes slightly closed, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart, only to see the corners of his mouth cracked, blood faintly seeping out from the dry place, and his whole face was miserable and haggard.

Even if Feng Miaolian had thousands of things on her mind, she couldn't say any more, she just held the 'medicine' bowl very gently, and served him very 'finely'.

"Your Majesty, drink this bowl of 'medicine'."

He looked away, and said lightly: "It's useless." I won't get better even if I drink it. ”

She was startled, not understanding why he said that. However, she was still kind to Yan Yue, and even whispered a little: "Your Majesty, take the 'medicine' first...... Little prince, he has come to visit you a few times, I sent him out, if you want to see him, I will send someone to invite him in at once......"

A strange glint flashed in Tuobahong's eyes.

Feng Miaolian's heart was suddenly extremely sad, and she could see his kind of relief—at this moment, he was worried about that little son in his heart. He was afraid that her hot hand would destroy such a young child. No matter how alienated he is, no matter how indifferent he is, after all, he is his own son, his kinsman, and he is the candidate he established for the crown prince.

Especially, when he was critically ill, that child was the heir to his great unification.

No matter how arrogant Feng Miaolian is, this is a bottom line. If she stepped on this bottom line, she didn't know if she could still live here and talk to him like this.

She looked up, half-hearted. Someone once said that when you want to cry, raise your head so that the tears will never flow again.

She used to be the murderous Feng Miaolian, the vicious Fengmiaol Feng Miaolian, and Feng Miaolian who had just taken revenge on the execution of the King of Xianyang...... However, in the case of his son, she did not take action.

He was genuinely pleased. The tiger poison does not eat children, of course he thinks about his son - just like the net she just opened, she finally stopped at the critical moment.

However, the 'yin' shadow in his heart has been planted, and the estrangement between him and her has grown, and from then on, there will be no going back to the past.

Perhaps, since the moment she came back from the family temple, between them, there has never been a return to the past—because there are so many people and several mountains in between...... Originally, the two thought that these things could be solved, but they could no longer solve them.

It's just that after such a long time, so many 'twists' and turns, thousands of setbacks, and many futile efforts, the two have to admit this reality.

Feng Miaolian used up the last of her tenderness and fed the 'medicine' to his mouth.

Until he drank all the bowls of 'medicine', the blood stains on his dry lips were completely integrated into the brown 'medicine' juice, haggard, tired, sad, and she couldn't face those questioning eyes.

She suddenly realized that she could not stay any longer, and did not dare to sit face to face with him in this room.

"Your Majesty, there are many ministers who have come to visit the sick...... Do you want to meet them? ”

He was silent. At this time, he should have summoned the minister, but he didn't. The 'mess' in my mind went from pain to anger, as if something had been suppressed was rushing up again.

She stood for a while, and she also felt dizzy and 'flowery', and she had already exhausted herself after a whole day of busyness and calculation. She stood up, a little fluttering: "Your Majesty...... You get some rest first, I'll lie next door for a while......"

Next door? Why go next door???

The illness made people extremely irritable and irritable, especially when he saw her get up and prepare to leave, his anger was immediately ignited.