The wind and snow outside the window suddenly became heavier, whirring. Although the weather in Luoyang is not as bitter cold as Pingcheng, it is still the north after all, and at this time, there is no intention of spring, but it has intensified. The wind swept the snowflakes and slammed them on the window lattice, and soon the window turned snow-white.

The thousand-year-old tree outside the door, almost half of its leaves had fallen off, and the rest was covered with ice and snow, turning into a snow-white behemoth.

The strange cold wind swishing outside the door quickly froze people's hearts and solidified into hard ice cubes that could never melt.

All around, you can only hear a loud bang, but when you listen carefully, you find that it turns out that it is only a heartbeat, and each other can hear each other's heartbeat clearly, but this heartbeat gradually loses its strength, weaker than the pulse, and more unpredictable than self-torture.

Feng Miaolian knelt on the ground, the fire was blazing, making her head and face feel a burst of heat, but her legs were numb, obviously she only knelt for a while, but she couldn't walk upright.

She didn't look up, she couldn't see his expression; He was breathing heavily, and he couldn't see her drooping eyelids.

Obviously it is a stone's throw away, but the heart is already at the end of the world, no matter how much tenderness, no matter how much tolerance, no matter how many hugs, no matter how strong lingering and memories, I don't want to shorten this distance again.

Finally, Feng Miaolian felt that her legs were very soft, and the wrist holding the holy decree was also very sore. She staggered to her feet, staggered, and almost fell to the ground. However, he did not reach out to support her, nor did he lose the strength to support, but just watched her hand over the holy decree, and her tone was so polite and detached, just like a real concubine facing the emperor, with careful atonement in her tone, flattering, respectful and humble: "Your Majesty, the concubine does not dare to receive such a heavy reward, and she is not worthy, so return it to Your Majesty!! ”

A holy decree is as heavy as a thousand pounds.

She put it down, she felt relaxed, and even a faint smile appeared on her face: In this life, she owes him a lot of affection, his, the queen mother's ...... If it weren't for these two people, she would always be a humble concubine, and she would be married to be someone's concubine casually, and her whole life would pass with a blind eye. It was he who transformed her from the humblest maiden into the noblest woman. She can't repay this love, everything she thinks is natural, and now she understands that this is not natural, it is a deep debt and guilt, so she would rather pay it back to him.

During the whole process, he never spoke, in his mind, in his heart, at this time, he had become a mess, which was more difficult to make decisions than when he was a teenager without any background of relatives and did not know the truth, between the queen mother and the courtiers, and the dilemma of rushing left and right; It is even more impossible to break through than the trade-offs before a grand battle; More absurd than anything he had ever experienced......

She returned the Divine Decree.

Return the life-saving prescription he gave her - she had a difficult birth, she couldn't give birth, she had no sense of security and security, so he gave it to her and let her have the right to bind the little prince and the little emperor in the future!

However, she actually gave him back this right, without caring or cherishing it, as if this thing was just an insignificant, just an inconsequential thing, thrown away, and not worthy of any reservation.

That is the last protection that a man can give to a woman, the last promise, and even for this, he doesn't even care about the country's society, and he doesn't even care about the political risks later - just for this woman, let her interfere with her son, let her dominate the world, and let her protect herself...... He can ignore any danger and consequences it brings.

However, at this time, she actually returned it to him.

It's like I don't know what this thing is for.

It's not that I don't know, I'm tired! It's just too tired. In this protracted love court war, she went from a girl fighting to a woman, from the initial innocence to the calculation; From three childhood sweethearts to three parting ways; Even, even the innocence and gentleness of the past no longer exist.

He leaned against the head of the bed, unable to see any expression, except closed his eyes tightly, and did not glance at the decree placed on the table, and only when he looked closely could he see the sharp rise and fall of his chest, the trembling and the turbulent last death......

However, Feng Miaolian didn't know if she didn't see it or didn't hear it at all. It was so silent that she couldn't hear the last of the heat emanating from a man's chest.

The whole body has lost its strength, the strength of the lover, the strength of pity, the softness and thoughtfulness, lingering and intertwined...... She had lost all of these strengths.

A strand of hair fell to cover her face, and she stroked it gently, raising her palm against the flickering candlelight, just enough to reflect the deep scar on it.

That was when she left the palace that year, she broke with him, went down with one palm, and broke off the old grievances - has it been since that time, she has completely lost the strength of her lover? After that, no matter what he did, no matter how far he came, she was no longer her?

Is the root of the tragedy because he is still the same person?

He stood there, never changing, but she was unrecognizable????

His gaze slowly opened and fell on her palm, but soon, she had already put it down, her hands were already behind her back, and she was still respectful: "Your Majesty, please rest well, the concubine will retire first." ”

She turned, his gaze dimmed, and the breath in his chest suddenly fell to the ground, and he fell heavily on the bed, emitting an extremely suppressed muffled snort.

Feng Miaolian was taken aback, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, but saw that his cheeks showed an extremely terrifying red and dead ash expression. It was terrible, it didn't look like a living person at all, or rather, like a person had exhausted all his strength.

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty...... What happened to you? I'll call the Imperial Doctor right away...... ...... right away."

His head was nestled on her shoulder, his energy was passing rapidly, his eyes were so dim, and a strange thought suddenly arose in his heart, this woman, if she said a few gentle words now. But she didn't. She was anxious but not surprised, as if she knew that death was inevitable, but she just methodically: "Your Majesty, I will call the imperial doctor ...... immediately"

No, I don't want a royal doctor, I don't want a royal doctor. At this moment, what I need most is not the imperial doctor. His lips were open, but he couldn't say anything, and the more he tried to express it, the more unclear he became.

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