"Ah Yan......" he called out.

"When I die, I will burn the body to ashes," she gasped hard, and suddenly felt the heavy stone pressing on her chest, as if someone had moved it away, and her body became much lighter, "You, just take me, go, go to the Northern Dynasty to see, okay?" ”

"Not good!" Ji Ruxuan roared.

"That," the pain that had tormented her for a long time gradually withdrew from her body, and Jiang Fuguang's whole person was also emptied, "It's also good." ”

"I'm sorry, I was wrong," Ji Ruxuan panicked, holding her hand tightly, "I listen to you, listen to your ...... everything"

"I'm sorry," the cloudy tears slipped down the tails of his eyes and sank into his sideburns, "only, I can only accompany you to here, so that I can do whatever I want in the future." ”

"Ah Yan, don't sleep, open your eyes and look at me......"

She heard this, and tried to open her eyes, using all her strength to see him again.

But the eyelids only trembled, and the hand that was tightly interlocked with the man slowly softened, and his consciousness gradually drifted.

In addition to the screams of the imperial doctors, there seemed to be Ji Ruxuan's incessant calls and some chaotic howls.

She opened her mouth to respond to him, but she couldn't open her eyes, only a shallow smile appeared on her lips.

A small shallow pear vortex slowly freezes on the cheeks.

Ji Ruxuan likes her shallow pear vortex.

He saw it, and he knew it, she was fine, and told him not to worry.

She's just a little tired, and she wants to get some sleep.

"Ah Yan—"

The victims knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, only to feel that the sky had fallen.

The eldest princess came to Hangzhou for more than a month, helped them overcome the flood, punished the corrupt officials who plagued the people, controlled the terrible plague, let them have food to eat when they were hungry, cured their diseases, and replanted crops on the flooded land......

After returning to their hometowns, the victims will be exempted from the tax for three years, and they can receive a certain amount of money, grain, and salt subsidies from the imperial court every month from the yamen for half a year.

Victims who died due to delays by local authorities and poor management of resettlement sites can receive an additional compensation.

For those who died as a result of the flood relief, the imperial court will show great sympathy to their families.

……

It was she who supported everyone and survived the dark disaster, they all survived, but the eldest princess herself couldn't survive.

Jiang Fuguang seemed to be pulled into a dream.

The body became very light, like a flying feather, slowly rising into the air, as if breaking away from the shackles of the body, and the whole person became relaxed.

She saw that she was still lying on the couch, her face was gray and withered, her face was stained with sweaty hair, her eyes were closed, and there was a light smile on her lips.

The slender five fingers were weakly clasped between the man's fingers, and the man who was guarding her was kneeling on the edge of the bed, his eyes were red, he kept slapping her face, calling out to her, the green tendons on his forehead appeared, and his expression revealed an ominous madness.

Fuguang was very distressed.

I want to go up and hug him and tell him I'm fine.

But her body was so light that she tried many times, but she could not get close to him, and all the sounds faded away.

Darkness enveloped her.

She looked around in panic, in the dark space, she was the only one, she couldn't see the way out, she couldn't find a place to be, and when she was dazed and frightened, she found herself in the sea of corpses and blood, full of hateful-looking and bitter and wailing evil ghosts.

She heard someone asking her, "Do you have a wish?" ”

"Wish?" She stood blankly in place, her greatest wish was to protect the Taiwei Mansion, so that the relatives who loved her would not follow in the footsteps of the Yu family of the Northern Dynasty.

And she did.

She came to Hangzhou with a lonely heart, disaster relief, disease prevention and treatment, calmed down the disaster, found evidence of Cheng'anhou's destruction of the embankment, and got the accusation of the River Repair Division, Cheng'anhou has no possibility of turning over, without Cheng'anhou's mansion, Jiang Jingzhang has no threat to Taiwei's mansion.

After her death, the report about Shang Yan will be sent to the capital, and the Imperial Historical Observatory will support her, and the household department will support her when they see that so much tax revenue is increased every year, and the other five departments will see that the household department will increase its income, and it will become easier to ask the household department for money in the future, and they will also support it one after another.

The trend is irreversible.

If the people can afford to eat clean official salt, they will not be harmed by illegal salt in the future.

"My wish has been granted." She said.

The voice sounded again: "Are you sure?" ”

Jiang Fuguang hesitated again, for some reason, her heart seemed to be empty, she covered her chest, her heart seemed to have an understanding, her heart hurt as if it had been crushed, and tears fell: "The debt owed can only be repaid in the next life." ”

"Jiang Fuguang." A call rang out behind him.

A voice in her ear kept reminding her not to look back, not to respond, but she still couldn't help but turn around, and a man in a dark robe walked towards her.

"Ji Ruxuan." She subconsciously called him, and dusty memories surged like a tide.

He said, "Don't be afraid, stand behind me." ”

He said, "No matter how many times, I will come to your rescue." ”

He said, "If there were a thousand waters between us, you would be waiting for me where you are." ”

He said, "I will come to you with a thousand mountains and thousands of rivers." ”

He said, "Don't push me away. ”

He said, "Don't leave me behind." ”

Ji Ruxuan held a long knife in his hand, his clothes were dyed with blood into a deeper color, blood ticked down from the hem of his clothes, and he walked towards her from the depths of the dark distance.

"Yan, don't be afraid, I'll pick you up." He looks like Shura, but he smiles like a spring breeze.

She subconsciously took a step back.

"Just wait where I am to pick you up." He casually slashed the demon that tore at him, and said to her with a smile.

Fuguang stood obediently in place, watching him step by step, reaching out to her, intersecting her fingers and clasping them tightly together.

……

I don't know how long it took, Fuguang smelled a strong smell of medicine, kept drilling into his nose, felt like he was being held in a solid and wide embrace, pinched her cheek with a big palm, and poured the medicine that was bitter off his tongue into her mouth hard.

She was so uncomfortable that she couldn't help but writhe away, and the hand on her face increased the force again, forcing her to open her mouth and swallow the medicine.

She didn't have the strength or the sound, she swallowed a few times, she couldn't swallow, and before she could swallow the previous bitter medicine, her mouth was filled with a mouth full of medicine, and the medicine was poured into her mouth, and finally she spit it out.

The person who fed the medicine was crazy, pinched her face hard, made her tilt her head, sprinkled a bowl of medicine, changed the bowl of medicine, and kept repeating the action of feeding the medicine.

"Ayan, Ayan, wake up! Wake up! ”