"......" I didn't speak, my eyes were firmly fixed on the white cloth in front of me, and I felt that my mind was full of bloody scenes, I hurriedly turned my head away, and the corners of my eyes were a little sour.

She knelt there and didn't give up, her head hit the floor and 'Keke' sounded: "The new emperor will stand, the government and the opposition in the past dynasties, the corpse of the old emperor has never existed, can't you bear to see the last face of the emperor!" ”

- Finally, one side.

Lan'er's words were like sharp swords, swishing towards my heart, I wanted to dodge, but I couldn't.

If Feng Jiu really came over, then Lan'er, Lan'er didn't talk about the last side, even his corpse would be difficult for me to keep.

The palace maids around me were as flustered as I was, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to me, my last, their only master.

The panic in their hearts permeated their faces, and the wind blew through their hair, rendering this emotion to the entire palace wall.

After all, I was a little calmer than them, barely supported the shelf, and scolded: "Presumptuous! Even if this damn Feng Jiu becomes the emperor, the mourning family is his mother-in-law after all! Does he dare not even respect his mother-in-law! ”

Even though I know that Feng Jiu and Feng Lan are originally opposites, I have never felt sorry for Mingqin's slut, and Feng Jiu's unhappy life is also half because of me.

Saying this kind of thing at this moment, obviously...... Ignore it.

But rules are rules, I picked up my shelf and glanced at them coldly, they were all silent and trembling slightly.

"He......h," I sighed, and with a wave of the Bird's sleeve, commanded, "Lift the cloth away, and look at it as an eyesore." ”

Lan'er didn't say much, lowered her head, and her fingers, which were as slender as orchids, pinched the corner of the cloth and pulled it away tremblingly.

And then, too, I saw the familiar face of the man lying on it.

How can a mother describe the appearance of a son?

Handsome and bright, the wind god is bright-eyed? Or the so-called Maung Sai Phan An?

My son Feng is admittedly the most handsome I have ever seen, and he is also the handsome man in my heart. He lies here quietly, it is really very different from when he was a child, there is an indescribable quietness, and he is no longer the man who was obedient to me and undisciplined behind his back when he grew up.

He was so obedient, it was rare for him to lie here in peace, as if he was asleep.

There was a bewitching red flower on his chest, just like the peony he had picked at the pond when he was a child, and he pinned it to his chest.

The only difference is that he won't laugh anymore.

"Feng Lan." I grabbed his hand that held the power of the firmament, and held it in the palm of my hand to cover it hot, "Whatever you wanted before, the queen mother did her best to give you, but she said it." ”

"You can ask for anything you want, but don't ask for a woman's heart."

“……”

"You don't believe it, so you try to do it, you try to do it, you try to fight for it, and in the end, you struggle. You've asked for so long, you've begged for so long, and now...... Finally tired? ”

At the beginning, Feng Lan's tiger talisman was lost, and only me and him knew about it at this time, so I glared at him anxiously and ordered him to look for it, but he was not in a hurry, believing and saying: 'She will not harm me'.

I don't know who that 'she' is.

I took his hand and stroked it gently, "It's good to be tired, it's good to be tired, it's good to be tired, come to the queen mother." Whatever you want to eat, the queen mother asks someone to cook it for you, and what you want to drink, the queen mother will boil it for you herself. ”