That night, it was freezing in Luoyang City.

Fu Yanqing hugged a heavy fur and sat on a chair in the courtyard, her eyes staring at the door of the mansion with anxiety in anticipation. He seemed to be waiting for something important, and seemed to be waiting for a big news, but the person he was waiting for was delayed, and the news he was waiting for had not arrived, so he could only wrap himself tightly in a robe to relieve the endless cold from the outside world and the bottom of his heart.

"Old General!" As an old voice sounded, an old man with gray hair walked quickly towards Fu Yanqing, the sun shone on his face, and he could clearly see that there were two deep tear stains on his cheeks.

Fu Yanqing looked at the person who came when she heard the voice, and stood up involuntarily, "Fu Lin, why are you so flustered, could it be that Ying'er ......?"

Fu Lin nodded heavily, and burst into tears again, "Old general, Siniang is ...... She chased and killed Yuwen Yanyi for several days, but there was no news. The old slave sent a family member to inquire about the news to report that a young girl had died tragically in Jiugong Mountain, her body had been eaten by wild wolves, and this thing was only found from the ground. As he spoke, he took out a bloodstained sachet from his bosom, and it was no longer possible to see the original color, only the word "Ying" embroidered with white silk was faintly recognizable.

When Fu Yanqing saw the sachet, his face instantly turned pale, then turned iron blue again, and finally turned purple-red, so red that he seemed to be dripping blood. He snatched the bloodstained sachet and shouted angrily: "Yuwen Yanyi, the old man treats you like a parent, but you killed a pair of my children one after another, and the old man and you don't share the sky!" Before his words could land, a mouthful of blood spurted out violently, and he fell to the ground on his back.

Fu Lin hugged Fu Yanqing, shook his body vigorously, and kept calling the old general in his mouth. He called Fu Yanqing for a long time, but there was no response, just his eyes widened, staring straight at the sky, and blood kept gushing out of the corners of his mouth.

"Old general, hold on!" Fu Lin shouted a few more times, and seeing that Fu Yanqing was still motionless, he subconsciously reached out to probe his snort. It's okay that he didn't probe, but the whole person instantly collapsed to the ground, his breathing became disordered in an instant, and he burst into tears again, and only shouted after a while: "Someone! The old general has returned to the West! ”

When everyone in the house heard the voice, they rushed to the courtyard in unison, and when they saw the old general's death so tragically, they all burst into tears, and in an instant the house was shrouded in a deep sadness that could not be dissolved, and everyone's hearts were full of grief and indignation. And this kind of grief and indignation has nowhere to vent, and it suffocates everyone.

On the second day, at the end of the day, the sky was just right.

The team braved the wind and snow for a day and a night, and finally arrived at the foot of Tokyo. This night, Fu Xinhuan didn't know how she came over, and the infinite sadness and resentment in her heart tortured her to vomit blood several times, and tears slipped from her eyes again and again, wetting her clothes.

However, as a saint in the world, even if there is more sorrow and pain, she can only endure it silently. Whenever the riders noticed something was wrong and bowed to St. Ann, she would only clench her teeth and insist on saying "It's okay."

But she is a human being after all, a woman who is no longer young and has worked hard for the country. After this sudden change, she really couldn't hold on, and she almost lost the motivation to hold on any longer. She leaned against the soft cushion in the carriage, her eyes staring blankly ahead, her face paler than paper.

"Sage, we're at the Suzaku Gate in Tokyo!"

Fu Xinhuan listened to the report of the rider outside the car, and did not make any response, but her hand subconsciously lifted the corner of the curtain, and looked at the Suzaku Gate standing majestically in front of her. Suzaku Gate is the south gate of Tokyo, and it was this gate when Fu Xinhuan left Tokyo two days ago, and at that time she was still determined that her father must have been confused when he used the army to intercept and kill Yuwen Yanyi, but now she understands her father's actions.

Father's love is like a mountain, when Fu Zhaoxin was alive, Fu Yanqing could be said to have scolded him, but when someone killed him, Fu Yanqing could completely abandon his reputation and gamble the rest of his life, and he also wanted to avenge Fu Zhaoxin, just because it was his son.

Suddenly, a rapid sound of horses' hooves came from the back of the team, and in a blink of an eye, they reached Fu Xinhuan's car. Fu Xinhuan saw that the person who came was Fu Lin, the chief manager, and at this moment he was dusty, his eyes were blood-red, and it was obvious that he had been riding his horse all night because of an emergency. Fu Xinhuan's heart sank suddenly, "Fu Lin, why are you here?" Don't...... Could it be that my father ......?"

Seeing this, the team stopped marching, Fu Lin turned over and dismounted, knelt beside Fu Xinhuan's car with a "poof", and cried bitterly: "Holy ...... Sage, last night Master Fu saw Qin Xue's corpse and heard the news of Siniang's death, so he was angry...... Died in a fit of rage! ”

"What! Father's ...... My father is gone! When Fu Xinhuan heard this, she felt that her eyes were dark, and she suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood, and immediately fainted. The riders were shocked when they saw this, and hurriedly dismounted, and Fu Lin was so frightened that he stopped his sorrow.

The first rider was quite sophisticated, and immediately said: "Li Huai, you know a little about medical skills, you must do your best to rescue the saint." I'll go into the palace and ask for the official family and the imperial doctor! ”

"Yes!" Li Huai hurriedly responded, he didn't care about the courtesy of the monarch and the minister, and jumped into the carriage. The first rider took three steps and two steps, quickly mounted his mount, and galloped towards the palace.

Not long after, Zhao Guangyi took a few imperial doctors and rode a fast horse to the Suzaku Gate. When he got closer, Zhao Guangyi jumped off the horse, rushed into the carriage and picked up Fu Xinhuan, and said anxiously: "Xinhuan, Xinhuan, what's wrong with you!" Wake up! ”

Fu Xinhuan faintly heard Zhao Guangyi's voice in a coma, slowly opened her eyes, and squeezed out a smile, "The official family, the concubines have been infected with the wind and cold along the way, and they have heard bad news one after another, I'm afraid it will be ...... I'm afraid it won't work. Before the concubine died, there were two things to tell the official family, and there was no regret about the concubine's death. ”

Zhao Guangyi took Fu Xinhuan's hand, and his voice trembled involuntarily, "No, you won't die!" I have brought all the best imperial doctors from Tai Hospital, and they will definitely be able to cure you, they will definitely be able to! ”

Fu Xinhuan smiled bitterly and said: "It's useless, no one can cure the concubine's illness, I just hope that the official family can let the concubine finish speaking, so that the concubine can go with peace of mind." ”

Zhao Guangyi nodded, "Okay, what Xinhuan wants to say, I will definitely do it." ”

"The official family, the concubines have fulfilled their mission, and they have let their father hand over the military power. Although he is young, with his martial arts and courage, he has firmly grasped the heart of the army in less than two hours, and he will definitely have a bright future in the future. In addition, Yuwen Yanyi ...... Yuwen Yanyi ...... "Fu Xinhuan's voice is getting weaker and weaker, and it is almost inaudible to say this. Zhao Guangyi hurriedly put his ears on it, and then he barely heard Fu Xinhuan say, "Yuwen Yanyi can't ...... Don't ......"

Zhao Guangyi really couldn't hear Fu Xinhuan's voice clearly, and couldn't help but ask anxiously and loudly: "Xinhuan, what do you say Yuwen Yanyi can't do?" ”

Fu Xinhuan couldn't speak anymore, only shook her head slightly, and then slowly closed her eyes. Zhao Guangyi hurriedly reached out to pinch Fu Xinhuan's people, and shouted in his mouth, "Xinhuan! Xinhuan! Don't scare me, open your eyes and make it clear to me! ”

Zhao Guangyi called for a long time, Fu Xinhuan didn't have the slightest response, he hurriedly shouted to the imperial doctors standing in front of the car: "Why are you standing there, don't come up to save people!" ”

The imperial doctors even claimed that it was, and rushed into the carriage to treat Fu Xinhuan. However, they soon shook their heads and said tremblingly, "Official...... Official, saint she...... She's dead......"

Zhao Guangyi held Fu Xinhuan's hand, only to feel that her hand was getting colder and colder, and her heart was also cooling. Fu Xinhuan has accompanied him through ups and downs for so many years, when he was the king of Jin, Fu Xinhuan was his most intimate think tank, and after ascending the throne, Fu Xinhuan was one of the few people who could make him feel warm in a high position. How much Fu Xinhuan has worked for him, how much effort he has made, he knows better than anyone else. But now, Fu Xinhuan is gone, and she died in her arms like this, but she didn't even hear her last words.

The wind rose again, the sky fell with heavy snow, and in a blink of an eye, the sky and the earth became chaotic and unclear, and the eyes were full of white. In an instant, Zhao Guangyi seemed to have returned to more than 20 years ago, back to the day when he married Fu Xinhuan. It was also heavy snow that day, and today's general heavy snow, Zhao Guangyi once complained about the bad weather, but Fu Xinhuan laughed and said that she liked snow the most. Since then, Zhao Guangyi has accompanied her to see many snows and spend many long winters.

Zhao Guangyi slowly lowered his head, looked at Fu Xinhuan's pale face, and said softly: "Xinhuan, open your eyes quickly, it's snowing......"