The snow is getting heavier and heavier, Xu Zhaoyi is sitting in front of the desk, the window is half open, reflecting the goose feather snow outside the window, and the clear light enters through the window, lining the gorgeous dress in her hand, which is unspeakably expensive.

Huayi is made of Guangping satin worth a thousand gold, gold thread mixed with silver thread interwoven and embroidered like a spring peach, Xu Zhaoyi rarely uses such a luxurious material, she embroiders very seriously, every stitch and thread seems to pour all her feelings, those spring peaches seem to be very smooth in the spring rain.

The style of the gorgeous dress is rare, it is a style that can only be worn by a girl and a lady, and she may not be able to see her beloved daughter and an adult, marry and have children, and can only show her love in this gorgeous dress.

By this time, she was calm. The boundaries between life and death have become blurred for her, but it is particularly regrettable that she cannot see her daughter grow up.

The hall was empty, Yuruo had long since disappeared, the tea on the small red clay stove was bubbling open, and someone pushed the door in with the wind and snow, breaking the silence of this room.

The purple-clothed maid did not approach, but looked at her with an extremely indifferent expression, and pronounced her death: "Zhaoyi Xu, there is no one in his eyes, angering Mrs., Mrs. is kind, and Ling Er kills herself." Xu, don't thank Lord Longen? ”

This fluttering sentence slowly landed and landed on Xu Zhaoyi's head, which still made her look pale, and her normally straight back bent down at this moment: "Zhaoyi Xu, Mrs. Xie Longen." ”

Bitterness welled up in her heart, and she couldn't help sneering in her heart, Madame had done ugly things for people to discover, but she still put people to death for such a high-sounding reason, and if she acted like this, she would not die well in the future.

The maid in Tsing Yi held a cup of poisonous wine, walked out from behind the purple-clothed maid, lowered her head, and respectfully presented the poisoned wine to Xu Zhaoyi.

She stretched out her hand, took the jade cup, glanced at the purple-clothed maid, and then drank it all, and then faced her again, tilting the jade cup so that there was not a drop of poisoned wine left.

The purple-clothed maid was satisfied and led the people away.

Xu Zhaoyi knelt on the desk, the colic pain first rose from her abdomen, and then spread to her whole body, she was so painful that she couldn't hold the needle, she could only gasp, and folded the unfinished embroidered dress with trembling hands little by little.

She took out a small sachet from her bosom again, and before she could hold it firmly, she fell to the ground, and she couldn't hold it anymore, so she was about to fall.

Gu Qingping pushed open the door of the hall suddenly, and he couldn't care much about the wind and snow, so he rushed up to support her, and tears rolled down before he could speak: "Zhaoyi!" I'm late......"

Xu Zhaoyi leaned on her daughter's arms tiredly, her daughter's shoulders were still so thin, not enough to support the grief of losing her mother, her heart was sour, and she couldn't help crying: "Ping'er...... I...... I'm sorry for you. ”

Gu Qingping hugged her harder, she couldn't do anything at the moment, this killing was led by Madame, Your Majesty acquiesced, no one could save Xu Zhaoyi anymore, her heart was powerless, and tears were pouring out.

Xu Zhaoyi raised her hand to wipe away her tears, but the blood had spilled out of her mouth and nose, making it difficult for her to speak, Gu Qingping wiped the blood from her again and again in vain, until the sleeves were dyed red, and he couldn't stop the bleeding.

Xu Zhaoyi leaned slightly close to her ear, and said intermittently in a low voice: "Ping'er...... My Ping'er. Don't be resentful, don't, take revenge, you have to be good...... Brave to live, with my mother's, I hope, my Ping'er...... Safe and smooth...... Worry-free for a lifetime. Her voice weakened, and one hand hung down, just touching the small sachet.

Xu Zhaoyi's gaze gradually drifted, she crossed Gu Qingping, and saw the heavy snow blowing outside the window, and at the last moment of her life, she thought of the snow-covered young man, although now they are all different.

Your Majesty, concubine, you are going to break your word.

Xu Zhaoyi closed her eyes, and her humble life disappeared.

Gu Qingping hugged her and finally cried.

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Cheng'an Temple.

The hall was filled with the smell of bitter medicine that could not be dispersed, and His Majesty, who was leaning on the bed, was pale, adding a few different styles to him.

Yuruo looked at him obsessively, presented the sachet of incense, and relayed Xu Zhaoyi's words.

His Majesty lowered his eyelashes, his eyes were unclear, and he looked at the sachet with a blank expression.

Yu Ruo couldn't figure out what he meant, and asked tentatively: "Since Your Majesty doesn't like it, the slave threw away this sachet?" ”

His Majesty raised his eyes to look at her, and a cold light flashed in his eyes for a moment: "Take it." ”

His Majesty took this simple sachet and stroked the familiar patterns on it, and finally inevitably revealed a touch of sadness.

Yuruo was shocked.

His Majesty looked at her again: "Go down and receive the punishment yourself." ”

Yuruo looked at him in disbelief, but still retreated in submission.

His Majesty leaned on the bed tiredly, the sachet in his hand faintly exuding a dark fragrance, and his eyes were closed, which made people wonder through.

Yan Hui hurriedly entered, gently bent down and said in his ear: "Your Majesty, Xu Zhaoyi, go." ”

Emperor Sheng Yuan didn't react, Yan Hui didn't dare to say much, so he could only stand by respectfully.

His Majesty's hand holding the sachet tightened tighter and tighter, he opened his eyes, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and passed out.

Yan Hui was shocked and hurriedly sent the imperial doctor.

No one saw that a drop of water fell from the corner of His Majesty's eye.