The emperor's face was a little ugly, but he didn't get angry. He nodded lightly in response and walked in without changing his expression.
When they entered, Yehua had already packed up. The queen was lying quietly on the bed, with a trace of undried blood still remaining on the corner of her mouth. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, as if she were smiling, and her face was as pale as paper with a few traces of tears.
He seemed to be crying again.
Yehua stood quietly on one side, with his hands folded in front of him, and his long eyelashes slowly drooped, creating a shell-like silhouette on his face under the early morning light.
The prophet followed the emperor and walked in slowly, but when he saw the scene in front of him, his body trembled involuntarily. He murmured to himself: "How, how, could this happen! She just clearly...
..”
"Father, good luck." Ye Hua's voice was very soft, and there was no trace of twists and turns. He leaned down slightly, but did not give a big gift.
"How about Mingming?" The emperor's fists hidden under his sleeves were tightly clenched, his sharp eyebrows raised high, he turned his head and glared at the prophet.
The prophet's Adam's apple rolled. He wanted to say something, but he still swallowed it. He turned his eyes away and said nothing. However, the two pairs of seemingly indifferent eyes were now filled with mist. A little bit.
His rickety shoulders were shaking slightly.
The emperor turned his head and did not look at the queen on the bed. Instead, he grabbed Yehua's neck with one hand, glared into Yehua's eyes and said, "What did your mother say to you before she died!"
Yehua looked into his eyes indifferently, as if the person being restrained was not him, and did not dodge. He slowly raised one hand, and then handed a letter into the emperor's hand. Every word was not tight.
Bu Huan said: "When the son came in, the queen mother was still breathing. After giving the letter to the son, she passed away. She only asked the son to hand the letter into the hands of the father." Following Yehua, there were waves.
Said calmly, the emperor's hand that held Yehua slowly loosened his grip.
Yehua seized this opportunity and stepped back slightly, flattening the wrinkles in front of him without caring, his eyes slowly turned to the extremely quiet queen on the bed, took a deep breath, and slowly used his not-so-sharp nails.
Penetrating the flesh.
He really wanted to step forward and give this hypocrite a few slaps, and he even felt happy after killing him... But he couldn't, even if it wasn't for himself, and for the queen's sake, he couldn't do this.
Do.
Although the Queen did not reveal too much in the end, Yehua also clearly understood that the Queen must have done these things for herself.
So now, apart from sitting on the throne and fulfilling the queen's wish, Yehua has no other aspirations. Although he initially fought for the throne to prove himself, he spent too much and made too many enemies along the way. Now, even if he
If he wants to withdraw from this silent struggle, he probably has no choice but to do it... Bai Yan, how could he let him go...
With trembling hands, the emperor moved to the side of Fengtan with the support of Eunuch Li. His calloused fingers trembled slightly and opened the envelope. When the familiar self that was no longer familiar jumped into his eyes, the emperor's figure
He was shaking, his vision went dark, and he was completely paralyzed.
Because the Queen is a grassland girl, she has ignored these calligraphy and painting skills since she was a child. This handwriting was taught by him personally. When she first started writing, it was crooked and ugly, but she did not expect that this handwriting would become even more ugly.
Now he looks a lot like himself.
"Ye Qi. Please allow me to call you this. When you open this letter, I must have left you. I'm sorry, I still missed you after all.
You won't understand that in fact, I have been enduring your torture all these years not only because I want to save my two children, but also because of my love for you.
Maybe it's a bit vague to say this word at this time. I know that you must hate me, but there are some things that I cannot stop by myself.
The matter has come to this, and it is useless to say more. Since Susu married you, she has never wanted anything from you, nor has she ever been jealous of any concubines to make you upset. The first time I begged you was before Yehua Yesheng was born. At that time, I begged you to let Yehua go, and you agreed.
So today, can Ye Qi still agree to Su Su's request?
If you let Yehua go again, you should let yourself go and let Susu go.
For so many years, you have been worried about this matter, and you have even tried every means to kill them.
From the day I received the news of Ye Sheng's death, I had already calculated that today would happen.
I thought I wanted to be relaxed and relieved, but I couldn't relax no matter what. I couldn't suppress the fear, panic, and cowardice. Ye Qi, even now, I still can't bear to leave you.
To me, you are like the fireworks that fill the sky, not so beautiful, but people can't help but watch and love you.
If there is an afterlife, Ye Qi, can you give me a chance so that the person I meet and fall in love with for the first time is you.
——Qin Susu.”
There were still unburned red candles on the table, slowly swaying in the breeze. The emperor held the envelope tightly with both hands, puckering the sides, but he didn't dare to let go.
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the emperor slowly closed his eyes, no longer looking at the notes on the slightly yellowed paper.
Susu, Susu, from the very beginning when you married me for Mongolia and your father, were you destined not to live for yourself in this life?
After a long time, the emperor slowly opened his eyes, and said slowly in a hoarse voice, as if rolling on the sand: "Come here, tell me my will. The queen passed away unfortunately, and the whole country mourned. I added the title of queen as prime, and specially gave it to Xiling." !”
really!
After the emperor's decree was issued, Yehua smiled bitterly. No wonder his mother would leave such last words for him. The emperor was suspicious and careless by nature, so how could he allow an unclean woman to be buried with him? In the same tomb, it is a pity that the mother's heart is broken!
When he took the letter from the emperor, the prophet never said a word. He just stood up straight, his eyes kept looking at the woman on the bed, and he muttered something as if he was saying something. To outsiders, but It's just the chanting that a prophet should do. Only the person lying on the bed can understand what he really said.
By the time Yehua arrived at the palace, the appointed time had already arrived.
The breeze blew slowly through the woods, and the dense leaves made a rustling sound. At this time, it sounded more like the cry of an aggrieved woman.
Hua Xuanji sat quietly by the river, holding Qi'er, who was already sleeping soundly and covered with clothes, in her arms for a sleepless night, looking back in the direction of Xiao Jiu from time to time.
She is still not decisive enough, and she is actually looking forward to Yehua's arrival.
Looking at the slowly whitening sky, Xiao Jiu on the other side was also jumping up and down in a hurry. His original sleepiness had long since disappeared. Regardless of his wounds, he got out of the carriage and walked around in circles.
He stopped and cast his gaze into the depths of the dense night forest, looking forward to Yehua's arrival just like Hua Xuanji.
Also having a sleepless night was Yu Wuxia. His eyes were not only on Hua Xuanji but also on the surrounding side of the dense night forest.
However, his wish was exactly the opposite of Xiaojiu and Hua Xuanji. If possible, it would be best for Yehua never to appear in front of Hua Xuanji. He was the one who let go first.
Moreover, at this time, he was even more worried about why his master wanted to get involved in this matter.
Although the master has many connections with him, Yu Wuxia is the kind of person with exquisite skills. He knows that the master will never harm him, so he has not inquired about his master's life experience.
Now it seems that I was too negligent. After this incident is over, I'd better send someone to investigate the status of my master. If for no other reason than that, if he really plans to do harm to Hua Xuanji, I will also
We should have taken precautions long ago, right? But, my master rarely interferes in other people's affairs, so why is that?
The green eyes narrowed slightly, Yu Wuxia shook his head in confusion, and looked back at Hua Xuanji. At this moment, the green eyes happened to glance at Hua Xuanji's back and trembled slightly.
However, the only thin quilt in the car was given to Qi'er. Yu Wuxia's Adam's apple rolled slightly. Without saying a word, she took off her outer shirt and put it on Hua Xuanji's body. She whispered: "It's cold.
, be careful not to catch a cold."
"Thank you." Hua Xuanji turned around, smiled at Qiang Qiang, stretched out her hand to push away the clothes he brought, hugged Qi'er and stood up slowly, raised her chin to Xiao Jiu and said, "Already
Time has passed."
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, maybe the prince has something to do to delay you. Look, it's still early. Why don't you stay here for a little longer." Xiao Jiu defended Yehua incoherently, with a look of eagerness on his face.
Expression. He walked forward quickly, stretched out his hand and grasped Hua Xuanji's sleeve tightly.
Xiaojiu has been staying with Yehua since he was a child. He knows Yehua's temperament better than anyone else. He will never come late for no reason. What's more, the other party is Hua Xuanji, whom he has longed for day and night. Presumably, the prince
Something must have happened.
"Didn't I say that if you miss it, you just missed it. The past will eventually pass. Yehua and I are destined to have a relationship but not a destiny. In this case, why force it? Even if he comes now, the explanation he gives me may not be in my heart.
I think, Xiaojiu, you'd better let go." Hua Xuanji stretched out her hand to pull away Xiaojiu's hand from hers, and walked toward the carriage with Kai'er, who was sleeping in a daze.
"Your Majesty, your Majesty must have been delayed by something. How could he let Your Majesty wait here for several hours? Since you have already waited, just wait a little longer. Maybe Your Majesty, Your Majesty will be here soon."
"What do you mean by delaying us like this?" Yu Wuxia raised her eyebrows slightly and said doubtfully: "I'm very curious, are you really just organizing us like this for your prince, or...there are other reasons.