"Your Majesty, don't move... Don't move... Your Majesty, please save the emperor quickly. If you don't save the emperor, he will die... Your Majesty, I will never dare to talk nonsense again
...You save the emperor, you save him..."
Luo Jia looked away miserably.
The third prince roared angrily: "Mother, now that things have come to this point, my son will die if he dies. What's there to be afraid of? You don't have to beg him. He is so kind and has no one caring about his eyes except the witch and the prince...
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Concubine Lin cried out loudly: "Your Majesty, I said the wrong thing... I made mistakes... Please... Please forgive my own flesh and blood, that is your flesh and blood.
...Apart from the prince, you only have such an adult son... Please..."
A gust of wind blew, blowing from the open window, rolling with yellow leaves. It's winter - before I knew it, it's winter.
A leaf fell down from the windowsill and fell right at the feet of Luo Jia.
Luo Jia raised his foot, subconsciously stepped on it, and then moved it away.
Huang Ye was still lying on the ground safely.
He raised his head, but saw a yellow leaf on his son's face, covering his bloody face on his left. He seemed to be fainting.
He suffered too much scars and was already weak. This time, his struggle seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength. He could only collapse on the ground, and even his mother was begging for him repeatedly for mercy, he could no longer hear clearly. Consciousness,
It seems to be so blurry.
When Concubine Lin saw her son fainting, she cried heartbrokenly: "Son of the Emperor...Son of the Emperor, please wake up, wake up quickly..."
She used all her strength to hug her son.
Luo Jia was stunned, and walked slowly down, looking at his son.
After all, it was my own flesh and blood, but at this time, I couldn't make up my mind.
Outside the door, the psychic Taoist priest stood far away, feeling surprisingly nervous.
Even Yi Hun stood far away at the other end of the corridor, lowering his head. In the middle of winter, his forehead was covered with sweat. He had almost never been so nervous in his life.