But what I want is not this - but I just hope that he will live. Just live.
Only when you are alive can you have such a person who will always be with you and will not be so scared.
I once thought there was no distance like that, but it turned out that the ravines between each other were so huge.
What about the love and trust of the past?
The door was closed tightly, and no one knew what was going on inside. Fangfei didn't know either, but just stood there in a daze, his body softened, and he sat on the cold railing next to him.
Inside the house.
As soon as everyone entered, they immediately felt the gloomy atmosphere of death.
His Majesty was lying on the bed, his face dark. The imperial physicians had completely given up on treatment and knelt in a row in the corner.
The prince knelt in front and cried: "Father... everyone has come, everyone has come in..."
The ministers immediately knelt down.
The Taoist Master Tongling and Gao Lu stood in the innermost part.
The voice of the psychic Taoist priest tried his best to maintain calmness: "The third prince plotted a rebellion, and Your Majesty led his army to fight to suppress the rebellion of the northern country... Now, the third prince and Concubine Lin have all been killed... However, Your Majesty was overworked, causing
I have chronic diseases and cold diseases, and I will not treat them..."
This is for the honorific, and of course it would not be pointed out that the third prince was plotting against the rebellion and murdering his father.
"emperor……"
"Brother..."
When the ministers heard the shocking news, they could not react one by one. However, some people still guessed some of the connections.
At this time, I dared to look up at the Yukong--the hero who was still alive yesterday was now dark, obviously he was terminally ill and was only struggling at the last moment.
Therefore, those suspicions have deepened - this is not a cold attack, it is a toxic attack. How could Your Majesty have a toxic attack?
What else can be explained besides the third prince and the mother and son?
Of course, who dares to worry about this issue? It’s just one by one: “Your Majesty is so blessed, and the cold symptoms will be cured…”