5253. Chapter 5253 Death is like a lamp going out 5
He covered his heart and asked himself over and over again: What did I do wrong? What sins do I have to forgive? Why do they treat me like this?
However, no one answered him.
He has been reflecting on himself: This is his habit. No matter what mistakes happen, he will not vent his anger on others first, but will first look for the reasons from himself: Is it because I am not good enough? I was inadvertent in one incident.
Did something wrong? Is it really disgusting to be disappointed to abandon it to such a point???
But this time, he couldn't do such rationality.
My heart was hollowed out, and my internal organs were dug out without mercy, but they were filled with a handful of stinky and rotten vegetable leaves.
No one in this world needs me anymore: my parents are already in heaven, brothers and sisters can only make me suffer, my wife never wants me to go home, my friends want me to die soon. Even unifying the world is just a dream
——That was the world of a man named Yang Jian. He had always disbelief in the past, but now he believed it without reservation.
What's the use of being born with me? Even being a woman's husband and becoming a lover is no longer qualified or room for her.
He suddenly felt unable to breathe, and his nostrils were squirting, and his hands pressed hard on his chest... Help, help, I can't survive.
The eunuch outside the door had not received any news for too long. When he saw Princess Pengcheng angrily out. After so long, he suddenly felt something was wrong, so he walked to the door and started knocking on the door: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
No one answered, and the old eunuch pushed the door in and saw His Majesty tilting on the collapsed seat, his face dark, as if he had lost his breath.
"Oh my God... I'm here... I'll go and ask the imperial physician... Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Your Majesty, wake up... You'll wake up... Your Majesty is sick, come quickly..."
The surroundings were empty, and the secret letter was inside his sleeves until the servants helped him to the bed with all their might...
The imperial doctors were busy all night, and all the officials were waiting on the eaves outside. Everyone dared not say a word, but they were wondering anxiously: Can Your Majesty survive this level? Or, in the end,
What made His Majesty so stimulated that he suddenly became exhausted and was unable to bear the disease? What should he do if he died? The new prince has not yet determined how to distribute his rights? No one cares about his life and death, they only consider their own interests.