She turned around, his eyes dimmed, and the breath in his chest suddenly fell down tightly, falling heavily on □□, emitting a muffled groan that was extremely suppressed. [】
Shui Lian was shocked and hurriedly helped him up in front of the gun, but saw his cheeks appearing a very terrible red and dead gray. That was so terrible, it didn't look like a living person at all.
, or rather, it is like a person exerting all his strength.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... What's wrong with you? I'll call the imperial physician right away... Immediately..."
His head snuggled against her shoulders, his energy was rapidly passing away, his eyes were so dim, and a strange thought suddenly arose in his heart, if this woman, if she says a few gentle words now, but she doesn't. She is anxious.
But it was not surprising, as if I knew death was inevitable, I was just orderly: "Your Majesty, I will call the imperial physician immediately..."
No, don’t have an imperial doctor, what I want is not an imperial doctor. At this moment, what I need most is not an imperial doctor. His lips were opened, but he couldn’t say anything. The more he wanted to express, the less he couldn’t express it clearly.
.
She was still by his side silently, and reached out to touch his forehead.
But he pulled her hand down.
"You are not Shui Lian, don't touch me!!!"
She was stunned.
But seeing his eyes as cold as ever, it was like looking at a completely stranger.
This is not a disguise, not anger, not because of the words she said before that made him angry - he was real, with a deep cold and indifference in his eyes.
Although his eyes were erratic, he was very serious and careful, looking at her from head to toe, as if he wanted to see this woman clearly, from hair to toe... from her eyebrows to her
The hands curled slightly because of tension...
It was clearly because he was terminally ill, but she was so scared that she shrank all over, as if she was about to die, and the person who was greeted by the god of death reached out to see her.
There is also the imperial edict on the table, which is lying silently, presenting an extremely strange feeling, just like a understanding between the two, a witness to the end of a story.
Shuilian's eyes moved from the imperial edict to his face, and saw his face weak and exhausted, but surprisingly stubborn and determined.