921. Chapter 921 Extra Story: The Death of Xiao Heng 3
His heart fell into nothing as soon as he saw her smiling under the pear tree...
He hated the tacit understanding between her and Xiao Jingyao, and also hated that Xiao Jingyao not only had talents higher than him, but also had the right to get her!
He tried his best to make her happy, and finally got her attention away from Xiao Jingyao to him!
Looking back on the time when he married her, he also received support from the Li family of Zhaojun for his ascension. Compared with Xiao Jingyao's frustration and loneliness, it was so happy!
And now, the same situation happened to him!
Xiao Jingyao ascended the throne, and was accompanied by the strange woman Wei Zijin, and the prince also set up early. Although he was not imprisoned, he was imprisoned in this temple. I don’t know which day would be his whole day...
Xiao Heng shook his head and smiled bitterly. Seeing that the Zen room was already dark, he simply lifted the worn quilt wrapped around him, stood up and groped in the Zen room. A gust of cold wind hit through the worn window, making his body tremble.
Not even his hands are very neat.
After a long time of busyness, he finally lit the candle.
He walked to the window with a candlelight, and the heat he exhaled quickly turned into a white mist. It seemed that it was colder than the daytime.
He reached out and stroked the window frame and found that the water droplets on the window frame had turned into ice. With the faint candlelight, he saw that snowflakes were indeed floating outside the window.
Xiao Heng carefully placed the candlelight aside, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed open the worn paper window. The cold wind rolled the snowflakes and kept floating into the Zen room, and also floated on his head and on his body.
"What a heavy snow..." Xiao Heng sighed lowly, stretched out his hand to catch the falling snowflakes, but the snowflakes like willow catkins fell into his palm and turned into a pool of cold snow water.
The candlelight swayed, and Xiao Heng sat by the window, his body was wet with snowflakes, but he didn't realize it, and his mind was still in his mind that the year Li Jingyou just married him, and he walked on the snow and enjoyed the plum blossoms with him.
The situation.
Thinking of her smile and the poems she picked up casually, he was a little dazed.
But a cold wind woke him up, and her voice, appearance and smile finally left him with his cruelty!
"Ajing, Ajing, I have let everyone down and you down..." Xiao Heng suddenly burst out laughing loudly, and at the end of his laughter, his voice choked up a little.
"Ge was born in the middle of Chu, and the vines were creeping in the wild.
I am so beautiful that I will die. Who is alone?
The genus is born with thorns and vines are found in the field.
I am so beautiful that I will die. Who will? Let me rest alone!
The horn pillow is bright and the brocade quilt is rotten.
I am so beautiful that I will die. Who is the only one?
Summer day, winter night.
After a hundred years old, I will return to my residence!
Winter nights, summer days.
After a hundred years old, I will return to his room!"
Xiao Hengyin was frozen to the end, his whole body was frozen to the point of being stiff, but he didn't know it at all. He reached out to the window with one hand: "I'm going to die, why don't you come to pick me up..."
He widened his eyes and stared out the window, hoping that her ghost would appear in front of him, and then he could not do it until he exhausted his last bit of strength.
The last drop of candle oil in the Zen room burned out unknowingly.
When the weather cleared the next day, the people in the temple pushed his room away and were shocked by the situation inside.
The emperor Xiao Heng, who was once high, sat next to the wide open window, and one hand reached out straight out the window.
But no one knew when he had stopped breathing, his eyes widened and his whole body was already stiff.