The emperor was so angry that he coughed violently after hearing his words. He didn't stop for a long time, and tears came out of the corners of his eyes.
When Feng Qinghan saw the emperor like this, he remembered all kinds of things in the past, including when he was a child and when he grew up, from the previous favor to the subsequent breakup, every scene made him feel extremely heartbroken.
"Han'er, it was my father who was wrong. It was really my father who was wrong. You are right. My father should listen to you. Now that my father knows you are wrong, can't you forgive your father? Other children can't forgive me.
It doesn’t matter to the emperor, you have to forgive the emperor, otherwise how will you face your mother and concubine when the emperor goes down? The emperor has no face to face her."
"You have no face to face me for a long time. If my mother and concubine were watching from the sky, I would have been unwilling to pay attention to you. It is my fate that I have survived several times. Father, it was not you who let me go." Feng Qinghan
When he said this, there was a dull pain in his heart. He didn't want to forgive, but he really couldn't forgive. Because he loved deeply, he hated deeply.
"puff"
The sudden noise suddenly made everyone pay attention. Wei Nuan rushed up and found that Feng Qinghan's face was covered with blood. The emperor's lips were also covered with blood. It was the emperor who spurted blood just now.
The emperor's eyes began to wander, and his whole body was no longer functioning.
"Han'er, Han'er, my father is gone. You are right. I don't have the face to face it. I have long since lost the face to face it. Your mother and concubine will never forgive me. Please forgive me."
After saying these last words, the emperor breathed his last, but his eyes were still open, and he could not rest in peace. Feng Qinghan raised his hand and closed his eyes.
Since you are dead, just close your eyes. You can't see if you keep them open.
Father, if I had not forgiven you, how could I be here? Father, please rest in peace.
Wei Nuan stared at Feng Qing Han in a daze, watching him shed two lines of clear tears. The emperor's blood was still on his face. Wei Nuan took out a handkerchief and gently wiped his face.
"People always die. Death is a new beginning, not true disappearance." Wei Nuan wiped away the blood on his face bit by bit.
Feng Qinghan stood up, swayed violently and almost fell. Weinuan quickly supported him. Seeing him like this, Weinuan felt very uncomfortable. She had no feeling for the emperor's death, but Feng Qinghan's grief
infected her.
With the imperial edict, Feng Churui sat on the throne without any suspense. This was his wish for many years. However, when this moment really came, he was not so happy and happy. He just felt melancholy and couldn't help but look at
Supporting the gentle warmth of the wind.
In the past, he felt that it was impossible for him to exchange his country for a beauty, but at the moment when he really got the country, he felt that having the country was not a big deal. Did he sit in this position to prove that there would never be a beauty from now on?
If a woman treats him sincerely, how can any woman treat Wei Nuan like Feng Qing Han?
The death of the emperor was carried out very grandly, and it took several days. Everything was done at any time and was strictly calculated. Feng Churui was good at this. He was not casual, and he respected his dead father.
"Let's go back first." Feng Qinghan said to Feng Churui.
"Well, Ninth Brother, your face looks ugly, does it matter?" Feng Qinghan's face was indeed ugly, and he seemed to be very weak.
Wei Nuan also discovered this. No matter how sad Feng Qinghan was, he shouldn't be like this. Did the death of the late emperor hit him so hard?