Zhou Huaru, as the former No. 1 lady in the capital, had to follow the royal hunting activities in spring and autumn over the years. She was once an Aoyang blooming flower in Shangjing City, no matter where she went, she would attract everyone's attention. Although the dynasty has now changed, she is nearly double ten years old, and she is no longer the girl of the twenty-eight years, but her status in the capital has not changed at all.
Even now, it is deeply admired by many noble ladies, as if it is a flower on the top of a mountain, can't reach it, can only wait and see from afar.
I just feel that she is always beautiful, dignified, and elegant.
Zhou Hua was poisoned, and when Lin Wan rushed to her, she had swallowed her last breath.
The face that had been flushed and flushed was pale at this moment, and the whole person was lying on the couch without any vitality. Lin Wan didn't cry, but just stood on the side of the couch, quietly looking at the woman lying on the bed. She had been called "Sister Zhou" for 16 years. As long as he thinks that he will not be able to be with each other as before, Lin Wan's heart will be twisted, and the pain is painful, and then the whole person feels that his head is also dizzy, his heels can not stand firmly, and his body collapses. .
Zhao Yong was standing in front of his wife, and when he saw this, he stretched out his arm to frame her.
Lin Wan cried and said, "Sister Zhou..." Her chest was straight up and down, her mouth opened and closed, but it was difficult to utter a word, but she choked off and on, "Sister Zhou... I will never see her again. "She didn't have a trace of strength all over her body, and her little white hands only gripped her husband's clothes tightly. The more she thought about it, the more sad and uncomfortable she cried. In the end, she lost consciousness and fell soft. Go down.
When I woke up again, it was the evening of the next day. There was a painting hall and Shao Guang by his side, and an imperial doctor was sitting by the bed.
Seeing Lin Wan wake up, the imperial physician quickly took the hand on her pulse and nodded and said: "Prince Jin, don't worry, the princess and the empress are fine, and the fetus in the abdomen is not affected." He got up and sat down on the bed. The head of Zhao Yong bent over and took a fist, "However, the empress is weak, and she was frightened for a while, so she really has to pay attention to it."
"Okay, I see." Zhao Yong nodded, "Thank you, Doctor Feng."
"Prince Jin is being polite, this is what the minister should do." Grand Physician Feng quickly responded, and then said, "Then please keep the princess and empress first, and the minister retires.
Zhao Yong said, "Painting Hall, send Doctor Feng out."
After Dr. Feng went out, Zhao Yong's face sank, and his black eyes, like deep lakes and autumn waters, stared at his wife closely, and his thin lips pressed tightly and said: "A dizziness is a day and a night, you know. I don’t know, I’m afraid of what’s going on with you.” It’s really too scared. His voice was trembling. He didn’t understand his hatred after he said. He raised his hand and squeezed his wife’s still slightly round face, “Your idea is really true. Big, I dare to make my own claim!"
Lin Wan's face was squeezed sorely, her eyebrows were tightly frowned, and then she stretched out her hand to break his hand.
"Just talk and talk, don't bully others." Lin Wan cried, "Furthermore, I will never see Sister Zhou again. I must be sad." As he said, he felt wronged again, and the whole person shrank to himself. The husband went into his arms and choked up, "Zidu, I am getting more and more scared. I am afraid that until the end, my sisters all left me."
Zhao Yong only hugged his wife tightly, did not answer, and said for a moment: "The King of Zhongshan is gone, too."
Lin Wan was not shocked by this, but closed his eyes and said: "In this way, the prince must have understood why Sister Zhou would not marry or be his prince concubine after her twenties. However, I did not expect that King Zhongshan could really give up all his glory and wealth, and only wanted to protect Sister Zhou."
After thinking for a while, Lin Wan opened his eyes and looked at her husband. She broke his head with her little hand and asked, "If one day I leave first, will you be like King Zhongshan, accompanied by a sorrow?" He said again, "No. Now there are two children. If there is no mother and no father, it would be pitiful."
"Can't you say something better?" Zhao Yong raised his hand and knocked on her head, muffled, "Doctor Feng said, Haosheng pays attention to his body, don't mess with other people's hearts."
"Sister Zhou is not someone else." Lin Wan said, "She is my sister."
Zhao Yong didn't say a word, he just hung his eyelids, then pushed his wife back into the bed and tucked the quilt for her.
"You rest well, something like this has happened, and now it's very messy outside, I'll deal with it." Zhao Yong bent over and kissed his wife's forehead before saying again, "Before Miss Zhou took her own life, His Royal Highness had I have spoken to Miss Zhou alone, so at this moment, His Royal Highness blames himself very much. He always thought that he killed Miss Zhou."
Lin Wan met her son silently, and then asked, "Where are the others?"