"Father, do you know why I am still willing to see you for the last time?" Zhong Mingwei looked at Zhong Zhiheng, whose face was like gold paper, who was breathing out but not breathing in, and the shriveled and shriveled finger holding the imperial decree. He said slowly, "I just came to tell you that even without your imperial decree and your charity, I can still be enthroned as emperor in a legitimate way, so put away your charity."
"Slap!"
The withered and yellow hand suddenly loosened. The shining imperial decree fell to the ground, and Zhong Zhiheng also fell on the bed, his eyes were filled with sorrow and anger. Staring at Zhong Mingwei stubbornly, when he spoke again, his voice was much louder. At the same time, it got even bigger: "This is my imperial decree! You are... my prince! You... you have to obey! If, if you dare to resist the decree and refuse to obey it. You... you are a traitor!"
"A traitor? Doesn't my father have one? What? Does my father still want to force me to become a second traitor?" Zhong Mingwei curled his lips sarcastically, "Father is really a good way to force me to be a traitor." The princes under my knees have become traitors one by one. How will future generations evaluate the father? What's more. If the sons become traitors, how will the tablet of the father be written?"
"You...you are guilty of relying on, relying on me!" Zhong Zhiheng was furious, and his whole body twitched. Even so, he could barely sit up with his body propped up. He is like a dying fish, seeing that he is about to die, but he still wants to make a final struggle with all his strength. Pointing at Zhong Mingwei with trembling fingers, he roared angrily, "What are you... what are you dissatisfied with? I have already handed over the world to you! I have brought all the most important things to you, and now you are in power The world, I... I have given you everything I can! You... Why are you still not satisfied? Ah?! Why?!"
"Father is right, I just rely on you to feel ashamed," Zhong Mingwei said slowly, while talking, he took two steps forward, stepped on the imperial decree and stood in front of the bed. Zhong Zhiheng became panicked because of him approaching, but his eyes were a little bit loose, "Also, my mother and I will never forgive you, and you can never have peace of mind before you die, so you just do it like this." ... let's die with peace."
"Ming Wei, my father has never hugged Zhong Mingwei before..." Those slack eyes seemed to freeze gradually, without a trace of fluctuation, Zhong Zhiheng's hand suddenly stretched upwards, as if he wanted to hug Zhong Mingwei, but he didn't wait. Touching Zhong Mingwei, that withered hand suddenly "slapped!" and fell back on the bed, Zhong Zhiheng stared at Zhong Mingwei so straightly, and died.
Zhong Mingwei stared fixedly at Zhong Zhiheng who was dying on the bed, then turned around and left the dormitory.
"Ming Wei!"
As soon as he got out of the dormitory, he saw Meiya coming up to meet him, Zhong Mingwei turned his head away in a hurry, wiped the wet corners of his eyes, then turned around, pursed his lips and said to Meiya, "I didn't ask you to stay in the side hall. Are you waiting?"
"Ming Wei," Meiya looked up at the man's red eyes, feeling so distressed that she put her arms around Zhong Mingwei, stroking his back, and said softly, "If you feel uncomfortable, just cry out Well, there is no one else here, only me, don't worry, no one will see the fragility of today's majesty."
"I don't feel bad, I really don't feel bad. I hated him a long time ago. Now that he's dead, it's too late for me to be happy. How can I feel bad..." Zhong Mingwei said in a rough voice. When he said this, his throat seemed to be As if on fire, he smelled the faint fragrance of jasmine on Meiya's body, for some reason, he suddenly couldn't continue talking, he stretched out his hand to hold Meiya tightly, and after a while, when he spoke again, Zhong Mingwei couldn't help crying, "He... when he was dying, he wanted to hug me. He said he had never hugged me before, but I refused to let him do so, girl, do you know that he will die with regret? He... he regretted it Yes! He must be so regretful that his intestines are green! Girl, you don't even know how happy I am!"