Howling, fleeing, begging, refusing, struggling, crying, panting...
She didn't move, didn't blink, she was silent and persistent, after watching everything.
After a quarter of an hour, everything was silent.
The second tray was gently placed in front of her.
"Ma'am, please change into your clothes after using up your Hua Gong San." Jin Yuwei said in a low voice, "Your Majesty is waiting for you at Ning'an Palace."
Madam Feng remained silent, got up, and walked behind her to where Feng Hao was lying.
That pampered, domineering child who was pampered by her to the point of being ignorant of the world and lawless would never be able to make his own voice in this world from now on.
Madam Feng knelt on the icy iron floor, holding the child's body in her arms for the last time.
She caressed Feng Hao's icy face carefully, and carefully wiped off the mud and dust he had struggled with just now.
Under the oil lamp, Feng Hao's rosy face was only pale like moonlight, and a gust of wind whirled in the dark iron walls around him.
Feng Hao was dying and opened his eyes.
He looked at Madam Feng strangely, as if looking at a distant person, and moaned in a low voice for a while, struggling to hold Madam Feng's hand to touch his stomach.
The voice was as soft as a spider's thread about to break in the winter wind.
"Mom... I'm in so much pain..."
That hand scratched feebly in mid-air, wanting the loved ones around him to experience the pain of gut piercing with their own hands, just like it happened many times since childhood.
However, that powerless hand stopped suddenly just as it reached Mrs. Feng's finger, and then fell silently.
He was lying on his back with his eyes wide open, and the light in his eyes faded slightly.
In the mid-air, someone vaguely exhaled the last breath, wandering desolately in the mourning of the night.
Before he died, he cried out in pain. For the last time in his life, he wanted to hold the hand of his relatives, and he didn't want to think about the cold truth behind this death.
He just wanted to go on the road with warmth, like everything his mother had given him in this short life.
In this life, he lived willfully and selfishly, right and wrong, just because fate had already arranged for him to lose.
Madam Feng's hand also froze in the air.
She stared at those eyes that were not closed until death for a long time, and did not reach out to touch his eyelids.
Son... make you look at me, keep looking at me.
From the day I adopted you, I swore to you that in your short life, I will only make you hurt once... just this one time.
Just this once, I used sixteen years of spoiling you to make up for you, but I know that I can't make up for it, nothing is more important than life.
Haoer.
see me clearly.
This is the most heartless mother, the most shameless relative, and the cruelest woman in the world. She spent sixteen years waiting for you to die.
The skylight on the wall turned around a finger's length again.
Hua Gong scattered into the abdomen, and the dress was on the body.
After Madam Feng stood up, she never looked back at Feng Hao. The two golden feather guards wrapped the body in yellow silk and dragged it out. This was to be handed over to His Majesty for a personal examination.
When Jin Yuwei came to urge her again, Madam Feng got up calmly, and when she stepped out of the stairs, everyone felt their eyes light up.
Like the red maple covered with snow, the vast expanse of blue waves frozen with ice, the woman's black brows were bleak and bright, making the sun recede.
A charming and sad woman has her own shocking beauty.
Madam Feng just didn't look sideways, straightened her back, and walked towards Ning'an Palace slowly, her steps were steady, neither hurried nor slow.
The long skirt drags behind, like a white feather skimming the mirror-like Hanbai stone ground.
The wind lifted her hair, and Sai Xue's white suddenly flew out from the black background. Jin Yuwei, who was following behind, was startled and looked at each other in blank dismay.
They remembered that when Mrs. Feng first entered the prison, she still had black hair. When, under the black hair, all the black hair turned into snow
The woman in front kept her head held high, walking calmly, crossing the corridor, crossing the garden and crossing the path into the palace... her shoulders are very thin, and her back is very straight.
No one saw her face as snowy, with a faint smile on the corner of her lips.
Zhiwei, you should have escaped to a safe place under their protection, right
Or you didn't avoid it. With your temperament, it is very likely that you are on your way back to Beijing. However, Nanhai and Dijing are far apart. When you arrive, everything will be settled.
It doesn't matter if you come back, mother will arrange the way out for you, and you will never have the advantage of being in crisis at this moment in your life.
Many years ago, the person I love told me that whatever you do, you have to start and finish and do your best.
Zhiwei.
I hope you can too.
There are many palaces and nine curved halls.
The long skirt drags across the carved railings and jade walls of flying dragons and phoenixes, and turns into the dark depths of the palace in the light and shadow of the sun.
In the depths of the shadows, someone stood up eagerly.
Madam Feng stood still, raised her face slightly, and revealed a quiet and sad smile.
Such a smile, in Tian Shengdi's eyes, was like seeing a flower quietly blooming on the cliff, blooming a heart-warming softness against the hard background.
"Mingying..." He stretched out his hand a little forgetfully, calling softly.
Mrs. Feng looked at him fixedly, she didn't bow, she just stepped forward with a smile.
Emperor Tiansheng took her hand and stroked those pale hands carefully. The hands were not delicate and soft, but had some thin calluses. He knew that these calluses were born from practicing martial arts with a sword twenty years ago. , It is also caused by ten years of hard work.
With a bit of complicated pity, he held her hand tightly, and Xu Xu said: "Mingying, in the final analysis, you are also a deceiver, and you have made great contributions to the country. I really can't bear to kill you, but such a crime of treason can't be given to you." I can't justify this explanation... Over there in the harem, there is an unused palace, which is very close to the office of Haoyunxuan, and it is still very secret... You stay there carefully, and just don't come out in the future."
Madam Feng lowered her eyes, and obediently listened to his arrangement with concern, with a slightly bent face, she couldn't see the sneering smile at the corner of her mouth clearly.
This is a royal secret that no one knows about. Who will live and die, and who should be accounted for