She made great achievements in saving the country and saving the country, and what she got in return was such a kindness
An abandoned palace, a period of remnants of life, from now on, she will be trapped in a few feet of the palace, unable to get out, and reduced to his confinement alone
He... is always so cold and selfish.
She smiled lightly, a little bit in a daze and a little bit decisively, raised her eyelashes, and said softly: "I would like to follow His Majesty's instructions."
"Ming Ying." A gleam of joy flashed in Tian Shengdi's eyes, he took her hand and turned the curtains, "Come... let me take a good look at you..."
Layers of thick curtains woven with bright yellow gold threads lie in the deep hall. Turning around layer by layer is like turning around this life of dangers and constant pain in the heart. The swaying yarn is like a spider's silk, which is hard to scratch, and it will be broken with a "chi la" when it is touched.
He held her shoulders, in front of him, there was a jade couch with bead curtains, and a room filled with aloes.
At this moment, who is holding whose hand, wants to rush to the gentle hometown that has been expected for many years.
At this moment, whoever is in whose arms is waiting for the decisive end of the suffering and struggle in his life.
Emperor Tiansheng sat down with Mrs. Feng in his arms, and the shadow of the candle turned red. He carefully looked at Yi Ren's bright eyebrows, his eyes were drunk, and after a long time, his fingers gently landed on Mrs. Feng's neckline.
"Your Majesty..." Madam Feng gave way slightly.
Emperor Tiansheng was startled, and there was a heavy haze between his brows.
"This light...it's embarrassing..." Madam Feng blushed and pointed to the lady's candlestick.
Emperor Tiansheng let go with a smile, Madam Feng stood up and blew out the candle.
As darkness fell, a little light from the sky came through behind the curtain. Emperor Tiansheng lazily lay down on the couch, waiting for the woman to meander in the darkness, piercing flowers with her fingers, and headed to Wushan together.
"boom."
The sound was muffled, and the whole bed trembled slightly.
Tian Shengdi, who was intoxicated in a sweet dream with half-closed eyes, suddenly felt that Liang Liang Chengchen had been knocked down and jumped up in panic.
"what happened?"
No one answered him, and the palace people were all repelled far outside the palace, and there was a faint rust-like aura in the darkness, which was shockingly familiar.
"Mingying!"
As soon as Emperor Tiansheng's feet slipped into the slippers under the couch, he felt that the shoes were wet. In a blink of an eye, he vaguely saw Mrs. Feng lying on the ground, a pool of dark liquid quietly fainting on the gold brick floor.
He rushed over, lifted the curtain with a bang, and the sky light poured in instantly, illuminating the scorching red in the palace.
"Your Majesty..." Madam Feng was dying, she stretched out her hand to him in a pool of blood, her bloody fingers were like jade, "I..."
Emperor Tiansheng stood there stunned, and saw at a glance that the gold-covered foot of the bed beside her head was dyed a shocking bright red. Just now...she bumped into it just like that, using her temples accurately and ruthlessly, resolutely and without leaving any strength , crashed himself.
Angry and sad for a moment, and somewhat disappointed and puzzled, he avoided the blood spreading to his feet, and asked her dreamily: "Why...why...you hate me so much..."
"No..." Mrs. Feng still persisted in reaching out her hand to him, her expression was mournful, blood gurgled down from the corner of her forehead, dyed her temples and made her hair completely wet, she didn't feel horrible but felt sad.
"Your Majesty..." A layer of tears gradually stained her long eyelashes, "Mingying had a hemorrhage during childbirth, and later she couldn't afford food and clothing, and was poor for many years... Then she had a woman's sickness... Such a body... How can it be matched... How can it be matched? Serving His Majesty... Mingying regards His Majesty as a god...how can a dirty body...blaspheme..."
Emperor Tiansheng stood there stunned, a hot wave surged in his heart instantly, it pressed to his eyes, and he finally shed tears.
"Mingying!" He finally approached her, held the hand she offered, and couldn't avoid the sticky blood, tears streaming down his eyes, "Why didn't you say earlier... let the imperial doctor show you, even if... even if it can't be cured." Well... it won't hurt my love for you... "
Immediately he turned around and yelled: "Call the imperial physician! Call the imperial physician and get over here immediately!"
The palace people outside the palace rolled and scrambled away, Tian Shengdi hugged the woman in his arms, he felt nothing but emptiness in his heart.
"I am...an unclean and unfaithful woman..." Madam Feng gently put her hand into his, and looked up at Emperor Tiansheng mournfully, "Keep it...will eventually cause trouble to His Majesty...Princes, wolves Watching Eagle Gu... Your Majesty is struggling every step of the way... I have watched... these years... and I am shocked for you... Uneasy... Mingying can't just because of... her humble life... just want to survive... bring... hidden dangers to Your Majesty..."
Emperor Tiansheng was shocked, thinking of his covetous sons and the fifth prince who had just been defeated and committed suicide, he realized that Mrs. Feng's concerns were right, his heart became more and more moved, and he choked up and said, "It's hard for you... Thinking of me so much... It's just a pity for you... "
"Twenty years ago... Mingying could die for His Majesty..." Madam Feng's smile was as gentle as a white lotus, blooming far away in the lonely palace, "Although... I took a wrong path...but Mingying can finally... for you His Majesty died... really happy... really... happy... "
Emperor Tiansheng hugged her tightly, feeling the unceasing flow of blood, feeling that her life was flowing away bit by bit in such an affectionate narration, and felt in a trance in the heartache that she really died for herself , so aggrieved and so understanding of righteousness, it is the same as twenty years ago...
"Twenty years ago..." Mrs. Feng murmured, smiling, with a bright joy on her face.
"Twenty years ago..." Tian Shengdi murmured and repeated, his eyes blurred with tears.
Time seemed to fade away quickly at this moment, the white hair turned black and the face rejuvenated, and the girl with black hair and eyes twenty years ago appeared. A sword split like lightning in the blood-stained yellow sand, and a hand holding a gun was stabbed at his chest. cut off.
"My lord! I'm here to save you!"
He opened his eyes, and what he saw was her smiling face, and the blood-stained red armor. A long arrow pierced her shoulder frighteningly. encircle the enemy.
Such a brutal battle...
He was so wounded that he couldn't fight any more, and it was all up to her to charge alone. The frail girl tied the heavy him on his back with a belt, and rushed into the enemy group brazenly. Seeing that she couldn't carry him on her back, she half-kneeled on the ground and moved little by little, her knees rubbing against the rough ground until they were bloody and bloody... Those hot blood splashed into his eyes, worse than tears. Hot, he swore to himself in such a burning heart... If he can get out alive... he must... he must treat her well...