Feng Zhiwei held the golden gun that looked like a bundle of firewood, and seemed to want to smile, but in the end, she shed tears.
Ning'an Palace was shrouded in a suffocating silence.
There was a heavy rust-like smell in the air. The imperial doctors walked in and out behind the curtain, whispering from time to time. The maids carried golden basins.
Emperor Tiansheng's face was as deep as water, and he was sitting in the outer hall with a book in his hand, but he didn't read a single word.
Mrs. Feng was at a loss as to how to recover from such a severe collision. She didn't hold her back. The imperial doctor said she should have passed away long ago, but she persisted until she was dying. He understood that she was waiting for Feng Zhiwei, so he also ordered the eunuch to go immediately. However, I don’t have any hope in my heart—the entry and exit procedures of Tiansheng Palace are cumbersome, and every gate of the palace will be carefully checked. Waiting outside, I'm afraid it's too late.
Why is she suffering like this
"Your Majesty..." the imperial physician was hastily stepping out of the curtain, "I'm afraid... it won't work..."
Emperor Tiansheng's heart sank.
After all, she didn't wait!
"Your Majesty!" A servant flashed in, not daring to speak loudly, and called out in a low voice. Emperor Tiansheng raised his eyes impatiently, and was about to get angry, but heard the servant say a few words in a low voice.
Emperor Tiansheng raised his eyebrows and put down the book.
"Already here? So soon?"
Then he said in surprise, "Break through the gates of six palaces!"
"Ming Ying has successors..." Emperor Tian Sheng thought of the woman who was throwing cups and fighting poems on the Golden Palace that day, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he raised his voice, "Hurry up!"
A figure flashed, and a woman with long hair and black dress appeared in front of the temple gate.
She seemed to be a little out of breath, panting slightly, with thin sweat on her forehead, shimmering in the shadow of the sun on the front half of the threshold.
She walked over quickly, and with every step, her face turned paler.
"You are here." Emperor Tiansheng sat on the couch with a sad face, "Go and see her."
Hearing this sentence, Feng Zhiwei's heart relaxed, and she almost collapsed on the ground instantly. She ran back to the capital, exhausted her strength all the way, and broke through the six palace gates, already at the end of her strength.
At this time, it was not the time to fall down, she struggled, kowtowed to Emperor Tiansheng without saying a word, turned around and walked towards the inner hall.
Emperor Tiansheng looked at her back with some relief, the more Feng Zhiwei resembled Qiu Mingying at this moment, the more at ease he felt.
Feng Zhiwei went straight to the inner hall, and the rest of the people had already avoided it.
Mrs. Feng put a white scarf on her head to cover the wound, and stared straight at the top of the hall, her eyes were already loose.
"mother!"
Feng Zhiwei knelt down and threw herself in front of the couch.
Madam Feng's eyes that were about to drift away instantly lit up when she heard the call, she struggled to turn her eyes away, and went to feel Feng Zhiwei's hand.
"You... really came..." Her voice was like a thread, with a slight smile on the corner of her lips, "I almost...can't wait..."
Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes, held her hand tightly, and said softly like sleepwalking: "I won't let you wait in vain... I'm here..."
She reached out and gently lifted the white cloth on Madam Feng's head. Madam Feng was powerless to stop her, showing a sad smile.
Feng Zhiwei didn't blink, looked at the hideous wound that was bloody and bloody, and looked at the desolate blood color bit by bit into the bottom of his eyes, into the bottom of his heart, into the memory that was destined to last forever.
She wants to remember her mother's wounds at this moment, just like remembering everything that the Senliang Dynasty gave to their mother and child, remembering the sixteen years of hard work, enduring humiliation and suffering, remembering that when she thought everything would be better, she could finally let her mother roam freely. In the second half of her life, someone pushed her and her relatives down from the clouds of dreams.
She has to remember how bitter things are in this world, like this wound turned over with flesh and blood, and this cut flesh and blood has grown in her heart ever since, and it will never heal.
As soon as the bead curtain was lifted, Emperor Tiansheng followed in, but he was still worried after all.
Madam Feng didn't speak, neither did Feng Zhiwei, she closed her eyes, feeling the words drawn by her mother's fingers on her palm.
Those fingers were weak and slight, so soft that they could hardly write, but what they carved was the heaviest scar in her life, not in the flesh and blood, but in the soul, in the nightmare.
"Zhiwei." Emperor Tiansheng turned his eyes away, avoiding the shocking wound, with a gentle and compassionate expression, "You have to mourn..."
Feng Zhiwei listened to this kind tone, a sly smile appeared on the corner of her lips, she looked at Mrs. Feng's sudden eager eyes, and squeezed her fingers comfortingly.
Mother, don't worry, I understand.
She turned her head away, with a grateful and mournful expression on her face, "Your Majesty..."
Madam Feng moved her fingers, squeezed her hand, and tried to get closer to Emperor Tiansheng. Feng Zhiwei hesitated, pursed her lips, and looked at Emperor Tiansheng timidly.
Seeing the expressions and movements of the mother and daughter, Emperor Tiansheng's heart felt hot, and he hurriedly stepped forward to catch Feng Zhiwei's hand that Mrs. Feng handed over.
He took Feng Zhiwei's hand in his palm and let it go as soon as he touched it. Then he said in a deep voice: "Zhiwei, your mother has made great contributions to the country. I owed her all those years. Now I will make up for it on you. From now on, I will pay you back." I named you Princess Shengying, and treated you like a daughter... you... don't worry... "
Feng Zhiwei's tears flowed silently all over his face.
"My daughter, thank you!" She knelt heavily at Tiansheng Emperor's feet.
Fingers dug into the seams of the gold bricks, exerting force silently, then they split open silently, blood slowly soaked out and flowed into the seams, where there was a dark trace, which was the blood shed by Mrs. Feng not long ago.
In such heartbreaking pain, she looked up at Emperor Tiansheng with infinite admiration, just like looking at her own father.
Emperor Tiansheng thought of this child's pitiful background, and he would be an orphan from now on, his heart ached, and tears welled up in his eyes.
However, Feng Zhiwei had already knelt on the ground and turned around, looking at Mrs. Feng with slightly curved lips.
Madam Feng is laughing.
Zhiwei... her Zhiwei.
She has always worked so hard to protect and cherish her daughter.
No matter how grief-stricken, no matter how heartbroken, no matter what kind of pain makes her want to stand up and collapse, she is still sober and wise, and will always make the most correct choice, even if this choice requires her to exhaust all her strength, even if she Trying hard to restrain the hatred, the joints of the whole body are rattling.