"You lied to me!" the emperor said angrily, "I asked you to find that bitch Dierun. You said you couldn't find her, but now you tell me that she is still alive and well!
Do you have me in your eyes?! Where do you put me in your heart?!"
Sima Che did not answer. There was only sadness and despair in his eyes. Looking at his father, he seemed to have no mental support for a moment. Looking at the drops of blood, he lowered his head and struggled to breathe in his chest, heavy but weak.
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The emperor almost collapsed. He forced himself in front of Sima Che and said harshly: "You are exactly the same as your useless mother. You don't know how to fight, you only know how to tolerate, and you are so heartless! You, you are just two, two
A slave who is worse than two dogs! Come on, come on, kill this scoundrel to me, and make him disappear in front of my eyes immediately! Come on!——"
No one dared to move. Seeing that no one took action, the emperor was angry and took out a guard's knife and slashed at Sima Che. Sima Che was not a person who knew much about martial arts. Even though he was very strong, he didn't take any precautions.
When his father really wanted to attack him, he didn't even move or even dodge. The sword slashed down like a wind. Sima Rong, who was standing closest to Sima Che, stared at his father in shock and subconsciously pushed him away.
Sima Che gave a hand, but the emperor's attack was too fast, too unexpected, and too cruel. At this moment, a wisp of blood fell on the snow not far from Sima Che, forming a beautiful line.
"Father! -" Sima Rong shouted loudly, and all his heart was in his throat. Fortunately, Sima Che was only injured on his shoulder, and the injury was not too deep. The blood splashed on the
He walked into the snow, which shocked people, "How could you do this! How could you do this to your elder brother! You, you, you are simply crazy!"
The emperor's eyes were filled with blood and he did not speak. He swung his knife and struck Sima Che again. Sima Che stared blankly at his father with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Your Majesty." A gentle and gentle voice sounded from behind the Emperor, which made people's hearts tremble. "You, why is this necessary? He is your flesh and blood. No matter how angry you are, you cannot do anything to him. If he
There is an accident, how do you face the queen sister under Jiuquan."
Everyone looked back and saw Cong Xuewei standing quietly in the snow. She was wrapped in thick clothes and her face was covered with a thick gauze. Her appearance could not be seen clearly. Her body looked extremely weak, and she was still in the wind.
There is a slight tremor.
"Xuewei?" The emperor hesitated, stopped what he was doing, and looked at Cong Xuewei who was standing there, "When did you get here?"
Cong Xuewei did not move. She stood there and looked at everyone. No one could see the expression on her face. They could only hear too many sighs in her voice. "Your Majesty, it was Xuewei who was at fault. If it weren't for Xuewei, maybe today would be the end of the world."
Such a situation will not happen. When the Queen's sister passed away, Xuewei visited her and promised her to take good care of her two children. No matter what happened, she could not have any dissatisfaction with them.
OK. Xuewei can do it, but the emperor can’t do it? They are your biological flesh and blood, and they are also the pillars of the future Daxing Dynasty. How could you be so capable of hurting the eldest prince? "
The emperor did not say a word and stared at Cong Xuewei for a long time before he slowly said: "Did he ever think that I was his father, and he deceived me? It is simply abominable. If you hadn't promised that abominable woman, you would have
He already has my flesh and blood, how could it be his turn to stand here and talk to me, and throw the medicine that can save me and you into the snow? You can forgive him, but I can't! I must deal with this misfortune
You know-it-all evildoer!"
"No!" Cong Xuewei said sadly, "Xuewei promised the queen sister that Xuewei did not want children. If it were not for Xuewei, there would not be such a tragedy. If it were not for Xuewei, the queen sister would definitely still be alive.
Live well, don't make Xuewei feel sad anymore, please stop."
"What does this have to do with you? I killed you. What's your crime?" the emperor said angrily.
Cong Xuewei lowered her head, sobbed softly, and said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, please forgive Xuewei's mood at this time. Xuewei is really guilty. If this secret hadn't tortured Xuewei, Xuewei would have died this time.
That's it." Cong Xuewei panted for a while, took out an item from the hand of the girl who was waiting for her, and said softly, "Does the Emperor remember this piece of clothing?"
A lavender dress looks as delicate as water in the snow,
The emperor hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Of course I remember. The first time I saw you, you were wearing this dress, standing in a field of pear blossoms, with your back to me, and the green hair on one end floating, like a fairy.
It was that one glance that I can never let go of you again. Of course I remember that without this dress and your gentle and touching back at that time, I would never have seen you."
Cong Xuewei's tears fell on the snow. She let out a long sigh and said to Cong Yi'er: "Yi'er, aunt is sorry for you, can you do me a favor?"
Cong Yier looked at Cong Xuewei in confusion, and subconsciously glanced at the middle-aged man beside her. The middle-aged man patted her hand gently and said gently: "Believe me, as long as I am here, there will be nothing in this world."
A person can hurt you, and your life is equivalent to my own life."
Cong Yier's heartbeat seemed to have stopped. She stared blankly at the middle-aged man. She didn't speak for a long time. Then tears burst out of her eyes. She just looked at the middle-aged man stupidly, biting her lips and trying to suppress it.
Controlling his emotions, the words of the middle-aged man just now rang in his ears over and over again: "Believe me, as long as I am here, no one in this world can hurt you. Your life is equal to my own life."
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"You said -" Cong Yi'er looked at the middle-aged man. There seemed to be a faint sound of a flute in the wind, ringing in her ears, as if everything was just a joke. Suddenly, she walked away from the middle-aged man and walked to
Cong Xuewei stopped in front of her and asked quietly: "Auntie, do you need help with anything?" Everyone's hearts trembled slightly as they heard every word.
"Yier, my aunt will explain it to you slowly, but first, please do me a favor." Cong Xuewei's breath was a little short.
Cong Yier reached out and put a palm on her chest, and said slowly: "Speak slowly, your body is extremely weak at this time and it is not suitable for excitement."
Cong Xuewei took a rest and said slowly: "Thank you, Yi'er. Can you help my aunt put on this dress? - Your Majesty, have you ever felt that there is something indescribable about Yi'er that is familiar to you?
Do you feel that way? Xuewei also said that she is becoming more and more like her mother."
The emperor was a little confused, looked at Cong Xuewei, nodded, and said: "This is true. I have never paid special attention to this girl before. I only know that she is a crazy girl, very arrogant. If I were not thinking about you and Prince Cong,
I have taken care of her a long time ago."
Cong Xuewei looked at Cong Yi'er and said softly: "Yi'er, help aunt put on this dress, go to the wintersweet and stand with your back to everyone, aunt has many things to tell you."
Cong Yier said nothing and put on the purple clothes handed over by Cong Xuewei.
"Isn't this the same dress as what Yi'er is wearing?" Sima Rong asked in confusion. "It's so cold outside now, but you asked her to change it. Why is it so troublesome?"
"The color is the same, but the style is different." Cong Xuewei said softly, "Come on, Yi'er, let aunt help you let your hair down."
Sima Rong muttered: "Yi'er's hair is already loose, how are you going to help her loose it again?"
Cong Xuewei pretended not to hear Sima Rong's words, sighed softly, and said: "Yi'er, you and your mother are really similar, but you are more beautiful than your mother. The second brother once joked that the second brother
My sister-in-law looks a bit like a certain queen from the Daxing Dynasty, but from my point of view, you are more like that queen than your mother."
Cong Yi'er didn't speak, as if her mood was a little erratic. She just quietly changed her clothes and stood at the wintersweet place with her back to everyone.
"Your Majesty, is this snow like the pear petals fluttering when you met the woman in purple?" Cong Xuewei said slowly, "Does the back look familiar to you?"