How could this be possible? How could Sima Yixuan use "death" to leave?! If he no longer likes himself, if she is really a burden to him, if, if there is any reason for her to leave, he can tell her clearly
She, she will not hate or complain, she will just love like Ye Fan. But, but, how can this be like this?!
"I am not willing to give up." The emperor said a little tiredly, "I have put so much thought into it, but I am asked to give up everything for a woman. I am not willing to give up. I want to see my dream come true!"
"Is it important?" Cong Yi'er heard the emperor's words, looked at the emperor, her voice was a little weak, "Is this false reputation really so important? And, do you think you are a good emperor? No Yi - Prince Xuan and the eldest prince
With our help, can you really take on the responsibility for the rise and fall of this world?"
The word 'Prince Xuan' sounded so calm, even Sima Rong could hear a strange emotion, a sudden letting go, the word "Yi" was the nostalgia of an old love still on the lips, but the word "Prince Xuan" sounded so calm.
It's a decisive letting go, as if the relationship with the past has suddenly been severed.
Sima Yixuan's body trembled slightly, and his heart felt as if a knife had stabbed him hard. He tightened his body, but he still couldn't withstand the pain.
Sima Che knew the pain of Sima Yixuan's choice to "fake death", but what could he say? For the future of the Daxing Dynasty and for Cong Yi'er to live a peaceful life, in the face of the coercion and threats of the Supreme Emperor, the emperor's uncle had to make this choice
, had to bear everything for Cong Yi'er, does Cong Yi'er know? Did Miss Cong decide to give up after the emperor's uncle left for such a short time? Does love really only have such a short shelf life?
"Yes, father." Sima Rong said softly, "You are also from the Daxing Dynasty. Are you really willing to let the dynasty you have lived in for so long be ruined in your so-called dream?"
The emperor didn't speak. He felt that his mind was a little confused at this time. He kept thinking, but he didn't know what he was thinking. It seemed that old things and new things were just entangled together and he couldn't figure it out. He felt that he was outdoors
It took too long, and I couldn't stand anymore. "I'm tired, I have to go back and rest."
Cong Xuewei suddenly looked at Cong Yi'er and said softly: "Thank you, Yi'er, although there is no medicine that can relieve my aunt from the poison in her body, but you can let her live in this world for ten days with her old appearance. My aunt is already satisfied.
I am already grateful to God for being able to say goodbye to the emperor with his old appearance."
"Auntie, Yi'er can't influence your thoughts. If you feel happy, that's fine." Cong Yi'er lowered his head, feeling a little depressed and gloomy.
Cong Xuewei followed the emperor and left with a smile, pretending not to see the worried expression on Cong Yi'er's face. She knew that with this choice, she might only have ten days to accompany the emperor. The man she had been with for many years would be with him.
In the eyes of others, he may be worthless, he may be useless, he may not be as good as the excellent Prince Xuan, but he is her only man. She has been with him for a long time and has enjoyed his favor. She has become a part of him.
My only thought at that time was that if I could spend the last ten days of my life with him properly, I would be happy.
This was originally a dispute, but suddenly there was no smell of gunpowder. The people left behind were not used to it for a while. They thought it would be a sad breakup of family ties, but the emperor chose to leave at the last moment.
After standing on the ground for a long time, Sima Rong remembered that Sima Che was injured. He supported Cong Yi'er, who was trembling slightly, looked at Sima Che, and asked with concern: "Brother, are you seriously injured? Go find the doctor.
Take a look."
Sima Che waved his hand and said, "That's it, it's okay. You can take Miss Cong to rest. I'll be fine after I go back to the house and have a rest. It's just a little injury to the fur. I'll give her some medicine when I go back to the house and she'll be fine."
I see that Miss Cong’s complexion is not good, so please send her back to rest quickly.”
Sima Rong agreed, smiled and said to Cong Yi'er: "Yi'er, do you want to take a rest in my house, or do you want to go somewhere else?"
Cong Yier said a little tiredly: "I don't want to go anywhere, please take me back to the inn where I am staying." When she said this, there was an indescribable tiredness in her tone, as if she was very tired.
, without looking at anyone, she really felt a little unable to hold on at this moment. Maybe it would be a good idea to ask Sima Rong to send her back, it would be better than having her alone in a trance.
"Okay, okay." Sima Rong said happily, helping Cong Yier to leave.
At present, Cong Yi'er and Sima Rong left. Sima Che looked at the middle-aged man who had been silent with some worry and said softly: "Uncle Huang, where are you going?"
Sima Yixuan watched Cong Yi'er and Sima Rong leave. If he were in the wilderness in a deserted place, he would probably go crazy at this time, but here, he had to endure it, looked at Sima Che and said: "Is there any
Are you interested in following the emperor's uncle to his old residence for a few drinks?"
Sima Che did not refuse, and even ignored his injured shoulder. At this time, he was also full of grievances. He just wanted to find a place to have a few drinks to drown his sorrows. Until now, his father still did not feel any guilt for his dead mother.
What do you mean by this pain?
The snow fell silently and had almost stopped, but the wind picked up and was very strong, causing snowflakes to fly all over the sky. Some branches were broken by the wind and fell to the ground, where they were quickly buried in the snow. The stove in the room was very strong, and the flames were shining brightly.
On Sima Yixuan's face, here, he has no disguise, it is his original handsome face. He holds wine in his hand and does not speak. He just drinks one cup after another, but his hands are slightly trembling. He just says that the man has tears.
He didn't let it go, he just held back the tears. He couldn't cry. He had made the choice long ago, but he did it without hesitation. Even if he didn't know what he meant, as long as she lived well, that was the only thing he felt happy about.
Sima Che didn't stop him and just drank one cup at a time. It seemed that drinking was the only thing the two of them could do. They each had their own concerns and no one bothered the other.
"Your Majesty, there is no way for the two of them to drink like this, right?" Xiaoying said unbearably. She didn't know what happened. Prince Xuan and the eldest prince came back together. When they came back, they sat there drinking and didn't say much.
It seems like that's the only thing they're interested in.
The Supreme Emperor didn't know what happened, but he could see that Sima Yixuan was quite depressed and seemed a little desperate. However, he endured it and drank every glass of wine happily, but it seemed that what he swallowed was an unspeakable amount.
Heartache.
"No matter what it is, it must be related to Cong Yi'er." The Supreme Emperor sighed and said, "I am a person who has been here before, and the only one who can make Yixuan fall in love is Cong Yi'er. Something must have happened to Cong Yi'er, no.
Could it be that she had an accident? It seems that I haven't heard any news about this. Xiaoying, go and find out if something happened to Miss Cong?"
"Yes." Xiaoying turned and left, muttering in her heart. The Supreme Emperor also didn't hate Cong Yi'er, but why did he obstruct the interactions between Prince Xuan and Miss Cong again and again? What's more, he also used Miss Cong's attitude towards her.
He blackmailed Prince Xuan in exchange for his life and forced Prince Xuan to give up Cong Yi'er for the future of the Daxing Dynasty. Prince Xuan gave up Cong Yi'er for Cong Yi'er. It was really difficult for Prince Xuan. Xiao Ying sighed and whispered, "
It seems that it is best not to get involved in feelings, otherwise, you will definitely be confused."
After walking into the wind and snow, Xiaoying walked back again. Really, where can she find Cong Yi'er at this time? The question is where Cong Yi'er lives now? She doesn't know and has no way to find it, so she might as well ask the guards.
They are better. Prince Xuan has always arranged for Gannan and Ganbei to protect Cong Yier secretly. They two should know the cause of the matter. Instead of going out to look for it yourself, it is better to go and ask them.
Back at the inn, Cong Yier immediately asked Sima Rong to leave on the excuse that he was tired and wanted to rest.
Seeing Cong Yier's pale face, Master Wuxin immediately took Cong Yier's pulse and found that her pulse was beating very fast, as if she was very excited. "Yier, what's wrong with you?"
Cong Yier walked to the bed, put on her clothes and lay down. She closed her eyes tiredly and said tiredly: "Mother-in-law, I'm very tired and want to rest. I'm fine. Just leave me alone, okay?"
Mrs. Wuxin is not a troubled person. She knows Cong Yi'er's character. Ever since Sima Yixuan's accident, Cong Yi'er has been stuck in a kind of sadness and can't help herself. Looking at her situation today, what should be going on?
It also aroused her longing for Sima Yixuan, and it was better to leave her alone. Master Wuxin quietly closed the door and left, but couldn't help but sigh softly. Today's events must have been very exciting to her.
Da, Cong Yi'er seemed not just sad, but more depressed and world-weary. She seemed to hate living.