Her mother found out and beat her severely. She was only three or four years old. She didn't understand why her mother beat her. She only vaguely remembered that her mother said that "We Will Die Together" is just an ordinary song for ordinary people.
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But if the playing is integrated with internal energy, the lethality is immeasurable. Moreover, after the player integrates internal energy, it will only have fatal effects on those who have practiced internal strength and mental methods.
That is to say, "Jade and Stone Burn Together" is a weapon used by martial arts practitioners to fight each other. People without internal strength cannot eject it and cannot feel its lethality.
The person who plays this song will consume a lot of internal energy and will suffer great damage after the other party dies, so this song is called "Jade and Stone Burn Together".
My mother said that once she started practicing martial arts, she should not try this piece easily.
A person with strong internal strength will be seriously injured while playing, a person with medium internal strength will be disabled by playing, and a person with low internal strength may die from playing.
Don't try it unless you have no choice. Once you try it, you may be in danger. This was my mother's advice back then.
Feng Hongluan was indeed forced into a corner of death tonight to perform this song.
Her internal strength is below average. If she really wants to kill Xia Ronling, she will definitely be seriously injured.
She should be lucky that Hu Die helped Xia Rongling to die, otherwise she would not have been buried with Xia Rongling.
Now, she didn't have any strength in her body, but looking at Yan'er twitching in blood, she managed to crawl over.
There was no way to recover from the cut throat injury, and a large amount of blood was lost. Yan'er's convulsions gradually subsided, and Feng Hongluan knew that Yan'er was gone.
Thinking of the gentle woman who had shyly said that her heart belonged to her half an hour ago, she was heartbroken. She reached out and touched Yan'er's frightened eyes. She struggled to hold on to the crack in the door to hold herself up and walked out.
I was ready to be heartbroken, but when I went out, I saw a huge pool of blood, but Liu Xiang's body was nowhere to be seen.
She clutched her painful lower abdomen and searched to no avail. There were many blood stains on the road, and Xia Ronngling must be among them. Feng Hongluan had no strength at all.
The massive consumption of internal energy made her like a rag doll, supported only by the last bit of will. Finally, after walking less than ten steps along one of the blood trails, she collapsed to the ground and completely lost consciousness.
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It was hazy and hazy, and someone was talking in my ears, as gentle as water.
"Miss, wake up, miss!"
It was Liuxiang's voice, no, it sounded like Yan'er's voice. She opened her eyes to see, but her eyelids were heavy.
"Miss, don't sleep. Miss, get up. Spring has begun. The flowers in the yard are blooming. Go out and take a look!"
Spring has begun, how come spring has begun?
She tried her best to open her eyes, but she was not surrounded by houses. She was in a huge peach garden, with colorful fallen flowers and strong fragrance.
There were two vague shadows playing among the flowers, their voices were clear and clear, like orioles coming out of the valley.
"Miss, are you awake?"
A shadow came closer. It was Yan'er, but she was wearing a man's clothes. The embroidery on it was a little crooked, but it could be seen that it was very carefully done.
"Does it look good? Miss? I embroidered this for my sweetheart. Do you think he will like it?"
Her beautiful and innocent face made Feng Hongluan feel guilty.
"Actually, Yan'er, your sweetheart has always been... Yan'er, Yan'er, where are you going? Yan'er?"
Before she could say anything and tell Yan'er the truth, she suddenly ran away and disappeared at the end of the peach garden.
"Liuxiang, Liuxiang, where is Yan'er, Liuxiang, come here, Liuxiang."
Yan'er ran away, but another vague figure refused to come closer.
She stepped forward, and from the direction of the figure, a hoarse voice came: "Don't come over, go back!"
"Fragrance?"
"Go back!"
"Is it Liuxiang?"
"Go back, go back."
There was a hoarse, sad sound, and all the peach blossoms fell in an instant. Her feet were buried in the petals. A red rain fell from the sky, like blood. The pink petals were instantly dyed bright red.
shocking.
She screamed, a sharp sound piercing the sky.
"ah……"
"Hongluan, Hongluan!" A pair of warm palms tightly hugged her shoulders.
The place where she was held by the big palm felt a little stinging. She took a breath of cold air, relaxed the big palm a little, and ordered in a cold voice: "The princess is awake, come here and take a look at her."
"yes!"
"Hongluan, are you okay? Let the imperial doctor take your pulse."
Hong Yan turned around and came over.
Feng Hongluan looked at him in confusion for a long time, and then glanced at the house. It was not Qingfeng Pavilion, but a vacant guest room in Prince Jin's Mansion. How could she be here.
"Where's the fragrance?"
She looked at Hong Yan, but Hong Yan avoided her eyes.
In an instant, the scene before fainting flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern, and the two huge pools of blood stung her heart with bursts of pain, as if heartbreaking.
Tears couldn't help falling, and then she suddenly covered her face and burst into tears.
Dead, Yan'er died, died under her eyes, Liu Xiang died too, and Hu Die threw her body somewhere unknown.
She was in pain, with bursts of pain in her lower abdomen, and liquid overflowed from between her legs. She gasped, and the doctor next to her was panicked: "My queen, my queen, you are already pregnant, don't be excited, don't be excited."
"It hurts, kid, it hurts so much."
She cried and pressed her belly.
Hong Yan's face turned pale with anxiety, he hugged her and shouted: "What are you sitting on? Didn't you hear her say it hurts? Hurry up, think of something, hurry up, don't you all want to live?"
Feng Hongluan fell into Hong Yan's arms. She didn't even have the strength to sit up straight. The imperial doctor came up to check her pulse. Then he said something offensive and lifted the quilt. His shocked forehead was covered with sweat: "Mother, empress, see you."
It’s red. Madam, please calm down and hurry up, hurry up and get the elixir.”
Hong Yan's pale face turned even paler the moment he saw Feng Hongluan blushing, and he was completely at a loss.
Feng Hongluan felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, and felt something peeling off her body. It hurt so much that she couldn't breathe, but she even knew it.
She had lost too much and didn't want to lose this child again. She tried her best to cooperate, took a deep breath, relaxed, and suppressed all her anger and grief.
When the pill was put into her mouth, her throat hurt so much that it burned. She tried hard to swallow the whole pill. The pain in her lower abdomen was no longer so severe, but the feeling of something peeling off her body was still as strong.
It was as if there was a hand that was chasing her body tightly, but now it was letting go little by little.
The imperial doctors all turned pale and looked at her changes quietly. They were helpless. This Jinbao Antinatal Pill was the last hope.
Half an hour later, the pain that had gradually calmed down suddenly became intense again. The child in her belly seemed to be trying hard to survive and stay in her mother's arms, but Feng Hongluan could clearly feel the child leaving.
She was in so much pain that she couldn't help but shed tears.
When Liu'er stumbled in, she was already in Hong Yan's arms, crying into tears.
"Here he comes, your lord, he comes."
"Bring it quickly."
"No need, I came by myself." At the door, behind Liu'er, there was a blue-grey figure. He was dressed simply, with a shaggy beard, and a bit slovenly. In the brightly lit room, his slovenly face was unprecedented.
nervous.
Looking past the imperial doctor, he looked at Feng Hongluan. Feng Hongluan looked at her with tears in her eyes. Apart from crying, she no longer had any strength left. She wanted to call her old friend, but she couldn't.
He held her hand tightly and wrapped it in his warm palm: "Trust me, be good and listen to me."
Feng Hongluan burst into tears and nodded.
Hong Yan looked at the big hands that held Feng Hongluan's hands together, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he knew that now was not the time to eat.
"Jiang Nanzi, please."
"If you don't ask me for help, I will do my best."
Jiang Nanzi, when Feng Hongluan was in despair and pain, his appearance was undoubtedly a life-saving straw. Feng Hongluan's heart had fallen to the bottom of the abyss, and he was filled with hope in an instant, struggling to climb out of the abyss.
She can't die, not her children, she can't lose anyone else.
In just two months, life has been extremely painful, no less painful than the previous life.
In her previous life, at least all the pain and hatred were gathered at the moment of her death. She herself thought she was very happy after six years of being miserable.
But in this life, she has never been truly happy. Now, she is faced with the departure of her loved ones one after another. How can she bear it?
Uncle Xiao, Yan'er, Liuxiang...
It hurts so much, it really hurts, it hurts so much that every breath feels like a knife twisting.
She couldn't bear it. Thinking of what she had lost, she closed her eyes.
After closing the door, he didn't have the strength to open it, and fell into a long and drowsy syncope. He could only vaguely feel that someone was talking. There were several people talking. Hong Yan roared a few words, and Jiang Nanzi became even louder.
The roaring, then, no longer alive, everything returned to peace.
Now, only after fainting can she feel at peace.
If the child is gone, she hopes she will never wake up again in this life.
The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, separation from love, long-term resentment, not being able to get what you want, and not being able to let go.
She has experienced all of this now.
She couldn't stand any more.
——Digression——
Some kid said that if Xiao Yunye’s body was not seen, Xiao Yunye might not be dead. Today, according to that kid’s theory, if Liu Xiang’s body was not seen, Liu Xiang might not be dead. I won’t say anything about Xiao Yunye. But
The fragrance is really not dead.
See you tomorrow, it’s even later, sorry everyone!