Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Chapter 104

Know the sea.

Gong Du has been half asleep and half awake for many days, and rarely regained some energy. He moved a few steps on the sofa, picked up the thick book and pen that had been left aside for a long time, flipped through the script of Violet and Sunflower, and drew on the blank Clivia paper. Three horizontal bars.

Then draw a down arrow.

Make a circle at two-thirds to mark the key points.

Xiao Guangtuan leaned over: "Script?"

Gong Du threw away the pen, lazily: "Yes."

"...No more writing?" Xiao Guangtuan couldn't believe it, and compared the few strokes on this piece of paper with the thick scripts of the previous two worlds, "What do you mean?"

Gong Du: "You don't want to know."

Xiao Guangtuan: "..."

"It's really tiring to suffer from exhaustion," Gong Du said calmly, his tone was light, and the black energy all over his body almost overflowed his sea of ​​consciousness, "I'm not happy, and neither should others."

Xiao Guangtuan was worried and wanted to persuade him to look away.

Then I heard Gong Du say, "I am so miserable, they must all see

——The luck value is all mine. "

The state of being half asleep for a long time is extremely tormenting, the backlog of black energy in Gong Du's heart is increasing, and his temper has undergone subtle changes. He feels that his idea of ​​not wanting luck points before is simply stupid.

After such a short while, Gong Du was sleepy again, half-closed his eyes to look at Xiao Guang Tuan, smiled, and said faintly: "Do you know how to destroy a person?"

"I'm the best at it, do you want me to teach you?"

Xiao Guangtuan:! ! !A sick god is terrible!

It was frightened and silently blew its hair, and quickly floated aside.

Gong Du gave a scare, and the bad factors accumulated in the bottom of his heart due to discomfort dissipated a lot.

The decline of Lian Shenwei's body has already begun, and it will not stop irreversibly. Death is doomed long ago.

I thought that Feng Ke would not be able to diagnose it at the beginning, but I didn't expect to notice a slight change.

But it doesn't matter.

Even if you notice it, there is no way to cure it.

Ying Jingjue, the youngest in the protagonist group, has grown up now. The growing saplings must withstand the strong wind and rain before they can grow into big trees.

……

Because of two days of blood loss, Li Ningfeng's treatment process was slower than originally expected. When the maple leaves were all dyed and the withered yellow leaves were falling all over the ground, he saw the end of the treatment.

The atmosphere in the capital is becoming more and more tense day by day.

Everyone paid close attention to the news from Zichen Palace.

The emperor was drowsy and drowsy, with less and less waking time, and Lian Shenwei held a 'neutral' attitude. He was not as comfortable as everyone imagined, after all, he was not really sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight.

While controlling the situation, while entrusting the authority to revise the memorial, he hardly had any free time during this period, and often stayed up all night.

The emperor's birthday materials were prepared two months ago. Except for Ying Jingjue and the unmarried second princess in the palace, the eldest prince and the third prince have been extremely filial during this time.

Of course, it was when the emperor was sober occasionally.

Emperor Jing Cheng knew that he didn't have much time. In the last days, he didn't know whether it was out of guilt or wanting to make up for one or two. He often called Ying Jingjue to accompany him when he was awake.

He tried his best to bring the relationship between his father and son back to the time when they were in Fudu Mountain Villa, where they were dependent and kind. Unfortunately, the deliberate alienation of these years has long since become a rift that can never be bridged.

"Father always talks about the past, but his son suffered a serious illness and forgot all about it, and he doesn't remember what his mother looked like."

Ying Jingjue took a sip of the medicine given to Emperor Jing Cheng, tried the temperature just right, and then fed it.

Emperor Jing Cheng often felt pain in his sleep, so he tried to find a way to ask Mr. Fuyu to ask if there was any way. Mr. Fuyu gave him a bottle of Mengpo powder, saying that putting some in the medicine could calm the nerves.

Jing Chengdi drank the medicine he fed, trembling, one gulp at a time.

Covering the back of Ying Jingjue's hand with a not-so-old hand, Emperor Jing Cheng smiled and said weakly: "I seldom mention your mother in front of you. Do you... have anything to ask?"

He used 'I', talking to his son as a father.

Ying Jingjue lowered his eyes: "My son asked me when I was young, it was too annoying, and my father was furious, so I slapped my son."

Empress Wen Rui——

his biological mother.

It seems to be a taboo in the palace.

After that slap, he never asked about his mother again, and no one even knew her mother's name.

Emperor Jing Cheng didn't know about the intrigue in the harem, he didn't take the initiative to care about Ying Jingjue, and naturally he didn't know how many rumors Ying Jingjue had heard growing up.

He only knew that his mother was a commoner woman.

"Your mother...your mother, Jing Jue, you can't remember her, and don't forget her. I'm sorry for her...I have owed too many people in my life."

"You have to remember her more."

Emperor Jing Cheng took a few breaths, wondering if it was because of the effect of the medicine, his voice was very soft.

"Your mother and I met in the folk. She is such a gentle and special woman. She likes plum blossoms and snow. She loves her brother the most. You can't compare to her. You have been jealous."

"You have to visit your mother often, Xue, the southern tour is very good, the southern tour... is very good, and Jinling is also very good," he sounded confused, Ying Jingjue remained silent, not sure if he heard it go in.

Emperor Jing Cheng's rambling voice gradually stopped.

"Son, I'm sorry."

Ying Jingjue's eyelashes trembled.

"Father, you are the Son of Heaven, and the Son of Heaven cannot make mistakes."

Emperor Jing Cheng tried his best to look at him with his eyes open, "...I'm sorry, Jing Jue, can you call me daddy?"

"Just one word will do."

The young prince's hands hanging on both sides slowly tightened.

How could he not understand the meaning of pleading and guilt in Emperor Jing Cheng's words?In the midst of a serious illness, only his son was on call and remembered his deceased wife, so he had such a gentle and loving attitude.

Can all these years of cold neglect and constant reprimands be offset by an apology?

Ying Jingjue's nose was sore, her heart was already softening, but her mouth was stubborn, as hard as a clam shell.

He put down the medicine bowl: "Father, please take a good rest. There are still matters to be dealt with in the son-in-law's palace. If you have anything to do, we will talk about it next time."

Emperor Jing Cheng watched him leave, and wanted to stretch out his hand to keep him, but halfway through, he smiled wryly.

When the medicine took effect, he fell asleep beside the bed, but when he fell asleep, blood came out of his mouth, and his body began to twitch.

Not long after, the Zichen Palace suddenly became chaotic.

A little eunuch ran quickly towards Concubine Shu's palace.

Today, the temperature in the capital dropped sharply, and the autumn wind was cold. In the gray sky, dead leaves rolled and fell into the pond of the Prince Regent's Mansion.

Lian Shenwei sprinkled a handful of fish food into it, the remnant lotus was full of Buddha nature, and the water surface rippled.

A bird fluttered over, Tian Nan caught it, took the letter from its feet, then stepped forward and whispered: "Master, the time is up."

"Ah."

The young man responded casually, "Not dead yet?"

Tian Nan shook his head.

"It's time to enter the palace."

Lian Shenwei finished feeding the fish and cleaned his hands, "Lock the capital and clear the road."

The Prince Regent's Mansion, which had been silent for a long time, moved without warning, and in the blink of an eye, the situation of the battle in the capital that had been faintly stabilized was broken.

Lian Shenwei explained to everyone again what it means to cover the sky with one hand under the name of 'suppressing the traitors'.

Mingzhu took the regent's token and dispatched troops to seal the city forcefully. All the Xuanjia guards were mobilized, and heavy and orderly footsteps quickly passed through the streets and alleys.

The people smelled the signs of danger and stayed behind closed doors.

No one knows who the traitor is, but the one who resembles the traitor most now is Lian Shenwei himself.Occasionally, officials who dared to take to the streets to scold them were ruthlessly detained in the name of obstructing major national affairs.

Until the whole Miyagi was quiet, only the sound of falling leaves could be heard.

Lian Shenwei got down from the carriage with a black thin cloak in her hair and a very simple white jade hairpin in her hair.

Someone opened the palace door for him.

The young man stepped in slowly, and the dead leaves floated to the bottom of his feet, and the moment they were crushed, there was a soft sound.