Know the country.

Gong Du had been half asleep and half awake for many days. He finally regained some energy. He moved a few steps on the sofa, picked up the thick notebook and pen that had been put aside for a long time, turned over the script of Violets and Sunflowers, and drew three horizontal lines on the blank paper of Clivia.

Then he drew a downward arrow.

I made a circle at two-thirds of the way to mark the focal point.

Xiao Guangtuan came over: "Script?"

Gong Du threw down his pen and said lazily, "Hmm."

"...Not writing anymore?" The little light ball was incredulous. He compared the few strokes on this piece of paper with the thick scripts of the previous two worlds. "What do you mean?"

Miyato: “You don’t want to know.”

Small light group: "..."

"It's really tiring to suffer from exhaustion," Gong Du said calmly, the black energy surrounding him almost overflowing his sea of ​​consciousness. "I'm not happy, and no one else can be happy either."

Xiao Guangtuan was worried and wanted to persuade him to be more positive.

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

——All the luck points are mine."

Being in a half-asleep state for a long time was extremely torturous. The negative energy accumulated in Gong Du's heart became more and more, and his temper changed subtly. He felt that his previous idea of ​​not wanting luck points was simply stupid.

After a while, Gong Du felt sleepy again. He half-closed his eyes and looked at the small ball of light. He 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?"

Little Light Group: !!! Sick gods are so scary!

It was frightened and its fur stood on end, and it quickly flew to the side.

After Gong Du's scare, the negative factors that had accumulated in his heart due to discomfort dissipated a lot.

The decline of Lian Shenwei's body has already begun, it is irreversible and will not stop, and death is already inevitable.

I thought Feng Ke would not be able to make the diagnosis at the beginning, but unexpectedly he noticed some subtle changes.

But it doesn't matter.

Even if it is detected, there is no way to cure it.

Ying Jingjue, the youngest among the protagonists, has now grown up. A growing sapling must withstand strong winds and rains before it can grow into a big tree.

…

Because of the two-day blood loss, Lianingfeng's treatment progress was slower than originally expected. When the maple forest was full of leaves and the yellow leaves were falling all over the ground, the treatment was almost over.

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

Everyone was paying close attention to the news coming from the Zichen Palace.

The emperor was in a daze, his wakefulness becoming less and less, and Lian Shenwei maintained a "neutral" attitude. He was not as comfortable as everyone imagined, after all, he was not really sitting on the mountain and watching the fight between tigers.

While controlling the situation, he also reviewed memorials on behalf of Quan. During this period, he had almost no free time and often stayed up all night.

The emperor's longevity material was prepared two months ago. Except for Ying Jingjue and the unmarried second princess in the palace, the eldest prince and the third prince behaved extremely filially during this period.

Of course, that was when the emperor was occasionally lucid.

Emperor Jingcheng knew that he did not have much time left, and in his last days, whether out of guilt or a desire to make up for his loss, he often called Ying Jingjue to keep him company when he was awake.

He tried hard to restore the relationship between his father and son to the time when they first met at Fudu Villa, when they were dependent and intimate. Unfortunately, the deliberate alienation over the years had already turned into a rift that could never be crossed.

"Father always talks about the past, but I had a serious illness and have completely forgotten everything. I don't even remember what my mother looks like."

Ying Jingjue took a sip of the medicine for Emperor Jingcheng, tested the temperature and found it was just right, then fed it to him.

Emperor Jingcheng often felt pain in his sleep, so he wanted to ask Mr. Fu Biao for help. Mr. Fu Biao gave him a bottle of Meng Po powder, saying that adding some to the medicine could calm the mind.

Emperor Jingcheng trembled as he fed him the medicine, drinking it mouthful by mouthful.

The not-so-old hand covered the back of Ying Jingjue's hand. Emperor Jingcheng smiled and spoke weakly, "I seldom mention your mother in front of you. Do you... have anything to ask?"

He used the term "I" and was speaking to his son as a father.

Ying Jingjue lowered his eyes and said, "When my son was young, he asked too many questions, which made my father angry and he slapped me."

Queen Wen Rui——

His biological mother.

It seems to be a taboo in the palace.

After being slapped, he never asked about his mother again, and he didn't even know her name.

Emperor Jingcheng was unaware of the intrigues in the harem. He did not take the initiative to care about Ying Jingjue, so naturally he had no idea how many rumors Ying Jingjue had heard while growing up.

He only knew that his mother was a commoner.

"Your mother...your mother, Jingjue, even if you can't remember her, don't forget her. I'm sorry for her...I owe too many people in my life."

"You should remember her more."

Emperor Jingcheng took a few breaths, and perhaps it was because of the effect of the medicine, his voice was very soft.

"Your mother and I met among the common people. She was such a gentle and special woman. She loved plum blossoms, loved watching the snow, and loved her brother the most. You couldn't compare to her, and yet you were jealous."

"You should visit your mother often, Xue. The southern tour is good, the southern tour... is very good, and Nanjing is also very good." What he said sounded very confusing. Ying Jingjue remained silent, and it was not known whether he heard it or not.

Emperor Jingcheng's chattering gradually stopped.

"I'm sorry, kid."

Ying Jingjue's eyelashes trembled.

"Father, you are the Son of Heaven, and the Son of Heaven can never be wrong."

Emperor Jingcheng tried to look at him with his eyes wide open. "...I'm sorry, Jingjue, can you please call me father?"

"Just one sound."

The young Chu Jun slowly tightened his hands that were hanging at his sides.

How could he not hear the pleading and guilty meaning in Emperor Jingcheng's words? When he was seriously ill, he was the only son who came whenever he called, and he thought of his deceased wife, so he had such a gentle and loving attitude.

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

Ying Jingjue's nose felt sore. His heart had softened, but his mouth was stubborn and hard as a clam.

He put down the medicine bowl and said, "Father, you should have a good rest. I still have some matters to attend to in the palace. If you have anything to say, we can talk next time."

Emperor Jingcheng watched him leave and wanted to reach out his hand to keep him, but halfway through, he gave a bitter smile.

As the drug took effect, he fell into a deep sleep on the side of the bed. However, as he slept, blood oozed from his mouth and his body began to twitch.

Soon, the Zichen Palace was in chaos.

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

The temperature in the capital city dropped drastically today. The autumn wind was chilly and cold. Dead leaves were rolled up in the gray sky and fell into the pond of the Regent's Palace.

Lian Shenwei threw a handful of fish food into the water. The remaining lotus leaves were full of Buddha nature, and ripples appeared on the water surface.

A bird fluttered over, Tiannan caught it, took the letter from its feet, then walked forward and whispered, "Master, the time has come."

"Um."

The young man responded nonchalantly, "You're not dead yet?"

Tiannan shook his head.

"It's time to go to the palace."

Lian Shenwei finished feeding the fish and cleaned his hands. "Seal off the capital and clear the roads."

The Regent Palace, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly took action without warning, and in the blink of an eye, the seemingly stable situation in the capital was broken.

Lian Shenwei, under the pretext of "wiping out the rebels", once again explained to everyone what it meant to cover the sky with one hand.

Ming Cang brought the token from the Regent and mobilized troops to seal off the city. All the Black Armor Guards were dispatched, and the heavy and orderly footsteps quickly cleared the streets.

Sensing the danger, the people stayed indoors.

No one knows who the traitor is, but the one who looks most like a traitor right now is Lian Shenwei himself. Occasionally, officials who dare to speak out on the streets are ruthlessly detained in the name of obstructing national affairs.

Until the whole palace was so quiet that only the sound of falling leaves could be heard.

Lian Shenwei got off the carriage wearing a black cloak and a very simple white jade hairpin in her hair.

Someone opened the palace gate for him.

The young man stepped in slowly. The dead leaves floated to his feet and made a slight sound when they were crushed.