death

The Empress Dowager passed away. God also seemed to break out at this moment of death. There were continuous thunderstorms every day. The lotus flowers in the clear lake in Qiushuifang were beaten to pieces, and there were wolves everywhere.

In these two days of anxiety, Su Nianwei tried every way to send a message to Dongling Xuehan. I hope he can take him to Fengyi Palace and meet Chutian in Dongling. She knew that he must be very depressed at this moment. The pain of losing a close relative is beyond the understanding of others.

hurried to Fengyi Palace, the corridor and outside the hall, all of white paper fluttered. The surroundings are full of white flags, and the sound of mourning is endless. All the maids of honor wore plain clothes and looked sad.

"Your Majesty is in there, stupid woman. Comfort him well, and I won't go in." Dongling Xuehan looked at her with a heavy face, and then turned around and left. He knows that the royal brother may not want to see anyone except this woman now. Instead of suddenly increasing his trouble, it's better to calm him down.

Su Nianwei understood the meaning of Dongling Xuehan and nodded sadly. He pushed open the door of the hall, and the wind hit him, and his back was cold. The ups and downs of crying inside were even more chaotic.

Crossing the door, Su Nianwei felt a pain in his heart. This smell of death suddenly reminded her of a classmate in modern times. In that year, due to an accident, there was a car accident, and the limbs were runned to death. Although their deaths are not different, they are all so young and beautiful.

Suddenly left like this, leaving tears from relatives and endless pain.

Thinking of this, she quickly stepped inside. I want to know what's going on in Dongling Chutian at this moment.

The hysterical crying in the hall seemed to make her a little suffocate, looking at the white flags floating around like ghosts. She put her arms around her chest and moved forward carefully. Except for those white dead supplies, the black coffin that came into view was particularly eye-catching.

The black coffin is surrounded by white flowers, which is the coffin of the Empress Dowager. Yes, such coffins must be cast from thousand-year-old willowzhou wood, and they are all edged with gold at the four corners of the coffin. Although this coffin looks extremely spacious and elegant, it always gives people a sense of silence.

Around the black coffin, many women cried, while the teenager kneeling in the middle stared at the black coffin without saying a word.

Su Nianwei looked at the thin and stubborn back and saw at a glance that it was the little ghost of Dongling Chutian.

He knelt in the middle, motionless in white filial piety, and his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

Su Nianwei couldn't bear to step forward and knelt on the ground with him. This move immediately attracted the crying women's eyes. Only Dongling Chutian's thoughts were not broken at all. He stared at the black coffin in a frenze, and his black pupils were empty without any vitality.

"If you want to cry, just cry. Maybe it will be better!" Su Nianwei felt a burst of soreness in his heart, but he couldn't find any other comforting words.

Dongling Chutian glanced at her faintly, and his eyes turned red in an instant. Soon, he turned his head toughly and looked at the roof without letting tears fall down.

Su Nianwei knew that his heart was uncomfortable and wanted to hold his hand. At this time, there was a thunder in the sky, which scared the women in the room to stop crying and stared at the coffin one by one.

At the same time, Dongling Chutian suddenly stood up and stared at everyone. There was an indescribable sadness in his eyes. Just when everyone was shocked, he suddenly rushed out of Fengyi Palace and ran outside the heavy rain hall.

Su Nianwei saw that the situation was not good and quickly followed him out. She thought that the child must have been depressed for too long to bear it for a while, so she rushed out to vent with self-torture.

"Your Majesty..... Don't run..." Su Nianwei chased and shouted, but he seemed to be out of control and couldn't stop.

The guards also chased out together when they saw the situation. At this moment, there are six gods in the palace.

Bean-sized raindrops hit on the back, which was cool and slightly painful. The cold wind blew on my face, and there was an indescribable sense of bitterness.

"Ah--" He is like a confused young lion who has lost the protection of a lioness, looking for a sense of security all the way.

"Kid, wait for me..." Although Su Nianwei's whole body was soaked, she was still panting.

The rain hit the sound, and the thunder sounded in my ears. He seems to have been isolated by the world and can't hear him rushing forward crazily.

It was not until she was so tired that she fell to the ground that he stopped his feet. Turning around, he looked at her with a painful face. The grievance and helplessness in his eyes made people's heart tighten. This is the child who lost his mother. His eyes are so cold and lonely.

"Why - why - why are you following me!" He rushed to her angrily, squatted down and held her weak shoulders and shook.

"Because I'm worried about you!" Water flowed through his haggard and handsome face, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.

"I don't need anyone to worry. Go!" He let go of her coldly, and his eyes were so cold that he couldn't find any temperature. This is completely different from the beautiful teenager who is as warm as jade.

This time, Su Nianwei shook his shoulder, and her eyes said with pity, "I know what you are afraid of. I understand the pain of losing your close relatives, so you don't let me get close to you because you are afraid that one day I will leave you. Dongling Chutian, listen clearly that I won't leave you until you leave me. Do you understand? Although your mother is no longer here, you have to cheer up. I believe that she is in the spirit of heaven, and I don't want to see you like this.

Facing Su Nianwei's roar, a beautiful crystal flashed in Dongling Chutian's dark eyes in an instant. He came forward to help her up, with such caution and fear; "Are you really not leaving me? Really? Is this true?"

Looking at the former powerful young emperor, but now he is as fragile and helpless as a frightened deer. Su Nianwei felt sad. The rain dripped down the bridge of her nose, and she nodded violently; "Yes, I won't leave you."

After listening to Su Nianwei's answer, Dongling Chutian's depressed and stubborn heart seemed to have been released immediately. Immediately, he looked up to the sky and cried.

The thunder roared, the rain crackled, and with the sadness of Dongling Chutian, all the scenery around him seemed to become more sad.

She looked at him with soaked clothes, and now she was full of pain. She was worried that his body could not support it, so she quickly took off her coat and put it on her head and pulled him to run to Qiushuifang.

For the first time, he knew that in grief and helplessness, a woman would hold his hand.

For the first time, he understood that not everyone in the world abandoned him. At least, this woman would always be by his side.

In Qiushuifang, the teenager fixedly looked out of the window. It was raining outside, and the thunder sometimes broke his eardrums. His eyes were as clear as crystals immersed in water. Su Nianwei came forward and patted him on the shoulder, but saw the corners of his eyes rise slightly, the black pupils full of sadness drooped gently, and the slender black eyelashes drooped down, looking charming and pure.

Then, he opened his thin lips and his face was as indifferent as water; "Stupid woman, I still can't believe that my mother has left me." His voice was slightly hoarse, showing his fatigue and helplessness after his crazy life.

Su Nianwei suffocated, and her whole body seemed to be emptied. After a long time, she slowly raised her hands and held his face; "Yes, she didn't leave you. She will always be by your side and always live in your heart.

"Real?" He looked decadent and did not have a trace of nostalgia.

"Yes, kid, change your wet clothes. Dressed like this, it's not only cold, but also you will get sick. Looking at his pale face, her heart suddenly aches. This kid seems to be strong, but in fact, he is more vulnerable than anyone else. Now that his only relative has passed away, I really don't know how he will survive next.

Dongling Chutian did not listen to Su Nianwei's comfort, but looked at her with despair. Suddenly, he pulled Su Nianwei into his arms and hugged her tightly and cried loudly.

"Stupid woman... I don't have any relatives now. I'm the only one left in the world. I feel so cold, so cold and desperate around me!"

Su Nianwei was stunned at first, and then let him hold it. She patted him on the back and said softly, "Little kid, don't despair. Don't you still have me and Xue Han around you?"

"No... Don't leave me... I won't allow you to leave me!" His tears rolled down on her shoulder, but her heart seemed to be burned by tears and was breathless.

"Don't worry, kid, I won't leave you. If you are sad, cry well!"

With that, her tears couldn't help spinning around her eyes. Yes, at this time, Dongling Chutian is no longer a tenacious and independent king. He is just a poor child who lost his mother. What he wants now is warmth and security, all of which she knows.

Holding him quietly, they could feel each other's heartbeat.

Gradually, he stopped sobbing. Just hold her tighter, as tight as the world, and no one can separate them anymore.

Su Nianwei knows what the child is afraid of, so the only thing she can do now is to let him rely on it.

The thunder stopped, but the rain outside the window seemed to be heavier. The raindrops falling from the sky, like broken pearls, surged.

At this time, a black figure fell into her sight.

The teenager was dressed in a black robe and his whole body was soaked. The clothes clung to his strong and straight back, making him more and more prominent.

Raindrops dripped down his cold and domineering cheeks, and the coldness and loneliness in his eyes were so strong.

He stood straight out of the window and witnessed all this. Even if his whole body was soaked in the rain, he did not move at all.

Su Nianwei saw a sudden tremor here. What happened to the kid Xue Han? In the rain, he exuded a shocking anger all over his body. His cold eyes were so far away and cold when he looked at her.

She raised her lips in a panic and wanted to say something, but the teenager turned around coldly and then disappeared in the rain.

Even if she has left, the cold air that has just stayed in place has not been dispersed in her heart. What's wrong with that kid?

Su Nianwei, who is confused, doesn't know what to do at this moment. At this time, she remembered to act, but her arm tightly held by Dongling Chutian was instantly sore.

The room was very quiet, and only the strong undulating breathing sound of Dongling Chutian could be heard. Su Nianwei turned his head and found that he had fallen asleep. His head rested on her shoulder, his eyebrows twisted together, and his thin lips were tightly squeezed. His gloomy appearance made people feel very painful.

Su Nianwei was about to pull back her already numb hands and let Dongling Chutian lie down. Unexpectedly, her hand moved slightly, which shocked Dongling Chutian to hold her tighter.

His eyebrows frowned more tightly, his lips squeezed more tightly, and the tears in the corners of his eyes were deeper.

"Mother Queen... Mother Queen... Don't leave the child... Don't...don't..." He muttered in his dream, but the look on his face was so panicked and afraid of losing.

Su Nianwei saw this, and his eyes were so unbearable. Then, he was tightly held in his arms.

He finally freed a hand and gently stroked his white forehead, but his hand was reflexively pulled back by the heat.

Su Nianwei's first shock was, my God, he seems to have a high fever?

It's not a good thing for the emperor to have a fever. Su Nianwei, who encountered this kind of thing for the first time, didn't know what to do for a while. He quickly called A Xiang for help, and then called the eunuch in the palace to wash clothes for Dongling Chutian.

In this way, Dongling Chutian fell ill in the pain of his relatives.

On the fourth day of August of Jinghe, the 32-year-old Empress Dowager was buried in the imperial mausoleum.

After the Empress Dowager left, the palace seemed to have regained its former tranquility. However, in this quiet atmosphere, there is always a touch of unpredictable danger and panic.

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On this day, by the Qiushuifang, Axiang still sat on the fence and chatted with Su Nianwei.

"Sister Nian, this queen has also been buried. Now the palace should be calm for a while, right?"

Su Nianwei pulled his lips, and his watery eyes looked at the distance with some empty eyes; "I don't know either."

"A few days ago, the palace was really full of storms. The empress dowager died, the emperor fell ill, Princess Xiao miscarried, Mrs. Leng Ji was demoted, and even the king of Han was injured. Ha ha, why did everything come together quickly? Ah Xiang said while kowtoing the melon seeds, and his face was irrelevant. She didn't know that any of these words that came to other people's ears were going to kill their heads.

Su Nianwei listened and looked at Axiang with a puzzled face; "Do you think King Han was injured? How could he get hurt? Speaking of Dongling Xuehan, since he came to Qiushuifang that day and saw the scene of her holding the little ghost emperor, he has never been here again.

Actually, she wanted to find the kid and ask him what was going on. However, she has no right to stay in the palace. It seems that she can't do anything except stay in Qiushuifang.

A Xiang tilted her head and thought about it; "It seems that on the day the emperor fell ill, after King Yu came to Qiushuifang, he rushed to the school yard of the imperial army training angrily, and then punched and kicked the iron stakes there crazily. When the guards in the palace found out, King Han was lying on the ground with blood all over his body.

"Is this true?" Su Jiwei said in disbelief. What's wrong with the kid Dongling Xuehan? Why did he torture himself so much?

Axiang nodded; "The palace is talking about it. Anyway, Axiang thinks it's true."

"..." Oh, my God, if this is true, what's the condition of the little guy Xue Han?

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Looking at the anxious Su Nianwei, A Xiang asked puzzled.

"No, I have to see him. What's going on?" Saying that, Su Nianwei got up and wanted to leave. Ah Xiang immediately stood up and said, "Sister Nian, this is the palace. We can't walk at will!"

Su Nianwei turned around and said coldly, "I know, but I will figure it out. Because I can't watch the kid like this.

After saying that, Su Nianwei picked up his skirt and rushed down to the pavilion, leaving A Xiang behind him and screaming anxiously.

"Bang-"

It hit a meat wall head-on, which made Su Nianwei take a few steps back.

"Stupid woman, where are you going in such a hurry?"

Listening to the warm and calm voice, Su Nian raised her head. Dongling Chutian's handsome eyes suddenly stunned her.

"Is that you? Kid?" Su Nianwei was stunned.

"That's right, it's me!"

"Have you recovered from your illness?" Su Nianwei looked at him and asked with a frown.

This kid seems to have lost a circle of weight and has become much weaker. Although the smile on his face is still so warm, there is a faint melancholy in his eyes.

Dongling Chutian slightly nodded; "Well, all right, it's all right."

"That..."

"Hmm?"

Su Nian turned his eyes and immediately shook his head; "Nothing. Is it true to hear that the kid Xuehan was injured?

"Is he injured? How did you get hurt?" Dongling Chu Tianmei frowned, and his deep pupils burst into astonishment. "Who dares to hurt him? His martial arts are so strong, and he is still the king of Han today. I'm afraid there are few people in the world who dare to hurt him!"

Listening to his words, Su Nianwei also seemed to be full of reason; "Actually, I don't know. Why don't we go and see how the kid is?" Also, you are his brother, why don't you even know the news of his injury?

Dongling Chutian was stunned by Su Nianwei's words, and his eyes flashed with a trace of guilt; "Stupid woman, you know that I have also spent these days lying on the dragon bed, so I don't know anything about the outside world." He also wanted to say that the first person he wanted to see when he woke up was her, but when the words came to his mouth, he still swallowed stiffly.

"Forget it, forget it, I don't blame you. But now you have to take me to see him." Seeing that the child died and got sick again, it's too late for Su Nianwei's heartache. How can you really blame him?

"Okay, I'll take you to Han Wangfu now."

The weather outside is bright, and the long-lost warm sun breaks through the clouds, which seems to disperse the haze that has been shrouded for many days in an instant.

Arrived at Han Wangfu, followed Chu Tian in Dongling, and walked in without any notice.

This kid's mansion is also magnificent, such as huge stone rockery, flowing gardens, pavilions and pavilions.

Before he could enjoy these beautiful scenery, Su Nianwei followed Dongling Chutian into the inner room.

"Go out... Go out... I don't want to see anyone!"

As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard the sweaty angry shouting of Dongling Xuehan from the pavilion.

Su Nianwei and Dongling Chutian looked at each other and thought, why is this kid so angry? Who offended him?