concubine on top

"Speaking of the prince... my unfavorable husband, do you want to know how he died?"

Hearing this, the little emperor rushed in front of Concubine Tong: "What did you say?"

Hu Qian quickly dragged the person to the side a few steps, and at the same time said to the little emperor: "Your majesty, you can't get close to her!"

The little emperor really didn't come closer, but his whole body trembled more than Concubine Tong's, because his whole body was trembling in fear: "Say it!"

"Don't get excited..." Concubine Tong gritted her teeth and endured the pain, "At that time, there were not many people in Wuzan who had a foothold in Taihong, this was done by people from Beishuo." "Didn't the emperor uproot the people from Beishuo? !” the little emperor asked angrily.

"That's right, if you want to uproot it, you have to pay a price... After feeding the chronic poison for half a year, the attack will occur..." Concubine Tong struggled to answer, her face was red, and the veins on her forehead were bulging, "You still have the intention to share the same with me now." Does your enemy talk about peace, about trade?"

These words hit the little emperor's face like two slaps in the face. He opened his eyes wide, and two tears fell from his eyes, leaving two cold marks on his hot face.

"No, no, you lied to me... Even if there is such a thing, how would you know? You haven't entered the palace yet!"

"I don't know it's just you..." Concubine Tong curled her lips and glanced at Hu Qian, "If you don't believe me, ask someone else."

"?!" The little emperor turned his head to look at Hu Qian, and found that the other party immediately looked away, and his face turned pale, "Is it true? Why didn't anyone tell me? Why!"

"Because you are incompetent and cowardly..." Concubine Tong exhaled tremblingly, "If I let you know the whole story, would you still dare to ascend the throne?"

The little emperor was rendered speechless by her words.

Three years ago, when he saw the body of the emperor's brother, he was stunned. He sat on the throne in a daze, as if on pins and needles.The dark red cushion on the golden dragon seat often made him feel like he was sitting on the blood of the emperor's brother.If he knew the whole story, he would probably faint from crying every day, what kind of emperor would he still be?

"In Wuzan, a boy who is taller than a wheel can kill with a knife. But two years ago, you were a faceless person, and you were not even worth killing me." Concubine Tong closed her eyes and said submissively. Relaxed your body, "You have to thank Shen Yanchuan, if it weren't for him, you probably would never know these things in your whole life, the pain is all the empress dowager's."

The little emperor looked at her dully, the bitterness in his heart mixed with a lot of grief, engulfing him like the night before.

Queen Mother... the pain is all hers...

He didn't understand anything, he only cared about the tears in his heart, and felt tired, scared, and unfair all day long, completely forgetting that the queen mother also suffered the grief of losing her husband and son, and needed him to comfort and share it.

He always thought that the queen mother could stand upright, but in fact, the other party had been supporting her all the time. After two years, she had reached her limit and had no choice but to push out the little son who was hiding under her wings.

It was her fault... She deserved to enjoy the flowers and listen to the opera with Concubine An, and use that moment of laughter to smooth away the eternal pain.

The fists were tightened and loosened, loosened and clenched again, and in the end, the little emperor's hands hung down by his sides as if exhausted, he paused, then raised them again, wiping away the wet marks all over his face.

His eyes were like foggy crystals, which became clearer and clearer as he rubbed them. The little emperor looked at Concubine Tong who was on the ground, and suddenly found a trace of bright red blood overflowing from her mouth. Biting his tongue to take the poison, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I don't understand, do you want to kill me, or do you want me to kill you?" The little emperor knelt down, frowned and looked into Concubine Tong's eyes, hoping to gain some truth from it.

With her intelligence, she should find a better way to kill him, so why throw herself into a trap just to wear a veil?

"Or, do you want me to think that you are the only one of Wu Zan's eyeliners left in the palace?"

Concubine Tong suddenly curled her lips, and her voice sounded light and light: "I hate you, so I hate you...I also hate my brother, and I don't want to make him happy."

The little emperor frowned.

Concubine Tong was dying and continued: "Actually, I am a little envious of Princess Ling... because you will never let her die..."

When the little emperor heard the words, he was surprised, and his heart softened again: "Go back to your homeland, don't come to Taihong again."

Concubine Tong shook her head, and made a desperate voice: "No... I won't go back... Wuzan's goddess can only die in Taihong..."

As she said this, she lowered her head abruptly. The little emperor tried her pulse, and found that she had just fainted, so he stood up and said, "Find a place to lock up first."

Hu Qian took Concubine Tong down, and the bright lights in the bedroom only reflected the lonely shadow of the little emperor.

In the dead of night, he stepped on the warm carpet with bare feet, feeling cold all over his body.

Like a revolving lantern in front of his eyes, the people and scenery are constantly flashing and changing. For a while, it is the New Year's Eve, and he is teasing and giggling like a family hugging snow dumplings; The body was worrying, the queen mother hugged him and coaxed him; in a blink of an eye, the prince kept raising his hand to press the eyebrows before the case, and the queen mother wouldn't let him approach and disturb...

He felt tired, closed his eyes, and really wanted to be hugged by the Queen Mother again, and wanted to chat with the Queen Mother.

But you shouldn't talk about it, because if you talk about it, it will only remind the Empress Dowager about sad things again.Sadness is like a mosquito bag, which cannot be provoked. Once provoked, it will always remind people that it exists.

So, hugging a quilt, he sat alone until the lamp oil ran out, and sat until the moon faded into the sky.

He regained his sobriety in the desertedness, completely calmed down his mood, and when he walked out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, he was able to deal with the affairs of the court as if nothing had happened, but his demeanor changed, and he couldn't tell where he changed. Hidden in his black and white eyes.

After a few days, good news came from the south, the little emperor showed a smiling face in the Golden Luan Hall, and bestowed fine wine on the spot to the officials.After nightfall, he asked Hu Qian to take him to see Concubine Tong—he thought she still needed to know this news.Concubine Tong was locked in an inconspicuous hut in a palace. In order not to attract attention, the lights were not lit at night.

Hu Qian stood in front and opened the door for the little emperor, but what came out was a fresh and damp smell.

He froze for a moment, and quickly signaled the little emperor to take two steps back, then took out a fire pocket and lit the lamp in the room.

Inside the room, Concubine Tong was lying on the ground, her eyes were looking ahead, her pupils were already cloudy.One arm stretched out long, the sleeves fell to the crook of the arm, the wrist was bloody and bloody, the scars were deep enough to show the bones, and blood flowed all over the floor.

After careful identification, Hu Qian stepped back in front of the emperor, and used his tall and strong body to block the mess in the house: "She bit her wrist and committed suicide. She died within an hour. From the perspective of time, the cause of suicide is probably... I heard today's good news from the food delivery people."

In fact, the little emperor had seen the tragic scene clearly from a distance just now. Concubine Tong was still wearing the maid's uniform she wore when she sneaked into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, with iron shackles for tying dogs or prisoners on her ankles. Lying in an empty room.

This is the final destination of the goddess' honor.

It seems that he should feel sad, or feel happy, but his mood is surprisingly calm. He raised his head in the dark and looked at the olive-shaped moon in the sky.

"Bury her...with Bo Xi."