The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

This scene directly dumbfounded the courtiers who were still immersed in the questions of "how did the emperor get poisoned", "when did he get poisoned", and "what kind of poison did he get in".

No, not only the emperor, but even the Queen Feng was poisoned!

The fifth emperor's daughter's face turned pale instantly, and she hurriedly shouted, "Prince doctor, hurry up and announce the doctor!"

"No need to announce," Empress Feng gently wiped the corners of her mouth without frowning, "I have already seen the imperial physician."

The fifth princess was stunned, and looked at the emperor for help, but she also saw a look of indifference on her face, obviously both of them knew their bodies clearly.

"The Queen Mother..."

"Pass... pass the decree." The emperor didn't look at the fifth imperial daughter, closed his eyes slightly, leaned on the dragon chair, his face was bloodless.

The imperial doctor said that the poison had been in her body for at least three or two years, and it had been fused into her blood. Even though the toxicity was mild, it took several years of poisoning in small amounts...

The poison was colorless and tasteless, and there was no way to find out even a small amount of it. It was precisely because of this that she was fed the poison for so long under the eyes of the group of people in the Tai Hospital.

She didn't want to pursue this matter any more, and the blank eyes of the third child deeply hurt her, letting her know that if she pursued the result now, they might not be able to bear the end.

That's it, it's all settled.

She was poisoned into her heart, and she couldn't hold on for too long. She had toiled and grieved in the past few days, endured in the secret room, was forced to sit in meditation in front of the hall, and confronted her own daughter...

After piles of piles, it is exhausting, the internal organs are already numb from the pain.

According to the request of the emperor, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials drafted the imperial edict for the succession of the throne. Not only was the imperial imperial seal printed on the imperial edict, but the current holy majesty even appeared in person and knelt down in front of him for a while.

The emperor raised his hand with difficulty, trying to help the people around him stand up from the dragon chair, but when he got up, he felt the world spinning and fell heavily on the dragon chair.

She thought, after being sick for so long, the days are finally coming to an end.

……

In the 16th year of Hongde, the emperor died, and the new emperor ascended the throne. He changed his name to Tianyi, amnesty the world, followed his father's empress Yang as the empress dowager, and the original Xu empress dowager as the empress dowager.

Day by day, Zhou Liu and Zhou Mo only have one last goal, which is to get married.

Since Zhou Liu's palace change, his official title has been promoted one after another, and the mansion was originally going to be expanded accordingly, but Zhou Liu didn't let it go, only saying that Zhou Mo was about to marry into the prince's mansion, and it was useless for her and Yan Yun to live in such a big place.

The word "married" is extremely heavy.

As soon as Zhou Mo looked up, he could see Zhou Liu's narrow smile, and he didn't care too much about it, it was just one side's hijab, it didn't matter whoever took off the hijab, if it was possible, Zhou Mo didn't even want to wait for those auspicious days, so he put his hijab on himself He took the initiative to move to the Prince's Mansion.

Finally, on the auspicious day, the gate of Zhoufu was covered with red lanterns, and the welcoming team was knocking and beating in front of the gate, which was very lively.

Zhou Liu, dressed in red, jumped onto the horse in front of Huaqiao, with a smile on her face that she couldn't hide no matter how hard she tried, before leaving, she looked back at the door and challenged the person hiding at the door. He raised his eyebrows, and then he took the horse rope and headed for Yan's mansion in a mighty way.

"...Master, why did you come here?" Hei Ying also changed into a festive color, ran over from the yard in a hurry, took a fan and stuffed it into Zhou Mo's hand, "I haven't finished packing yet , Come back quickly, everyone is looking for you."

Zhou Mo: "..."

He turned the round fan in his hand, looked away from Zhou Liu who was drifting away from the door, a trace of compromise flashed across his face, and obediently followed the shadow back.

... Today is not only a day of great joy for Zhou Liu, but also a day when Zhou Mo will marry Yan Qing again.

A brace.

Zhou Mo couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

A crowd of people busied around him for quite a while, Zhou Mo sat there stiffly, enduring discomfort, after a while, the noise of beating gongs and drums became louder, and the people who had just stopped in the room came back again. He was in a hurry.

"Hijab, hijab."

"Fan fan!"

"Hey, the makeup has faded a bit, so I can't see clearly at night."

"Don't mess with it, it's too late, quickly put on the hijab, the Ninth Prince is here to greet the bride!"

……

In the midst of a flutter, Zhou Mo was pushed out of the room with a fan in his hand. Zhou Mo thought, it seems that sometimes, it is not good to be too big, and you have to walk through Shili Street in a well-behaved way and step into the prince's mansion , paid homage to the heaven and earth high hall, and listened to the emperor's congratulatory speech... I have a headache just thinking about it.

He covered his head, and all he could see was the square inch under his feet. Even though he was familiar with the road of Zhoufu, Zhou Mo had to slow down due to the large cover. There were so many things on his head, anyway, it was extremely difficult for Zhou Mo to walk after these few steps.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but think of Yan Qing wearing a red wedding dress, walking towards him step by step in that small courtyard.

In the endless darkness, there will be a pair of strong and strong hands, leading you to go on and on.

It turned out that wearing a red hijab would feel like this?Zhou Mo could not help but smile on his face.

"Ninth Prince! Hey! This is against the rules!"

Zhou Mo was only halfway through when he heard someone calling Yan Qing in his ear. He pricked up his ears and was about to hear what happened, when he saw a white and slender hand appearing in front of him.

"Ah, Ah Mo, I, I'm holding you, Lu Hei, you won't be able to see clearly." Yan Qing's nervous voice rang in his ear.

Zhou Mo's heart was pounding through the red hijab, and he also felt that his kid-like mentality was a little funny, so he couldn't help laughing.

He stretched out his hand to hold Yan Qing, squeezed his soft palm, felt the sweat oozing from Yan Qing's palm, couldn't help but tease him, and said with a low smile, "Why are you so nervous? Husband~jun~"

Yan Qing's legs were weak, and he was able to stand still with the help of Zhou Moyi's hand. His face was blushing, but he pretended not to hear, and earnestly interlocked his fingers, leading him forward .

The official family is married, and the whole world celebrates it. On the east and west sides, there are ten miles of red makeup on each side, and the whole capital is filled with joy.

The emperor stayed here for a short while at Yanqing Zhoumo, then turned to Zhouliu's place, and took away some noisy people.

Yan Qing felt at ease, and quietly walked back to the new house from the courtyard.

The tall and tall Zhou Mo sat on the couch in an extremely distorted manner, with a red cloth hijab on his head. He couldn't do anything but play with the fan in his hand. The moment he heard the sound of the door being pushed, Zhou Mo sat up straight , The fan is also held up.

Yan Qing dismissed Xi Gong who was crowded by the side of the room, and walked to him with the golden rod.

The greatest luck brought to Yan Qing by the status of the Ninth Prince is probably that he can be with the person in front of him in a legitimate way. He looked at Zhou Mo in a wedding dress, and couldn't help laughing. The laughter was quite sweet. Kind of silly.

Zhou Mo waited for a while, but didn't see any more movements from anyone, so he couldn't help laughing, "Okay, I'm an old couple, if you don't push me, I'll come here by myself."

"No, I'll come, today you have to listen to me." Yan Qing muttered in a low voice, and stepped forward to lift Zhou Mo's red hijab with a golden pole.

The four eyes met, and the corner of Yan Qing's mouth couldn't help but grinned behind his ears. He held back and held back, and suddenly pulled Zhou Mo to stand up, "...You, your face, why did you turn into this?"

Zhou Mosheng was tall, with handsome facial features, and it was indeed a lot of abrupt when paired with this rouge vulgar powder, and it could even be said that it held him back.

Yan Qing sent someone to bring water, rolled up his cuffs, wiped Zhou Mo's cheeks little by little, and said with a smile, "You just let them transform, don't you hate these makeup powders the most?"

"Well, but today is a special day, I want to leave a different impression on you." Zhou Mo leaned forward and kissed Yan Qing, "It's considered a success, isn't it?"

Yan Qing couldn't help laughing, and pulled him to sit at the table, staring at Zhou Mo with earnest little eyes, "...you are so pretty."

The golden phoenix hairpin was in her hair, and her long black and thick hair was tied behind her back. The red wedding dress made Zhou Mo a lot gentler. Yan Qing's eyes were straight when he saw it, but Zhou Mo couldn't be more different.

The two of them didn't know who started it first, and after a hasty dinner, they kissed together. From the table to the bed, the dresses on both of them were very heavy. Zhou Mo had never been patient with these ancient clothes. Yan Qing started to use force on his waist.

Yan Qing hurriedly stopped him, turned over, supported the bed with one hand, and held Zhou Mo down with the other, "Let me come today."

Zhou Mo paused, stared at the person with a half smile, and said slowly, "Okay."

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