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It is said that the Marquis of Beiping became ill from overwork, and he was unable to recover from serious illnesses.It is said that today, the grief cannot be contained, and after five days of resignation, wearing plain clothes and avoiding the main hall, he will be punished for his own crimes.

three days ago.

Glass cups, amber wine, the water is shimmering, bright and colorful.

Grape wine luminous cup, but also can not compare with Xie Qing.Yes, talking about fine wine and dead things, even the smartest beauty can't compare with being the prime minister of the dynasty, Xie Qing, Marquis of Beiping.

Xie Qing was not confused in his early years, he experienced strife in the harem, experienced the southern and northern wars, and experienced the treacherous court, but the years still refused to treat him lightly.In the early years, it was said that Mr. Xie's family looked better than Pan An, even though his three thousand hairs were covered with frost, he was still unbelievably beautiful.

At this time, the corners of Xie Qing's phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and there seemed to be a three-point playful smile.

As a result, the hand holding the wine cup trembled a little, Xie Qing raised his chin, looking down at the visitor tremblingly presenting the wine in front of him.

Xie Qing has never been so arrogant.

"I won't drink." Xie Qing impatiently pushed away the wine cup in front of him.He has always been humble and gentle to everyone in his life, even enemies who are confronted with swords and swords have to praise the handsome gentleman. "The person who wants my life, don't you have the guts to come and take it in person?"

"Could it be that the wine minister who pours it myself is willing to drink it?"

Xie Qing froze visibly.

Seeing the man in black clothes and high crown, walking in front of him with vigor and vigor, those few short steps were like walking through Xie Qing's not-so-long life.They used to be childhood sweethearts, and they used to depend on each other for life. The unspeakable friendship between them used to be so deep that now there is no room for a glass of poisonous wine.Xie Qing seemed to suddenly lose all confidence, and the brilliance in his eyes disappeared instantly.He let out a long sigh: "Come on, let's go, let's go. It's a great honor that Your Majesty is willing to see you off with the old feelings in mind." Then he took the cup from the servant's hand and drank it down in one gulp.

Prime Minister Xie, the son of an aristocratic family, lost his family and life but was not born romantic.He is also calm in the critical moment, even when drinking poisonous wine, he does not forget to cover his face with wide sleeves.But this demeanor caused him to miss the flash of reluctance in the emperor's eyes.

If not, let him point to this moment of reluctance to worry about Zhao Yanzhi's death and die for three lifetimes, and he will be happy.

"A Yuan, why are you so restless? How many days can I live with this body?" It seemed that it was not a farewell, but just the most ordinary conversation; I am used to strong tea. "I lose every bite of what you feed me every day. Even if you don't give me this glass of wine, my days will not be more than three months. Why do you add to the snake and make people say that you are dead, You are mean and ungrateful. Just let me live a few more days, so everyone will be happy, okay?"

Xie Qing's face was so pale that he couldn't speak, and he was talking nonsense, but he himself didn't seem to notice it, and he continued to babble: "Please bury your majesty -- you don't have to be buried in the imperial tomb, the ancestral grave of the minister's family is very good. Oh, I Forget it, I don’t have an ancestral grave, so choose a good place. Don’t hurt others’ hearts just because you hate me. Who can do things for you in the future? A Yuan, the big family is no longer the same as before Your Majesty no longer has to worry about losing power. But don’t listen to other people’s words, remember what Mr. said, and treat this great river and mountain kindly. The Huns in the north have declined, and it’s very good for your Majesty to use the barbarians to control the barbarians; the southwest..."

At the last moment before Xie Qing died, what he cared about was still his world.

Then he finally couldn't hold on anymore, and fell limply on the ground, with dark blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, he knew that the poison was rapidly eroding his internal organs.He stared greedily at Zhao Yanzhi, feeling that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he moved his mouth slightly, but did not make a sound.

——He said, "Ah Yuan, it would be nice to hug me."

Zhao Yanzhi, I'm so cold.