Sad song

The next morning, Nalan Hongye summoned Ji Lingyue, who was temporarily staying in the palace, to her bedroom.

"Chu Qiao came yesterday."

She sat in front of the case, looking at the woman who was walking slowly, with gentle eyes.

"How?" Ji Lingyue sat down opposite her and asked in a neutral tone.

"She is willing to help me," the eldest princess looked hesitant, her delicate brows slowly wrinkled, "it's just a condition..."

"A good bird chooses a tree to live in." Ji Lingyue was not surprised, but lightly tapped on the table with her pale fingers.

Nalan Hongye, her long-sighted friend beside her, has always given affirmation, she was silent for a while, and then sighed lightly.

"I know."

Ji Lingyue raised the corners of her lips when she heard the words, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by Aunt Yun who ran into the hall in a panic.

"Something happened to the emperor..."

The teacup fell and broke into a handful of porcelain white powder.

The afterglow of the setting sun coated the vermilion palace walls with a thin layer of flowing light, and the dazzling red dripped slowly as if alive, which made people's heart skip a beat.All the imperial guards in the palace were dispatched, setting up strict checkpoints, and patrolling layer by layer.And the palace gates all around have been closed long ago, no one is allowed to enter or leave at will.

At this time, all the important officials of the court had gathered at the gate of the Changle Hall, and the blue court clothes were dark, but they couldn't see their faces clearly.Following the servant's shout of "Princess is here", those drooping heads were raised one after another when Nalan Hongye walked towards here unhurriedly, revealing undisguised and different expressions, looking like blood outside the palace. The sun-like daylight solidified into awe, fear, panic, suspicion, anger, forbearance, but there was no sympathy at all.After only a while, following the sound of approaching footsteps, those kneeling courtiers lowered their heads obediently and submissively, once again hiding their faces in thick and sticky shadows.

Nalan Hongye wore a satin shirt with a dark purple gold thread and a phoenix trailing pattern. A large area of ​​complicated and delicate peonies occupied the space on the skirt of the long skirt, making her even more imposing.She walked up the steps in front of Changle Hall step by step, her back stretched straight in the chilling air.

"How is the emperor?"

Nalan Hongye asked in a deep voice, her expression was very calm, she could not see any sign of collapse or fluctuations of confusion, and this undoubtedly made the eyes secretly watching from all directions show obvious disappointment.

Xuan Mo, who was asked, shook his head, and said after deliberation: "The imperial doctor said that there is no way to recover, princess, you should go in and have a look."

In an instant, the pain in her heart fell to the ground, but she had to accept everything with a deadpan face.She could feel every sight that fell on her body, and every malicious look.They were all waiting to see her jokes, waiting to see her Nalan family's jokes.

As the eldest princess of the prison country, she didn't know how many people spurned and cursed her in their hearts.

Why is it a daughter?

She inhaled with difficulty and slowly, and then swallowed silently, swallowing all her emotions one by one in her rationality that was already in pain.

She can't fall, and the Nalan family can't fall.

Chu Qiao's words from that day suddenly sounded in her ears, and she could still remember her unwavering tone.

Tweet, proclaim yourself emperor.

I never thought it would come so fast.

Nalan Hongye slowly walked over the crowd, and the maids on both sides opened the curtains, revealing an empty darkness.

The hand was suddenly grabbed.

Familiar, the coolness that permeates the bones.

She turned her head slightly, and the eye-catching white clothes came into view, so abrupt, it seemed so out of place compared with the tragic red and blue behind her.

The wind lifted her temples, reflecting that extremely pale face that was as light as ice and snow, almost transparent.

The bloodless lips opened and closed slightly, uttering a few silent words.

"I'm still here, don't worry."

My heart skipped a beat.

The time seems to be stretched for a long time, but in fact it is only a moment.

She let go of her hand and watched the figure disappear through the door.

The sudden heat, through the heavy tent, made Nalan Hongye who walked into the hall couldn't help coughing lightly.After recovering for two seconds, she pursed the corners of her lips tightly, raised Yaman, and walked in front of her younger brother who had the same father and mother.

Her younger brother was lying on the wide dragon bed, his face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were bright and frightening.He just lay flat there, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the huge impact of falling from the roof left on his plump forehead, continuously overflowing a few strands of bright red blood.

The eye sockets were salty, but Nalan Hongye abruptly stopped her.In front of everyone, she couldn't relax, showing even the slightest weakness.

She stretched out her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if she wanted to caress her younger brother's head.But when he saw the eye-catching wound, he had to retract, and finally he could only call softly: "Yu'er?"

Hearing her voice, the ever childish emperor couldn't help shaking his body, and then slowly turned his head, his voice was hoarse like dry tree bark, "Emperor...sister...I'm sorry... ..."

His eyes were hot, and he almost shed tears.Nalan Hongye closed her eyes, turned around and sat on the side of the bed, squeezed the palm hanging by his side, and said softly, "Sister Huang is not angry, as long as Yu'er gets better, she will never punish you again." gone."

"Really?" Like a child who got candy, the dying emperor's eyes suddenly glowed with excitement, his palms were clenched tightly, and he almost sat up, "Really, Miss Huang?"

"Really, Miss Huang always keeps her word."

Her hand hurt from being pinched, but Nalan Hongye still responded with a light smile.

"Great!"

The emperor's voice dropped, and he gradually fell back exhausted.He stared blankly at his sister with his eyes wide open, the active light spots in his eyes fading away moment by moment.

"Sister Huang..." He let out a rumbling sound in his throat, "I...it hurts..."

"Sister Huang is here," Nalan Hongye bit her lip to stop the choking in her voice, and carefully embraced his head in her arms, "Be good Yu'er, the pain will stop soon..."

The emperor pulled the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to show a smile, because he never seemed to be so close to his sister in his life.

But it was too late after all, his smile hadn't stretched yet, but the hand holding his sister suddenly lost strength and fell on the bright yellow quilt.

"emperor!"

"Your Majesty!"

Huge wailing suddenly sounded inside and outside the hall, and the continuous death knell rang through the entire palace.The thick darkness devoured the last rays of the setting sun, and the surroundings sank into endless blackness.Pale lanterns were hung up one by one, and cries that seemed to be mourning to the bone could be heard everywhere.It's just that it's true and false, and it's impossible to tell.

"The Holy Majesty is dead—"

Nalan Hongye stood alone on the high steps, looking at the courtiers who secretly formed a party, knelt down and cried, and felt a burst of emptiness and coldness.

The whiteness should have left.

she thinks.

Song Emperor's great funeral, the whole country mourns together, avoid mixed funerals and marriages, avoid war disasters.

The cold wind blows snowflakes down, and just as the war in the Northwest is about to start, the funeral of the Huai Song State is approaching, and the team that was originally assembled at the border to help Yan Bei contain the Great Xia's forces is also forced to stop and wait in full force.

The sky in Huai Song is about to change.