MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 237 Finale (34)

237 Finale (34)

His eyebrows were locked, Feng's eyes were heavy, and his thin lips were tight. He seemed to have made great determination. After struggling fiercely, his voice didn't have a trace of temperature. "I ask you again, you, insist on asking for her? "

Man Yan turned his head to his unemotional eyes, his heart tightened, and his grim look was trembling in his heart. She had a short breath, trying to get her voice back, "No worries, I ..."

Zongzheng interrupted without worry: "Think clearly before answering."

He was so solemn, as if he was letting her choose, whether he wanted him or Rongqi?

The letter in her hand fell to the ground and wanted to say, "I'm not asking you to let her go, I'm just asking you to give her a happy death." But she didn't say that after all. Looking down at the bright red condensing under his feet, he looked up at him slowly, and said slowly: "No worries, I hate her like you, she killed my father and mother and traces, let me be with the dead in this cold palace, For ten years, I have lived a life without seeing the sun. I admit that I have loved Rong Qi, and I can't erase my past. This is because I am sorry for you! But I never regret falling in love with you. Ling Chi's punishment ... It ’s really cruel. For more than two decades, I think she must have lived a painful life and would not be happier than us. Just give her a happy life! This is Rong Qi ’s last wish, I want him to die Wonderful. No worries ... is it okay? "In the last sentence, he asked carefully.

Zong Zheng was stiff without worry and did not respond. In his mind, there was only one sentence: she admitted that she loved Rongqi.

Waiting quietly for his answer, he no longer spoke, and the two were so deadlocked.

Clouds and sky spread out, and there was a vast day, with no temperature and cold. The blizzard was still falling and falling, and piled up into injuries.

Three meters away, Zong Zheng Xi He suddenly opened his mouth and sighed, "No worries, forget it, give her a happy moment."

Zongzheng lifted the sword and hurled it to the ground. The sword penetrated the floor tiles and reached the hilt. The whole ground shook. He turned around and stopped looking at her.

He looked at the hilt diffusingly, and said softly to his back: "Thank you!" Then he looked at the expressionless Zongzheng, "Auch, I know you hate her deception, But she gave you warmth after all. And Rongqi ... he never even felt the warmth of disguise. "

Listening to the last sentence, Fu Jie shivered involuntarily. She did not give her son any warmth. In her heart, Rong Qi was the proof of the pain and shame she had suffered. She looked at Rong Qi, as if looking at her disaster.

Zong Zheng's eyes changed, and her eyebrows were tightened, and while she was groaning, Fu Jie suddenly raised her hand to hold the sword against her chest, and the sharp blade cut through her palm, blood burst out, dripping in In the eyes of a phoenix on her gorgeous robe, blood and tears bloomed, silent sorrow spreading.

Zong Zheng had no idea what to do, Fu Jie looked back at Zong Zheng's chair on the chair and smiled sadly.

This woman was surrounded by a dazzling halo throughout her life. It was called one of the two beautiful cities in Beijing. It was both cultural and military, and had the appearance of being an all-out country. People say that she is very good. If she is in this palace, she will rule the harem in the future, and the mother will dominate the world. But fate depends on people. She went from being the daughter of a hot general to becoming a concubine, then becoming the queen, and now the queen of both countries. Those enviable titles that have risen step by step are her sad evolution in her life. She was also a kind woman. She sat alone on the windowsill and dreamed about the beautiful future of life. Eventually, she became the victim of the icy imperial power and the love of others.

She had thought: If she didn't love this man, she wouldn't hate it that way.

Zong Zhengxuan looked at her eyes and smile, her heart was astringent, but she had nothing to say.

Fu Jie turned her head to look at her son Rong Qi, how envious she was in such a peaceful sleep. She hasn't slept so peacefully for more than two decades, closing her eyes day and night is the unstoppable nightmare. In this life, others have owed her a lot, and she has owed a lot to others. Who owes more to whom is already unclear.

No, this life is bitter or sad or painful, so be it. She was also tired. Even though she was vengeful, she felt tired after watching others struggle. In this process of revenge, she never really felt happy, she just needed a reason to live. But today, her son's death has suddenly reminded her. Does she really want to live? !! In the years of revenge, is she revenge on others ... or is she revenge herself? In her heart, in addition to hate Zongzheng's heartless heartlessness, hate tolerance crazy insult, what she hated most was her own innocence and simplicity! Blame it, she loves the wrong person! Disobeying his father, he chose such a man consciously.

With her eyes down, all expressions faded from her face, leaving only calmness. She held the sword, stabbed into her chest, and a large mouthful of blood spewed out. She felt no pain at all. In fact, how to die is no longer important to her, no matter how Ling Chi is, even if he is divided into five bodies, those physical pains can never be compared with the internal trauma.

"If the bones are frustrated ... can destroy human souls and make people no longer in life ... I hope that you will frustrate me and make me ... forever."

Incomparably desolate voice overcame all sorrow and joy in the world. Zong Zhengxuan leaned on the back of the chair behind him, unable to tell what it was like.

There was a shock in the bottom of my heart, how deep the pain will make a person hope to be frustrated, and to live forever?

"Master!" Qin Shen called out a heartache, and countless sadness appeared in his eyes.

Fu Jie's breath was already weak, and she turned her eyes to the sky, to see the goshawk flying in the vast sky, so free and easy to make people yearn for. She slowly smiled and murmured: "Finally, it can ... it's over ..."

She waited for this moment, she had waited so long! Fingers slipped to the ground, and everything was calm.

Zong Zheng stood up without looking, looking at the sword in his hand, and the blood blooming on the woman, he was motionless. No sorrow, no feeling of resentment, just numbness, nothing is gone. Release the sword and step back unconsciously.

Man Xuan worriedly called: "A chip?"

Fu Zhao seemed to be inaudible, turned quietly, and walked down the steps, his steps were heavy and slow, and a little futile, as if walking in the clouds.

Zong Zheng looked at his back with anxiety. He frowned, his indifferent eyes crossed a strange look, watching Zong Zheng dragged two messy footprints on the snow under the platform.

Zong Zheng looked at the front with no eyes, his eyes were empty, his handsome face was stained with wind and frost, and endless vicissitudes were carved on the corners of his eyebrows.

This day was too long, as long as he seemed to have walked a lifetime.

He took his horse and walked out of the square of Xuanyuan Temple in the snowstorm. In the surprised eyes of hundreds of thousands of people outside, he isolated all the soldiers who wanted to go forward with a solitary atmosphere.

For a generation of emperors, Zongzheng had no ideas, so he went out of sight of everyone and took only one horse. That horse was the only companion he had lived with for over twenty years.

The icy cold wind blew his black cloak and fluttered behind him, showing his lonely expression. The goose-like snow fell on his shoulders, covered with a layer of white, and his body lost the previous temperature and lost the ability to melt snow and ice.

He just walked out of the imperial palace of Qiyun Kingdom, out of everyone's sight, one person and one horse, and flew away in the wind, his back was solitary and lonely, as if he would never look back.

Zongzheng Wuyou didn't stop them. They had been enemies for so many years and suddenly became brothers of a mother compatriot. They couldn't adapt. Although the hatreds are false, the harm they have done to each other is real.

Qin Shen embraced Fu Jie's body that was getting colder, her eyes widened, she could never get together again. He said calmly to Zongzheng worrylessly: "I want to take her away."

Zong Zheng frowned frantically, "When did you say you want to let you go?"

Zong Zhengxuan gave Qin Shen a glance, and his expression immediately reminded him of Yun'er's mood when he died, and he sighed, "Sorrow is more than death. No worries, let them go, and that's it."

For a person longing for death, letting him live is the biggest punishment for him.

Qin Shen, the master of Tian Qiumen, was also a famous figure in the rivers and lakes. He was exquisite in medical skills and martial arts.

Zong Zheng released his clenched palm without worry and said nothing more.

Qin Shen stared blankly, took a few steps, and suddenly paused. "After one month, I will have someone send Yun Guifei's body back to Beijing."

Zongzheng Wuyou and Zongzheng were both in awe. Qin Shen flew away without waiting for them to say anything.

Sometimes this is the case, if you can properly forgive others, you may bring yourself unexpected results. If Fu Jie was not so obsessed at first, maybe today is another scene.

Wanhe Mainland was Cangxian in 177. In November, Emperor Qiyun collapsed, and the cause of death was unknown. 2k novel reading network