dying person

Nine.Nie Yao

The old emperor was finally dying.

Nie Yao was sitting on the dragon couch, and his dark blue quilt was lined with bright yellow, giving off a boundless coldness.

His smile is warm.

Stirring the jade-white cup in his hand, he gently asked: Father, please take another sip.

The gray-haired man on the bed looked dull, with his mouth open stupidly, drooling.

He could only sigh helplessly, took out the handkerchief in his sleeve and helped the old emperor wipe it off gently.

The old emperor was weak and incompetent when he was young, but he just loved to linger in the flowers and brought many heirs to the royal family.

He is also one of them.But this is not a good thing.

The mother and concubine came from a humble background, and when she was pregnant with him, she was just a Zhao beauty in the harem.

There are countless beauties in the country from generation to generation, and before the mother is more expensive than the child, she loses the favor.

There is no shortage of heirs in this generation of imperial palace, he is just one of them.

If only that was the case, then maybe it should have been a good ending.

The pheasant flapped its wings and wanted to perch in the big tree in Phoenix, even if it was just a small corner. If it failed, how would it end up imagining.

The harem is so complicated, there will never be a shortage of phoenixes without heirs, and it is not the turn of the pheasants to flap their wings first.

Phoenixes will not let it go.

Fall from grace, revenge, torture, death.The fate of the pheasant was done in one go, and it was a matter of course.

Once the power is in hand, the order will be followed.

It's just a pity that Zhao Meiren died not too early or too late, and she couldn't tell him her original purpose, but it was enough to leave an eternal impression on him.

Tsk tsk, very troublesome.

The same drama is being staged every day, and he is not pitiful.

Although there were countless humiliation and hidden arrows on his back later, at least he was successfully born and has survived to this day.

No?

And the Seventh Brother has been treating him very well, even though he only wanted a chess piece, he is lucky enough, isn't he?

It's still a pity that the things that maintain power and purpose are too fragile.

What Brother Seventh Emperor wanted, he had coveted since he was a child, and wanted to try that taste.

Meng Yu smiled and looked down at the sickly father on the bed. She wanted to tell him her heart and soul for 27 years like a father and son in an ordinary family.

But when he thought of Zhao Meiren's disfigured, insane, and dying appearance in his last memory, it was a bit dull.

Quietly thinking, Meiren Zhao fell in love with the old emperor in such a short life, and paid her sincerely, but ended up crazy.The old emperor has lived to this day, a romantic life, ruthless and ungrateful, but it is nothing more than that.

Ridiculous.

He thought boredly, but his movements remained gentle, and he finished feeding the last drop of □□ from the white jade cup.

Gently said to the dying person: Father, sleep well.

Brother Qihuang is dead, and Da Chen's country can only be handed over to me.

You never rewarded me with a glance before, but now you can only rely on me to open up future generations.

Don't blame me.

During the days when Nie Yao was low in the dust, he always hated him, but he couldn't see through the darkness that shrouded the deep palace.

And Meng Yu was the only ray of light in his whole world at that time.

Meng Yu was born innocent, with a noble status, and Wen Tao was a little bit, compared to him, a down-and-out prince, I don't know how many times cleaner.

The important thing is that such a person is willing to treat him well.

So like a moth, he desperately wanted to get closer to the fire, but restrained himself, fearing that the wind blown by his wings would extinguish the faint spark.

Even though Nie Yao was full of darkness in his heart, he always showed Meng Yu the best bit of blood in his heart.

Meng Yu is the white moonlight in front of his window and the cinnabar mole in his heart.

What about Meng Changying?

What a thing that is.

When Nie Yao first met Meng Changying, he and Meng Yu were discussing the differences between ancient books in their study.

When he saw the face of the man who was doing dirty things, which was somewhat similar to Meng Yu, he was in a daze.

He couldn't help saying that sentence: Keep it, it's also pitiful.

It's really pitiful that the eldest son of the Meng family, who is above the sky, has such an inconspicuous and humble analogue.

What a pity.

He always shows his best side to Meng Yu, and he will get tired after a long time.

Fortunately, there is also Meng Changying.

All the dark and cruel anger and frustration can be released on the silent Meng Changying.

And Meng Changying is also obedient, not talkative but loyal enough, very easy to use.

In front of him, Nie Yao can restore his original appearance, temporarily allowing himself not to pursue the light.

There is always a sense of belonging when dark people are with dark people.

Every time the desire is satisfied and the aftertaste has not faded, Nie Yao will feel very satisfied.

He didn't even bother to pursue Meng Changying's dirty past.

But don't hug him either.

Xiao can only think about another person on one person's bed until his hot body gradually cools down.

Call out Meng Yu's name.

After all, darkness cannot be hidden forever, just like some memories cannot be buried forever.

After the death of the Seventh Emperor, Meng Yu finally noticed something strange.

Questioning, quarreling, alienation.

Nie Yao felt sad and didn't understand why Meng Yu could be so naive because the water was as deep as Meng's house.

The Seven Emperors blocked his way, and Nie Yao felt that Meng Yu should be clear.

He was sad because in Meng Yu's heart, the righteousness of the monarch and ministers was always a thousand times more important than him.

But Meng Changying always put him first, never questioned him, and was an obedient dog.

Why did he think of Meng Yu so much.

Guilt and tiredness.

Emotions become complicated and no longer pure as before.

Meng Changying became a sharp and cold competent sword, which was unexpected by Nie Yao, but he readily accepted it.

Just right, it can be used in many ways.

Really a lot.

For example, he said to the shadow: Kill Lou Li.

For example, he said: Kill King Anping of the left party of Liang Guo who has the heart to crusade against Da Chen.

For example, he said: Meng Yu can't die, you go find Da Mo Xuerui.

Too many moments of life and death, hovering at the intersection of Huangquan, but Meng Changying never let him down.

Since when, there is also trust.

Nie Yao didn't want to admit that he was jealous, he told himself that Lou Li was a master of martial arts, he treated Meng Changying like a master, he was the only one who could kill him.

He comforted himself that Meng Changying would not die and Lou Li would not kill him.

I don't know whether to say it is God's will or my wish comes true.

Seeing that shadow has become completely silent from then on, no longer speaking, and his thoughts are unpredictable, he despicably felt a bit of pleasure from the mournful face of despair.

Dirty possessiveness.

Nie Yao spurned himself.

He and Meng Yu gradually became estranged. Although he was getting older and had power in his hands, he was no longer that down-and-out prince who was bullied by others, but when he was about to lose the light that accompanied him for half his life, he was still terrified.

Perhaps it is that people with a very good fate are destined to be doomed.

Meng Yu is critically ill and her life is dying.

There are many doctors in the world, but none of them has a countermeasure.

Meng Yu half-stepped into the eight-foot yellow spring, and the whole Meng family was as anxious as an ant in a pot.

I don't know where I heard a saying that Da Mo Xuerui has the effect of bringing the dead back to life.

That summer evening, the setting sun and residual heat hadn't receded, but Meng Changying's residence was extremely gloomy and cold in his memory.

He forgot what he was thinking then.

Do you just think that Meng Yu can't die?

Are you still wondering whether that Laoshizi Xuerui can save Meng Yu's life?

Desperate and stumbled, she left Meng Changying's residence.

Don't dare to wait for a moment.

It was too cold there, and Nie Yao left as if fleeing.

Meng Changying will never let him down.Three days later, Yotsuba's Damo Xuerui was hurriedly sent to the capital.

I vaguely feel that I have lost something, but I dare not explore it.

He asked the imperial physician to develop the medicine quickly, and he sneaked in to visit Meng Yu, watching Meng Yu wake up.

He handles government affairs, and he marries the eldest princess of the Southern Kingdom in order to avoid war.

He always has too much to do, yes, he's too busy.

Busy with Meng Yu's illness, busy with the ceremony of the new emperor's ascension to the throne, busy with the memorials piled up every day, busy with stabilizing his regime.

I dare not think about Meng Changying.

But in the long lonely night, Nie Yao always felt cold when he stared blankly at the curtains and the layers of tassels hanging on the cold dragon bed.

At this time, it's too late to hug him...

For more than ten days in a row, I used all kinds of things to force myself to have no room to breathe, but it still couldn't make up for every sleepless night, always haunted by bad thoughts.

Until everything is on the right track according to his ideas, the people love him, and all the officials support him.

He finally sat on the dragon chair, and sat firmly, and would not fall off again.

A Mingjun.

He should be happy, he should stand in front of his father's grave to lightly express his pride and disdain, and then weed out Zhao Meiren's grave and repair it properly.

Then reconcile with Meng Yu and go back to the past.

Continue the friendship, be a loyal minister of Mingjun, and give him a peaceful and prosperous age.

But Meng Changying never came back.

For the only time in this life, true despair spread in my heart.

When Meng Yu was seriously ill, he was in a state of desperation, pacing up and down, anxious.

But at this moment, he was just sitting there, calmly, sending someone to look for him like crazy, his face was cold and serious, and he no longer put on that gentle and false face in front of others.

He turned down the banquet for all the officials, even though it was also Meng Yu's birthday.

It was afternoon when she appeared at Meng Changying's residence.

The house faced north, facing away from the sun, and he finally understood why it was so cold here.

Because I seldom come here, I looked around in a daze and found that there were nothing but tables, beds and chairs.

Maybe there was a deviation in his memory? He only remembered that Meng Changying had said a good word.

He thought hastily.

Why not fight?Why did you agree so easily?

Meng Yi is the younger brother picked up by Meng Changying, so he doesn't know much about it.

When the person who saw him came, he said in a daze: "Brother said he would come back in a month or so, but he hasn't come back yet."When he left last time, he specifically told me to study hard and not to neglect it.

In a blink of an eye, the young man seemed to understand something, and asked with a choked voice: What's wrong, big brother... Is, is something wrong?

Nie Yao leaned dilapidatedly on the cold back of the chair.

At the same time, he sent people to search on the snow-capped mountains, but he was afraid that Meng Changying would die there, cold and buried under layers of snow.

But met the master.

After repeated inquiries, the master sighed: Mr. Meng told me that he needed Da Mo Xuerui to rescue his benefactor, but I saw that he was dying of heart-swallowing poison, so I wanted to give him two flowers. Clover Xuerui, but he politely refused, saying that he deserved it.

The master sighed.

Meng Changying's whereabouts were uncertain at first, and three days later, Meng Yi received a letter from home.

Nie Yao found the old groom and only learned that Meng Changying had gone to Songcheng in the east.

He sent someone to look for it.

Although he knew he would never find it again.

Why didn't he know that he was poisoned by the heart-swallowing poison?

He thought about it carefully, his thoughts seemed to be stuck.

It took him a while to remember that it turned out to be from the court of the Kingdom of Liang.

Must have suffered a lot of injuries.

This trip to the snow mountain.

And from before to now.

His heart seemed to stop beating, and the blood in his body stopped flowing, making his hands and feet cold in the shadow of the dim eaves.

Suddenly I wanted to hug him.Why didn't you hug him before?Never... hugged him.

Thousands of houses in the city are lit up, and the palace is full of toasts and cups, and cups are exchanged.

In Jiangnan Meng's Mansion, Meng Yi no longer cried, and couldn't get over the pain of losing his brother for a while.

Meng Yuduan sits in the Meng Mansion in the capital city, surrounded by his parents and brothers, and his mother sews a one-year-old body kit for him. He smiles, just as clean and pure as when he first came to this world, his heart is like a mirror, and his ambition is on a high platform .

Nie Yao remembered that Meng Changying's birthday had never passed.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, covered his face with his hands, and burst into tears.

The author has something to say: Sahuahua at the end~~~