Banjiang Misty Rain

Yuan Huan was talking nonsense, serious nonsense.

Angrily, the emperor's seven orifices produced smoke, his eyes were red like blood, and he seemed to open his mouth to pounce on her and crush her.

"Your Majesty." After listening to their conversation, Zhuge Qian suddenly called out to the emperor, smiled deeply, and comforted him: "No matter what happened before, you are now the emperor."

Emperor Yan was startled, his expression slowly changed from anger, and he laughed openly: "Yes, I am the Son of Heaven now, the Son of Heaven!"

Zhuge Qian picked up the phoenix cup on the Zhu table, carried a jug of wine, and walked down the jade steps slowly.

In front of Yuan Huan, she put the wine in her hand in front of her eyes, and said with a smile: "King Rui, after drinking this glass of wine, it's good to forget the past."

Yuan Huan choked for breath, his eyes were full of shock and heartache.

She actually said that she wanted her to forget the past?

Is she going to protect her husband against her?

She really loves Yuan Cheng so much?

"The empress is teaching me how not to care about the hatred of seizing love!" Yuan Huan's tone turned cold in an instant, and he reached out and grabbed Zhuge Qian's wrist violently, shaking the wine glass in her hand almost to the point of spilling After coming out, Shen Sheng asked again: "Qian'er, tell me, was the lingering relationship between you and me at that time really just a joke?"

When you say you turn your face ruthlessly, you suddenly turn your face ruthlessly.

Why exactly.

When Emperor Yan heard her words, his face suddenly became extremely ugly, his internal organs were on fire, his fists were clenched into fists, and he gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "You...you..."

He couldn't say it, they...they...

They actually had an affair in secret!

Zhuge Qian remained calm, and spoke indifferently and with a bit of sternness: "Isn't it very romantic to have beautiful concubines in Prince Rui's mansion? Why bother to think about me. I am the queen now, and the mother of the dynasty. Please be more restrained." Don't slander me with nonsense, and drive a wedge between me and the emperor."

Yuan Huan's chest suddenly trembled violently, and his eyes were red.

She said why bother to think about her...

What the hell is it?

She is now the most honorable mother of the world.

She is no longer the Qian'er she used to be.

The person I hate the most has always been myself.

Yuan Huan struggled and struggled repeatedly in his heart, then took a deep breath, let go of his hand to take the wine glass in Zhuge Qian's hand without any trace, and said with a smile: "Since the queen can be so straightforward, then the king can't do it either." Don't be too sentimental anymore. As you wish, this king will... let go of the past from now on."

After the words fell, she pressed the wine glass to her lips and drank it down.

It would be better if the wine was poisonous, and she would be poisoned to death directly.

You don't have to suffer the pain of despair.

You don't have to be tormented by the pain of longing every night.

Zhuge Qian pursed his lips, as if he was smiling, but the meaning of the smile was unclear.

She took the initiative to fill up her empty wine glass, then inadvertently picked up the wine glass on Yuan Huan's table, and said with relief: "I will also give King Rui a glass in return. Palace."

After she finished speaking, she dipped the wine in her hand into her throat.

Yuan Huan was agitated by the words, like sprinkling salt on a bloody wound, it hurt deeply.

She endured the pain, and simply drank the wine.

Zhuge Hong hung his head aside, not looking at the love and hatred between them, and not letting them notice the tears in her eyes.

Zhuge Qian put the empty cup in his hand on the Zhu case, and when he bowed his head, his vermilion lips deliberately moved closer to Yuan Huan's ear, his voice was so soft that only Yuan Huan could hear it clearly.

She said, "The child...is yours."

After she finished speaking, she turned away freely and walked towards Emperor Yan.

It was precisely because he knew that he had Yuan Huan's flesh and blood that he took the initiative to climb into Yuan Cheng's bed.

It made Yuan Cheng think that the child belonged to him, and made Yuan Huan think that the child belonged to Yuan Cheng.

Without Yuan Cheng's suspicion, without Yuan Huan's concern, this child could be born safely.

So, she was the one who lied to everyone.

Yuan Huan was so startled by her words that his color suddenly paled, his whole body seemed to freeze, his tongue was dumbfounded and he couldn't speak.

What did Zhuge Qian say?

She said the child was hers?

that kid...

That child, that little prince, is she and Qian'er's flesh and blood?

Yuan Huan thought carefully in his heart.

Yes, yes!

The little prince was born prematurely, and the time was exactly the same as theirs at that time.

But why didn't Qian'er admit it that day?

Yuan Huan slowly came back to his senses, and then glanced at Zhuge Qian's back. Just as he was about to speak, the lonely figure suddenly seemed to be on the verge of falling.

"puff--"

In a burst of spitting, the scarlet demon blood sprayed out.

It's like rain falling, and the jade steps under the feet of the woman who fell to the ground are stained with blood.

"Qian'er!"

"Queen!"

Emperor Yan and Yuan Huan exclaimed in unison.

Emperor Yan was stunned, and his queen vomited blood.

How could he vomit blood, how could it be!

Yuan Huan rushed forward first, hugged Zhuge Qian's overwhelmed figure, and called urgently, "Qian'er, Qian'er!"

Zhuge Xuan hurriedly ordered the palace servants beside him to call the imperial doctor, and then he also stepped forward to check on the Queen's condition.

"Why did you get poisoned, how did you get poisoned!" Yuan Huan yelled in disbelief, tears welling up in his eyes.

She kept wiping away the blood stains from Zhuge Qian's mouth, but the more and more black blood she wiped, she couldn't finish it.

It must be the wine...

Yes, that wine!

Only then did Yuan Huan remember that what Zhuge Qian had just drank was the wine on her case.

She raised her head, glared angrily at the emperor who hadn't recovered, and said sharply: "Yuan Cheng! You take out the antidote immediately, you can kill me, but you must not hurt Qian'er at all!"

Emperor Yan was speechless, and he repeatedly asked himself in his heart.

How can there be poison in the wine...

how could be!

He only ordered someone to smear poison on Yuan Huan's chopsticks.

There is no poison in the wine at all.

But Qian'er obviously vomited blood and fell to the ground after drinking the wine.

What's going on, what's going on!

Could it be that the servant who was in charge of the business deliberately poisoned the wine?

"Huan, Huan..." Zhuge Qian grasped Yuan Huan's hand with all his spare strength, calling her name with all his life.

She is going to die soon, and she will no longer be a bondage to her in the future.

Yuan Huan looked at her in pain, sniffed, raised his eyes and yelled at Emperor Yan: "Yuan Cheng, I beg you, hand over the antidote!"

Emperor Yan strode down the jade steps, fed the antidote he was carrying into Zhuge Qian's mouth, snatched her back from Yuan Huan's arms, and hugged her tightly.

"Queen, please don't be in trouble, you must not be in trouble!" He was panicked and at a loss.

Zhuge Qian didn't look at him for a moment, and completely ignored him.

In her eyes, only Yuan Huan was engraved.

"Huan...protect him well..."

Who is he, she must understand.

She tried her best to finish this sentence, and she lost her breath and heartbeat.

The pupils opened without blinking, and the pupils dilated instantly.

"Qian'er...no...no..."

Yuan Huan shook his head desperately, and his heart suddenly stopped beating.

She couldn't believe it, she wouldn't believe it.

Like crazy, he snatched Zhuge Qian's body back from Emperor Yan's arms, and hugged him tightly.

"Qian'er, don't die, don't die..."

"I beg you...Qian'er..."

"please!"

"Zhuge Qian!"

But no matter how much she screamed, it was just a futile roar.

Zhuge Qian was in her arms, losing his warmth little by little.

Gradually it became rigid.

Dead stiff.