The long sword in Shen Ying's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his too thin hands trembled a little.

Each of those paintings has a signature.

Xie Yu's name was ostentatiously placed in the corner, and the red stamp was bright red.

Shen Ying felt that the heart that could no longer feel the pain started to ache again, as if an invisible big hand was tightly clasping his neck, making him unable to breathe.

There seemed to be a long sword on his chest that no one could see. As long as he took a second look at the calligraphy and paintings, the long sword would push in an inch, making him feel as if he was being stabbed.

Every picture is very beautiful, even more beautiful than those drawn by the painters in the palace. Every picture is carefully drawn. His brows and eyes in the paintings always have a slight smile, lifelike, as if he will leave at any time Like coming out.

Shen Ying found that some of the portraits still had words on them, probably Xie Yu wrote them casually when he was bored while painting:

【Shen Ying】

【Shen Ying.】

【When will Shen Ying come back】

【Want to win】

【Want to win】

【think.】

Shen Ying's vision gradually blurred, he looked down at the vivid portraits, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What did he say? Did he say anything before he died?"

The guards below had already heard that something was wrong with his voice, so they didn't dare to raise their heads, so they could only lower their heads and say, "When the subordinates go down, Mr. Xie has only one breath left, he said. He said let us Bury him in Yizhou."

Shen Ying threw down the large portrait, raised his sleeves to wipe away tears, and kept the tears from falling on the portrait. He felt that his body was about to split apart, "Did he say anything to me?"

Several guards lowered their heads and looked at each other, and finally, someone kowtowed as if death was at home, "Back to the emperor, Mr. Xie just said, please let us bury him in Yizhou, he likes Yizhou, it is a state that recalls the hometown of old people. "

Shen Ying's vision was still blurred, he looked down at himself in the portrait, and repeated, "Did he say anything to me?"

The headed guard couldn't help raising his head. He looked at Shen Ying, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. His face was full of tears, crying like the sky was falling, "...Go back to the emperor, no."

Shen Ying took a step back, he sat slumped on the golden dragon chair, heartbroken.

When was the last time he saw Xie Yu?

is in prison.

When he was in the National Teacher's Mansion, he didn't turn on the lamp, so he couldn't see him clearly.

What was the last sentence he said to Xie Yu?

He said he never loved him, he said he was using him all the time, he asked if he regretted it.

How did Xie Yu answer him?

Shen Ying was a little confused.

"emperor!"

"emperor--"

"Call the Imperial Physician! Go and call the Imperial Physician!"

When Shen Ying fell down, he looked at the sunset outside and smiled softly, remembering.

He said, if the emperor were me, would the emperor regret it?

The corners of Shen Ying's lips curled up slightly, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

If he were Xie Yu, he would definitely regret it.

He would regret saving his life, he would regret removing the Queen Mother Zhou for him, he would regret giving him the military power, he would regret taking the knife in his hand, killing the Queen Mother Zhou for him, and himself.

[Ding——Shen Ying's favorability degree +4, the current total favorability degree: 100, the task has been completed.

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