Kite falling into red dust

The three-day period was approaching, and Murong Mingyu was sitting in front of Luo Hongyuan's bed, holding his hand, with a cloud of lingering melancholy condensed between his brows.Luo Jianqing's voice sounded behind him: "Is Your Majesty worrying about the second medicine?"

"The widow is thinking," he stared at the pale and haggard face that was far less beautiful than before, "is the widow really a person who loves him?" "Why does your majesty have such doubts?"

"He said that the widow only loves his appearance, so he ruined his own face in order to make the widow give up." He let go of Luo Hongyuan's hand, lowered his eyes, and said sadly, "How can only loving the appearance be considered true love? ?”

"Your Majesty, don't worry about this problem." Luo Jianqing stretched out his hand to help him up, "Cao Min just asks His Majesty, if your hard work can save Yuan'er, would you give it to him?" Nothing at all Without hesitation, he nodded slowly but firmly, "I am willing."

Luo Jianqing smiled faintly and said, "Does your majesty know how this will affect your body?" "I don't care, as long as he can wake up and live well." He replied calmly.

Luo Jianqing smiled brightly, and said, "Your Majesty just proved that you are Yuan'er's true heart." Suddenly, he put a finger on Murong Mingyu's left chest, and said, "Here is where the heart is. stab here with a dagger, remember

To pierce too deep, just see the blood. "

Even though it was just a finger, it made Murong Mingyu feel as if a sharp dagger had pierced his heart, making him plunge into the biting cold from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet.

Luo Jianqing turned around, looked at the sky outside the window, and murmured: "There are still three hours left..." Murong Mingyu didn't listen to him, and immediately opened the door and rushed out.

Watching his back as he left in a hurry, Luo Jianqing took out a bundle from under the bed.When it was opened, there was a set of winter clothes inside. "In such a cold day, if you don't wear winter clothes, you will freeze to death." He said to himself.

Murong Mingyu entered the imperial study room, took out the painting of the boy in red, took a last look, put it in the stove, and let it burn to ashes—he was afraid that when Luo Hongyuan woke up, seeing this The picture is sad.

He ordered a bowl to be brought, and then drove everyone out, ordering that no one should enter without his own permission.

The door was tightly closed, and he looked at Mo Yuan, the exception among "everyone", and said, "Bring your dagger." Mo Yuan frowned, "What does Your Majesty want a dagger for?"

He ignored his question, went straight to him, and drew the dagger from his waist. "Your Majesty, don't..." Mo Yuan was about to stop him, but he took a step back, shook his head at Mo Yuan, and said, "Remember to send the blood and snow lotus to Mr. Luo later." Immediately afterwards, he pulled himself away Holding the dagger in his hand, aiming at the position of the heart, he stabbed down...

"Your Majesty!" There was a sudden knock on the door.Mo Yuan quickly snatched away the dagger, his chest was only pierced a little.

Murong Mingyu said angrily: "Didn't I tell you that no one is allowed to enter?" The people outside the door stammered: "Yes, Your Majesty...but..." Murong Mingyu said impatiently: "What is it? Say it quickly!" "Return...to your majesty, the water is leaking!" "Where is the water leaking?" "It's just... the room where the patient lives..."

Before the people outside could speak further, Murong Mingyu had already opened the door and ran towards the room where Luo Hongyuan was.