Jiang Qing

In King Liang's court, the imperial physicians who had already knelt in a circle in Meng Ye's courtyard lowered their heads in a breathless manner.

The dumb slaves in the room had been sent out long ago. Qin Chengze knelt in front of Meng Ye's bed and had been guarding for two hours. Meng Ye didn't let him see him.

Separated by the bed curtain, Qin Chengze could only concentrate on listening to Meng Ye's breathless breathing to confirm that he was still alive. The person on the bed was already too weak to resist, but Qin Chengze couldn't give birth without permission. Courage to lift the curtain.

The room was terribly silent, but Qin Chengze was inexplicably relieved. He could clearly hear Meng Ye's breathing becoming more and more rapid, he could hear the subtle noises on the bed, and he could hear his groaning because of the dull pain.

These small sounds surrounded Qin Chengze. He should have been heartbroken, but he seemed to be numb, unable to produce any emotion.

Meng Ye's voice became weaker and weaker, and the movement of struggling became smaller and smaller. Qin Chengze knelt there numbly, but the obsession in his heart was repeated, unable to break free.

After a long silence, Qin Chengze asked in a hoarse voice: "Ah Ye... did you really like me, or... the shadow of looking at others through me?"

Meng Ye's breathing stagnated suddenly, and the two or three seconds of silence seemed to be stretched endlessly, waiting until Qin Chengze's internal organs burned, he asked again stubbornly.

"Heh." A contemptuous ridicule landed lightly, and then there was no more sound.

After a full cup of tea, there was no movement inside the bed curtain.

Qin Chengze stared blankly for a while, then stood up with his sore knees, walked slowly to the edge of the bed and sat down, hesitated for a moment, and slowly opened the bed curtain.

His eyes, which had been so cold that there was no fluctuation in the slightest, trembled, and big teardrops fell, depicting an expression of pain that did not belong to him on his cold and ruthless face, making his entire face distorted and painful, Qin Chengze bit Tightening his lips, trying his best to swallow the choking sound in his throat, the unbearable pain finally exploded from his heart, slowly flowing to his limbs and bones, sweeping every part of his body.

The person on the bed could no longer recognize the human form, and Meng Ye held Mei Shao's golden hairpin tightly in his hand, the tip of the golden hairpin was covered with bloodstains, his long bloody hair covered his whole face, and the bloodstains ran down his body. His forehead was dizzy, like blood and tears flowing from his eyes.

Qin Chengze stretched out his hand tremblingly, stopped by his cheek for a while, gritted his teeth, and gently brushed away the hair on his face, revealing a bloody face.

Meng Ye didn't want to see him again until his death. Even if he was plotting against him to come back, he just cut his face with his last strength in a muffled voice, and he didn't want to look at him again.

Qin Chengze broke open the bloody golden hairpin in his palm. He always knew that Meng Ye hid such a sharp weapon under his pillow, but he never took it away. Ye would use this golden hairpin to end his life in bed.

But Meng Ye never made a move, just when Qin Chengze thought he was softening his attitude, he used this golden hairpin to stab his heart fiercely.

Cover the face with hair, and see life and death.

Qin Chengze let out a low laugh, stuffed the golden hairpin into his hand again and clenched it tightly, then lowered his head and gently kissed Meng Ye's forehead, sending his heart into the sharp point in his hand.

The bright red spread across their clasped fingertips, and the warm and flowing blood dripped onto the bed, but it couldn't melt into Meng Ye's half-dried blood.

Qin Chengze closed his eyes, and felt his heart beating violently for a long time. It seemed as if it had finally come to life after a long sleep, beating slowly when he covered Meng Ye's cooling body.

Before losing consciousness, Qin Chengze vaguely heard many people calling him "Your Highness". They eagerly pulled themselves away from Meng Ye, anxiously stopped his bleeding, walked around him one by one, and poured bitter soup into his mouth. .

"Your Highness."

"Your Highness...Your Highness!"

"His Royal Highness!"

Every word is His Highness, Qin Chengze thought in a daze, who are they calling?

Anyway, he didn't call me, he lied to himself.

But no one called him "Helian Gouyue" again.

The lights of Wang Ting were on all night, and the flood-like imperial physicians came and went to Qin Chengze's room, kept watch all night, and finally saved his life.

And the heavy snow that fell at an unknown time also drifted all night, and even the surging hot spring couldn't resist, and all the red lotuses in the pool froze to death.

In Qin Chengze's Liangguo, Honglian in Yanzhou couldn't survive, and his life that was snatched back was as thin as paper, and he couldn't stand any storms anymore.

Meng Ye slept in the ground forever, while Qin Chengze was plagued by illnesses and had constant soups and medicines, but he was sitting in the world and lived a long life.

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There is only Qin Chengze, the only one left in Liangguo, and the lord of Liangguo puts almost all his attention on saving this illegitimate son whom he used to disdain. In addition, the main force of the army suffered heavy losses in the first-line valley, so he temporarily stopped aggressing Li. country mind.

Mei Shao took the opportunity to send troops to the north and regained the three captured border states. Meng Yilin rebuilt Yanzhou's defenses, and wrote a letter asking Zuo to continue guarding the Yan Pass, while Min Qiuping guarded the Han Que Pass.

When all the dust fell to the ground, although Mei Shao was still wounded, she was thinking about Bai Bingchen, and after the handover, she wanted the teacher to return to court.

This battle really dragged on for too long, even if Mei Shao rushed back day and night, he could only celebrate the New Year halfway, so Tong Shen used this as an excuse to persuade him to stay in the Northland for a while and go back after the New Year.

Originally, Mei Shao’s injury didn’t heal very well, and he was afraid that Bai Bingchen would see it when he returned with the injury, so he agreed, but there was no response to the good news sent to Pingdu for a long time, especially since Bai Bingchen hadn’t sent a letter so far. Something was wrong, but thinking that Tong Shen came to the Northland later, if something happened, he would not hide it from himself, so he suppressed his anxiety and waited forcibly.

But one day when Chu Yan was counting the number of people lost in the army, he took a letter that should have been in Bai Bingchen's hands and handed it to Mei Shao who was drinking medicine. Mei Shao only glanced at the unopened letter. The letter, but the medicine in his mouth could no longer be swallowed.

It was the letter he sent to the White Mansion before he planned to feign death to lure Qin Chengze, which hinted at all his plans, but now it was found in the camp of a messenger who committed suicide.

This letter has never been sent out of Beidi, so Bai Bingchen can only get the news that he is dead... Just thinking about this situation, Mei Shao's heart is so troubled that he hardly dares to think about how Bai Bingchen has been in the past few months. How are you doing?

After a while, Tong Shen was called into the camp, and it was Mei Shao's gloomy face that met him.

"Before you came to Beidi, wasn't it the only news about my death?"

Tong Shen lowered his eyes slightly, avoided his gaze, and nodded.

"Then how was Yanfang before you came?" Mei Shao asked eagerly.

Tong Shen's eyes flickered, but he didn't answer.

But at this moment, silence was a silent response.

Feeling so depressed in her heart, Mei Shao walked up to Tong Shen, lowered her head and grabbed the skirt of his shirt, gritted her teeth and said, "Did something happen to him?"

"Say!" Mei Shao was very close, Tong Shen raised his eyes to meet his eyes that almost swallowed him alive, but still didn't speak.

"Say..." Mei Shao let go of her hand slightly, with a hint of pleading in her voice.

The soldiers in the account saw the two generals making moves, knowing that they were not high-level, they sneaked out to find someone to fight, and they were looking at Li An who was running to Zhao Yuansheng's tent, so they pretended that Mei Shao had something to do with him to deceive him come over.

Li An was still holding a food box that was going to curry favor with Zhao Yuansheng, and he was pushed into Mei Shao's tent in a daze, just when Tong Shen said flatly, "He's dead."

Mei Shao's eyes loosened for a moment, and then she punched Tong Shen in the face. Tong Shen bumped into Li An behind him, and the food box fell to the ground and scattered all over the place.

"You're talking nonsense!" Mei Shao stared at him fiercely, then pounced on him, punching Tong Shen one after another, and Tong Shen clamped his arms, and the two wrestled on the ground.

Li An saw that Mei Shao was really moving, and all his moves were aimed at Tong Shen's face. He rushed forward to pull Mei Shao away. Shen barely peeled off.

"Chongjin! Chongjin!" Li An firmly held down Mei Shao who was still about to pounce on Tong Shen, and shouted, "What's the use of beating him? Can Bai Bingchen come back to life with you like this?"

Mei Shao stopped struggling, and slowly turned around to face Li An, her gaze shifted from him to Tong Shen who got up from the ground, and then turned back to look at Li An, crying and laughing: "You have Just know? Heh... you all know? Why don’t I know!”

He slammed the medicine bowl on the ground, and with the crisp sound of porcelain tiles shattering, Mei Shao hugged her head and squatted down slowly, annoyed, "Why... I don't know anything..."

Li An couldn't bear to squat down, and leaned against the edge of the couch with him, but didn't know what to say.

After a while, Mei Shao asked hoarsely, "How...how did he get away?"

Tong Shen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, paused, and said, "I voluntarily left for the sake of the overall situation."

Huh, big picture?

Almost madly, Mei Shao pulled her hair violently, hammered her head, and murmured: "Impossible, this is impossible...he promised me...would never leave me alone. Impossible...Your Majesty You also promised me... that you will protect him... Yan Fang is fine, Yan Fang is fine... Yan Fang is fine."

He repeated it over and over again, as if as long as he kept saying nothing was wrong, Bai Bingchen, who was far away in Pingdu, would live as he wished, without any damage.

"Your Majesty is the one who ordered the poisoned wine." Tong Shen told a fact almost indifferently, "I told you when I was in Wudu that Your Majesty is the emperor of Li, and he will only choose the most worthy one under the situation. Yes, it will not only protect a certain person."

"Isn't he worth it?" Mei Shao suddenly raised his eyes, bloodshot eyes, frighteningly red, "Isn't he worthy of a little favor and protection?"

"It's not that it's not worth it, but it's that the individual is too small in front of the big picture." Tong Shen exhaled, trying to calmly state this fact.

"That's your overall situation, not mine." Mei Shao stood up slowly, the collapsed belief in her eyes was rebuilt, her voice was no longer trembling, but deathly calm.

"Go back to the capital! I want to hear from His Majesty how Yan Fang died."

Tong Shen narrowed his gaze, staring at Mei Shao's expressionless face, his voice finally fluctuated, "Are you going to take the soldiers back?"

Mei Shao gave him a cold look, and said two words clearly, "Huidu."

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