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Song Yu was still dragging his illness like this, and dragged on for another half a month.

Until one late night, the Son of Heaven was consciously awakened by the unspeakable pain in his lungs. He carefully removed Xiao Lingming's hand on his waist, frowned in unbearable pain, and pressed his chest tightly, suppressing the cough that was about to overflow his throat. .Xiao Lingming was sleeping soundly. With the other hand, he was holding onto the soft and layered cuffs of Song Yu's pajamas. Song Yu didn't want to disturb him, so he pulled out his sleeves little by little and sat up very carefully.

Li Fu, who was on guard at night, heard the movement and hurried forward to help, and the emperor walked to the outside of the bedroom with Li Fu's help, and couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hands to cover his lips and coughed heavily.Li Fu thought it was just an ordinary cough at first, and took tea from the tray provided by the little yellow door sideways and waited.

However, Tianzi stopped coughing with great difficulty, and just as he put down his hand covering his lips, the glaring bright red in his palm mercilessly tore open the illness that Tianzi had been avoiding like a sharp knife.

"Your Majesty!" Li Fu lost her voice, "I'm going to invite Lord Qian!"

Song Yu took a deep breath of cool air with a strong bloody smell, "low voice!" He reprimanded, shaking his eyelids and closing his eyes, as if he had made some important decision, "There is no need to pass on Qian Yun, Li Fu , go get a roll of silk."

Li Fu knew that persuasion was useless, so she could only say yes, and Song Yu added, "I want the ink shaft and Zhu Feng."

Mo Zhu Feng... Li Fu was stunned for a moment, and said a lot: "You want to make a will now?"

Song Yu had already impatiently picked up the wet handkerchief offered by the palace maid and wiped his palms, and walked to the small study, "You can take it if you are told, why do you talk more and more nonsense as you get older?"

Li Fu had no choice but to back down, and quickly fetched the silk roll. He carefully spread the soft and delicate silk paper on the table in front of the coughing emperor, and served new warm tea. He said in a low voice, "I will grind ink for you."

The emperor took the tea bowl, took a sip, seemed to be still thinking but his brows were furrowed, after a while he picked up the pen lightly, took a breath, and finished writing in one go until the end.

Under the candlelight, the ink on the warm gold silk surface is sharp and sharp, and slowly bleeds into the paper.The emperor put down his pen, took the seal that Li Fu had brought and printed it himself, but still felt that it was not enough, took a private seal of the emperor from the drawer with only the word "Yu" on it, and sealed it lightly.

When Song Yu did all this, he didn't hide it from Li Fu, as if he wanted him to be a witness. Li Fu, who was blessed with the emperor's grace, had to persuade: "Saint, the relationship between you and the nobleman is rare. But you If this decree is taken seriously in the future by the nobleman, I am afraid that the country will be in turmoil and the world will be uneasy."

The Son of Heaven didn't blame him for being presumptuous, he coughed heavily again, and then said casually with a certainty in his chest: "He won't. This edict is for the present."

"Even if this thing will play a role in the future, it will only have the effect of punishing Lao San's heart." The emperor's tone was calm but still contemptuous and disdainful, "What Lao San covets from me will always have to pay for it." Little price."

The Son of Heaven let out a deep breath as he said, "I can't bear to see Minger like that." His tone was calm, as if he was stating a trivial matter, but every word and every word conveyed that a ruler is born of power, The strong bloody aura that cannot be concealed in the means of looking down on all living beings.

"—But he was brought up by me and has been with me to this day. When I go underground, there should always be something in him that needs to go with me."

The imperial edict of the Yuan Dynasty, which was unprecedentedly stamped with the emperor's private seal, was slowly gathered in Song Yu's hands. The emperor held it and turned it in his palm, and handed it to Li Fu, "Put it away."

The next day.

"Because I want to listen to Wu Pengxiang's report on many matters from years ago, Li Zhi has been ordered by the empress to talk about it. I am afraid that I will not come back in time to have dinner with your majesty, so you don't have to wait for him." Li Fu knelt and served the emperor's robe , while answering carefully.

Song Yu rarely laughed out loud, "Li Fu, what he said makes it sound like I'm his sweetheart."

Li Fu couldn't hide his smile when he heard this, but this was not something he could talk to, and a smile was enough. He adjusted the belt for the emperor, and turned around to take the jade pendant from the tray served by the slave beside him.

At this moment, the servants shouted in panic, "Saint!" Suddenly, there were explosions in all directions.

Li Fu turned around abruptly, and saw the Son of Heaven clutching his chest, coughing up a mouthful of blood again, Li Fu strode forward to support him, "Pass the money to the head of the court!"

In the emperor's dormitory in the inner hall of Hanyuan Hall, the bitter medicinal smell has been lingering since two years ago, but today's medicinal fumigation is so strong and steaming that it almost makes people breathless.

The Son of Heaven sat at the head, resting on his forehead with one hand, waiting for the result of Qian Yun's pulse-taking. All the extra palace servants were sent out, and now only the Son of Heaven, Qian Yun, and Li Fu were left in Nuo Da's dormitory.

Qian Yun slowly withdrew his hand from the emperor's wrist. He had served the emperor for many years, and he didn't need to use those euphemistic words to the emperor, so he said slowly and bluntly, "Saint, you force yourself to use soup and medicine to hang your spirits. , dragged all the way to the present, and refused to rest. At this point, it is already..." Even he seemed to find it difficult to say these four words, "The end of the crossbow..."

Song Yu, however, withdrew his hand indifferently, and reprimanded casually, "Qian Yun...you can speak tactfully now...I've been here...cough cough...for a few days, right?"

Qian Yun lowered her head silently.

"Li Fu." The Son of Heaven called out, closed his eyes and ordered coldly, "Get ready."

Seeing this, Li Fu leaned over dumbfounded, paused, and said: "Then slave, please go and invite the ladies from all the palaces to Mizhu Temple, and follow the old routine to celebrate the death." Someone asked: "Is there any special order from Your Majesty?"

Song Yudao: "There is no need to die after the abolition, and I will always accompany the gods in the Hangluo Temple."

Li Fu responded and retreated quietly.

The main hall of Xingyuan Hall.

A little yellow man in a blue robe walked unobtrusively from the side door to Li Zhi's side, and whispered something to him.Li Zhi's complexion changed after hearing this, and he looked back, seeing that little yellow door's expression was determined, he stepped forward briskly and called out softly, "Your Majesty."

Xiao Lingming called out to Yang Jing who was answering, and then looked at Li Zhi, "What's wrong?"

Only then did Li Zhi bow to Danbi to reply.

"Li Diao Temple sent a message from others, saying that His Majesty is afraid that something is wrong, he has been ordered to go to the various palaces to invite all the ladies to Mi Zhu Temple, and the master will perform the death ceremony." Li Zhi answered very quickly.

Xiao Lingming didn't move at all, he seemed to be stunned, and he seemed unwilling to believe it, until Li Zhi called him two more times, then he came back to his senses.

"Ah..." Xiao Lingming made a soft voice, and said to Yang Jing: "I have something important to do, Qingda and Prince Rui can do it." He supported Li Fu's hand and got up slowly, as if his whole body was lost in the sky. .

"Empress Empress." Song Xian, who was standing at the bottom of the steps, said loudly while pinching the time.

Xiao Lingming had already stepped out of the screen, and when he called him, he subconsciously turned his head and met Song Xian's clear eyes with just the right amount of concern.

"You..." Xiao Lingming took a deep breath, and slowly collected his wandering thoughts. As the breath entered his lungs, the disorganized order due to momentary shock and even panic gradually returned to the bottom of his heart.

According to the old rule of the Great Yuan Dynasty, once the emperor is on the verge of death, a concubine who should accompany the martyrdom will be taken to Mizhu Temple, and the master of Ming Wang will personally add it, and the ceremony will guide the emperor. To lead the way and sacrifice, and the other is to see Zhu Chongxi.

After he met Song Yu, he should also go there, and in the name of the honor of the middle palace and Lingyi, he should become the most precious sacrifice for the emperor's death.

Such a scene, Song Xian...

——He thought: Song Xian doesn't need to see it, it will only add to the sadness.

Xiao Lingming pursed his lips, trying to look as normal as possible, looking at Song Xian with a bit of fragile nostalgia, and slowly said, "Xian'er, after the matter of Chaoshang is over, Daigu will go to the suburbs of Beijing to replace Gu Take a look at Sui'er... I miss her a little bit."

Song Xian took a deep look at him, finally lowered his head, and bent down to answer, "Your servant takes orders."