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Xiao Lingming closed his eyes, he shed countless false tears in this Great Yuan Imperial City, either to please the emperor, or to seek the emperor's pity.Every time we shed tears, pear blossoms bring rain, and people feel pity.But at this moment, at this moment of unspeakable pain and helplessness, he couldn't shed tears for a moment, and could only shake his head, "Song Yu, I, I don't want these things, I'm not... I'm not my sister... "

His speech was broken and choked, staccato, and he looked extremely weak and embarrassed.But none of this can shake the emperor, he has a clear view of Xiao Lingming.

——Of course Xiao Lingming stood up, he just lived in the shadows, under the shelter for too long, and forgot how to live alone.

The palm of the Son of Heaven gently fell on Xiao Lingming's cheek, he held Xiao Lingming's face, and said to him seriously: "Ming'er is doing very well now." Until this moment, Xiao Lingming's hot tears fell like running water. Wet the emperor's robe.

Hearing this sentence, he sat up straight, blinked his eyes slowly, a round and crystal clear teardrop stuck to his lower eyelash, about to fall.

After a while, Xiao Lingming opened his mouth in vain, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only choke his throat and asked softly, "Have you ever loved Ming'er?" His lips trembled, like Are you afraid of something, "Or have you been looking at my sister through Minger?"

Song Yu didn't answer him immediately, the emperor looked at Xiao Lingming quietly for a while, and said in a low voice: "Minger shouldn't ask these questions again..."

Song Yu moved slowly, sitting up as if he had tried his best, and leaned against Xiao Lingming, and then pressed a dry and warm kiss on his brow, "Morrow should look forward, you still have to look back, soon Go back for a long time. Take what I left for you...Look forward..."

Song Yu's voice became lower and lower, until finally there was only a slight breath, and the last word came out of the emperor's mouth.

This generation of emperors who have been highly evaluated by meticulous writing in the future will shine in the annals of history. In his seemingly unfinished words, he slowly falls into the trembling and cold embrace of the person he has deeply involved in his life.

"Song Yu..." Xiao Lingming hugged Song Yu's heavy body and murmured, the Son of Heaven leaning on his shoulder was already silent.But he still didn't seem to believe it, he raised his hand little by little, landed on Song Yu's back, and called him in a crying voice, "Song Yu...Song Yu...Song Yu, Song Yu!"

However, just behind the thin door on the side that Xiao Lingming didn't know about, Song Xian was pressed an inch in front of his throat by a sharp dagger held by Li Fu himself, forcing him to kneel on the side obediently and listen quietly.

A thin satin door can't block the slightest sound at all.From the last words of the emperor and Xiao Lingming just now, to Xiao Lingming's uncontrollable weeping and deep wailing at this moment, it was like a blunt thin blade twisted and cut into Song Xian's heart.

Xiao Lingming's voice outside the door gradually weakened, and Song Xian heard the creaking sound of cloth rubbing against each other, then the sound of heavy objects being carefully put down, followed by Xiao Lingming's slow footsteps, the ring on his body seemed to hit the ground, and finally, the sound of his forehead There was a dull blunt sound when it touched the ground, like a heavy hammer, hitting Song Xian's heart.

It seemed that this muffled sound woke Song Xian up completely, and it was only at this moment that he truly realized that his father had really gone.

Li Fu slowly withdrew her hand after the sound.

Song Xianli got out of the shackles and got up staggeringly, but he was still in place for a while.

The unattainable mountain of power that was pressing on his head has collapsed silently.From this moment, Song Xian is the supreme emperor in the world, and no one can stand in front of him—but he also has no father.

Song Xianfang seemed to see his flat and bright, but empty and silent road ahead.He stood where he was, vaguely feeling that he was not as happy as he had imagined.

Li Fu pushed open the door and walked out. Song Xian followed the voice stiffly and subconsciously looked at the emperor's bedroom where the candlelight was shining. Come, look at Song Xian two by two.

Song Xian almost subconsciously raised his hand forward to push open the half-closed revolving door, and rushed towards Xiao Lingming.

When he was behind this thin door, he had all kinds of emotions stuck in his heart, and there were thousands of words in his heart that he wanted to vomit and ask the person in front of him.

——He wants to say that I am afraid that something will happen to you, and I will go straight to the palace if I lose my head, leaving my future and life behind.

——He wants to say that you are willing to die for him, but you are not willing to leave half a word to me.

——He wanted to ask Xiao Lingming if there was any trace of his name, Song Xian, in Xiao Lingming's seemingly soft heart.

But when Song Xian rushed out and saw Xiao Lingming's pale and wooden face meeting his eyes that were only confused and empty, he suddenly became dumb.

——Song Xian couldn't ask any questions.

Song Xian just paused, then rushed forward and pulled Xiao Lingming into his arms with all his strength. Xiao Lingming, who was held in his arms, staggered back two steps with such force.Song Xian hugged his stiff and cold body tightly, as if trying to strangle him into flesh and blood.

But Xiao Lingming just stood and didn't struggle, just stood motionless for Song Xian to hug, his hands hanging by his side all the time.

"I'm really... I'm really scared to death..." Song Xian buried his head in Xiao Lingming's neck where the strong fragrance of ambergris was still left, and murmured with lingering fear: "You know I was stopped at Guanchen Gate At that time, I was afraid that you had already..."

But what Song Xian said was like falling into a bottomless deep lake. Except for the body in his arms, he didn't get any response that could confirm that the person in front of him was in front of him.

After a long time, the golden bell on the top of Mizhu Temple rang, loud and solemn, and it rang one after another in the hearts of all the Dayuan subjects in Pingjing City.

After the 99 death knells sounded, Xiao Lingming gently pushed Song Xian away, he looked calm and even a little numb, "Song Xian, you are the new emperor, all the ministers headed by Wu Yan must be waiting for you in the outer hall. Gu also has to take care of...the affairs of Emperor Daxing's harem."

Song Xian was obviously worried, but Xiao Lingming shook his head, and even smiled, "I'm fine, let's go."

Only then did Song Xian hesitate and turn around. After walking two steps, he turned back and said, "I'll come to you after I've dealt with the affairs of the previous dynasty."

Xiao Lingming nodded, and watched Song Xian walk towards the outer hall of Hanyuan Hall with three steps and one turn, until he could no longer see anyone, then he walked slowly outside the palace with the support of Li Zhi who stepped forward carefully.

The snowstorm at the end of January is still biting.

When Xiao Lingming stepped out of the Hanyuan Palace, where the four seasons are as warm as spring, he had cried before, and now he was blown by the bleak winter wind, and he couldn't help but feel the tip of his nose hurt.Li Zhi quickly took the thick fox fur from the hands of the harem man and put it on for him, and carefully pushed his loose hair out of the fox fur.

Xiao Lingming tightened his neckline, and was about to take a step when he heard Li Fu who had returned came from the corridor and called him.

Li Fu walked up to him, saluted, and then replied in a low voice, "The Empress Dowager knew the edict to serve at the Hangluo Temple after the abolishment of the saint's decree, and said that she wanted to go there to practice together."

After hearing this, Xiao Lingming lowered his eyes and twitched his mouth, "Why does she want to practice together?" He sighed, "After all, she is the birth mother of Emperor Daxing, Li Fu, you should arrange it yourself, it's more appropriate."

After Xiao Lingming finished explaining, he continued to walk outside the corridor.He was dressed in darkness, walking retrograde in the wind and snow, with the heavy vermilion wall of the Hanyuan Hall behind him, when he reached the long steps in front of the Hanyuan Hall, he stopped slowly.

He stared in a daze at the wind and snow that swept him away, and danced wildly in the air like algae like ink, as if he was trapped in a nightmare, he stretched out his hand and held a strand in his palm, his tone He murmured erratically, "Go get a small knife."

Li Zhi was taken aback, and gave instructions to the palace servants behind him, and after a while, he took a slender silver knife with an ivory handle and handed it over, "Your Majesty."

Xiao Lingming didn't turn sideways, but just showed his backhand, and Li Zhi respectfully handed the handle of the knife to Xiao Lingming's pale knuckles.The ivory is shiny and pure white, but when it falls on Xiao Lingming's palm, it turns out a warm color.

The smooth blade twirled around Xiao Lingming's fingertips, and he said, "Don't follow Gu." He walked down the long steps to the sky alone.Li Zhi sensed that his expression was wrong, so he didn't dare to let him alone, and he didn't dare to follow him too closely.

Holding the cold and hard handle of the knife, Xiao Lingming walked down slowly step by step. Xuandong's cold wind swept up those soft and beautiful, unfettered black hairs, only one of which was held in the palm of the hand and could not escape.

As Xiao Lingming walked, he looked down at the strand of icy hair wrapped around his fingertips. He turned his right wrist in confusion, and the cold tip of the knife slowly passed over it. Cut off at the middle.Xiao Lingming's slender fingers with curly hair also slowly let go, allowing them to fall in the air and be swept away by the howling winter wind.

His eyes followed those broken hairs, and he looked up slowly in a dazed state, watching them soaring upwards, crossing the fluffy white snow, crossing the vermilion palace wall, and following the spirit of Emperor Daxing, swinging up the boundless and vast Nine Layers skyrim.

Xiao Lingming followed in a daze while walking slowly down.

His feet suddenly became empty.

The wisp of willow hair in his sight swayed higher and higher amidst the hazy and vague exclamations of Li Zhi and the palace people behind him, while he himself fell deeper and deeper, until there was a dull sound that pierced through the head and made teeth ache. , completely plunged into the silent darkness.