"Because your grandmother scolded me for several nights in a row."

Song Lingzhou: “…”

Lu didn't explain much, but just smiled slightly, letting him go and letting himself go. This is what his mother-in-law said.

Song Ci was very satisfied with this stupid concubine's wife so well-informed. After receiving the incense of Lu's respect, she left with her sleeves.

In the cold winter of the 41st year of Shengping, snowflakes fell on the capital.

Emperor Chu lay on the dragon bed, surrounded by several loyal ministers and princes, who were giving the order.

That's right, the emperor has too many lives and he is sixty-seven, but his life has come to an end. Now he's just waiting for the day to recall it.

After telling his last words, Emperor Chu had already vented more energy and had less energy. He waved his hand and asked people to retreat, leaving only Song Zhiyuan and Eunuch Zhou who were kneeling at the end of the bed.

Song Zhiyuan trembled and held a piece of ginseng in his mouth, his eyes were red.

Emperor Chu gasped like an old cow, looking at the old minister and old friend who had been in front of him for a lifetime, and tried hard to pull the corners of his mouth: "You bad old man, I'm going to take the lead before you."

"Emperor." Song Zhiyuan knelt beside the bed, holding his hand, and tears flowed.

"A person will die, but I didn't expect... to live less than seventy." Emperor Chu smiled, but there was a hint of reluctance and reluctance in his eyes.

Who wants to die? He doesn't want to, but he is powerless to resist the sky.

He looked at Song Zhiyuan and said, "Song Yunzhi, the prince is still young, and Daqing is also suffering from external troubles. Can I believe you? Even if I am dead!"

Song Zhiyuan knew what this meant, held his hand tightly and said, "Chu Realm, I will use my lifelong strength to assist the prince in defending this country for you. Where you go, where you go, where you go, you will also follow. Remember it. Also, walk slowly and wait for me to come."

Emperor Chu smiled: "Okay."

If you meet again in the next life, you will work together to stir up the situation.

When the emperor died, the whole country was mourning.

In Cining Palace, Empress Dowager Wang was lying sickly on the bed, and the white-haired man gave him a black-haired man, and she was also heartbroken.

"Empress." Song Ci sat down beside the bed.

Empress Dowager Wang squinted her eyes and looked at the person in front of her: "Aci, are you here? Are you here to pick up Ai's family? You are gone, Xiaoyu is gone, and it's boring to live in Ai's family. Aci, why don't you take Ai's family away?"

Song Ci gently patted her hand: "It's not time to pick you up, your life is not over yet. You must take care of yourself, don't be too sad. He is just going back to heaven to serve the Buddha. And you, I will look for you in the next life."

Queen Mother Wang: "Don't let the donkey and Ai's family, I will take it seriously."

"It must not."

Queen Mother Wang smiled: "The Ai family will set a secret code first. The Ai family's fate is extremely noble, and it will definitely be the same in the next life. Oh, the Ai family will be the reincarnation of Feng Ming, so remember this secret code to find me."

"As for orders, my empress." Song Ci smiled.

"Aunt, the lady is actually laughing." The palace maid who was guarding the phoenix couch exclaimed.

Lian Qiao looked at her hands and said softly: "The Empress probably dreamed of the most important person in this life."

Or children, or friends.

So she is laughing, she will laugh.
Chapter completed!