Chapter 816

His voice was as like as two peas, and his eyes were slightly shrinking when he looked at him. He was aware of it because he saw his face almost identical to that of plain.

Song Ningyu stepped forward. The Regent looked at her tightly with a pair of eyes. The sword eyebrow twisted slightly. He stood aside slightly. Since the doctor is a woman, he doesn't have to avoid the difference between men and women.

Until she saw the little empress, song Ningyu finally had a trace of pity in her heart. She was only fifteen years old, but she was pale and thin. The little empress lay in bed and looked uneasily at the Regent. She coughed, and her voice showed the majesty of the Emperor: "go out."

The Regent slightly frowned. Song Ningyu glanced at the Regent and said with a smile, "why? The Lord is afraid I will harm her?"

The Regent's deep eyes flashed past song Ningyu, turned and strode out. The people in the whole room walked clean in an instant, even Gong Zilin.

There was silence in the bedroom. Song Ningyu sat quietly by the bed to feel the pulse for the little empress. Her pulse seemed very chaotic and weak, and her nails were black. It was clear that she was poisoned.

She coughed with some difficulty and murmured, "do you... Know brother Chunsu?"

Song Ningyu nodded and muttered, "I'm emperor Ningyu of Huangdao. I came here to investigate a case."

"Is he all right?" his majesty Xi Gu lit a flame in his eyes and stared at Song Ningyu.

Song Ningyu's fingertips trembled slightly, and she was silent for a long time. Then she said faintly, "home... The master of the family has passed away. Lao Xi's lonely majesty remembers."

The little empress seemed to have seen through life and death. She was neither happy nor sad on her face. She just looked at the top of the tent with a golden dragon on her head and murmured, "immortal death... People like him should die. He said three years ago that his little apprentice would come one day. I've been waiting for a long time."

Song Ningyu lowered her eyes and collected the silence in her heart. She had nothing to say to Chunsu. All the apologies, or thanks, or if, for Chunsu, are a kind of defilement, defiling his sincerity and true feelings, so she can only choose silence.

The little empress coughed hard, and then said, "when I saw your face, I knew you must have something to do with him."

She doesn't know what Chunsu has done here in recent years. She only knows that everything now seems to have been calculated by Chunsu. He paved one road after another for her, even after his death!

"Who are you after all?" why doesn't her name appear on the relationship spectrum?

Song Ningyu loosened her hand and put her cold hand into the quilt. Now it is spring, but her body is still covered with three layers of thick quilt. Her pale face is about excited and flushed. She smiled and said, "did you drink tofu flowers in a bowl of tofu flowers half a month ago?"

Song Ningyu stared slightly at the 15-year-old female emperor. How did she get to this step in recent years!

"You cough, you don't have to be surprised. I'm the tofu seller. He once wrote a relationship spectrum, didn't he? It's just a few words, but it's a place where we chase after the ordinary and hide."

Song Ningyu looked at the poison on the little empress and her eyes were slightly cold: "this poison..."

"Ah, the case you want to investigate must be related to the Tang clan?" she smiled bitterly, as if she was not worried that the poison on her body could not last for seven days, as if her future was still bright. She wore a shallow, gentle and soft smile.

Song Ningyu was noncommittal: "your poison... Does the Regent know?"

If she knew, how could she let her alone? Looking at them, song Ningyu suddenly thought of the female emperor Wenyuan and the king Feng statue recorded in the book!

Will she follow in Wen Yuan's footsteps? Pink skeletons and power are the most attractive things. Those false and not long-term things can destroy a person most.

She nodded, her pale lips trembled slightly, and finally pulled out a laborious smile: "I'll give him whatever he wants. Since he gave the poison, I don't understand."

Song Ningyu suddenly clasped her shoulders, looked at her seriously and said in a deep voice, "would you like to bet with me?"

The female emperor was stunned. At the age of 15, she should be as beautiful as flowers, but she was easily involved in this war after war.

"What are you betting on?" she looked at Song Ningyu puzzled, and a thin gray appeared in her eyes.

Song Ningyu tightly clasped her shoulder and leaned close to her ear and whispered, "bet on your happiness." the story between the female emperor Wenyuan and King Jingfeng had too much impact on song Ningyu. Now she can't watch her step back into her own footsteps.

If King Jing Feng understood everything at that time and looked back, wouldn't there be so many regrets if the female emperor Wenyuan didn't die? Song Ningyu knows that there are many regrets in this world, but she still wants to save some with her meager strength, even if those people are irrelevant to her!

Murong nishang coughed, lowered his eyes and said, "Your Majesty Huangdao, I can't endure for seven days. The Regent's troops are ready to go. It's only half an hour before he comes to the city. I'll give him what he wants. This is what he deserves."

Now the Regent is in power, and the tone of female emperor Xigu is completely filled with a bit of helplessness in the world. He supported her to ascend the throne at the age of eight. Now she is fifteen and seven years old, everything deep has become more and more shallow, and shallow things have become more and more deep.

Song Ningyu took a bottle out of her arms. She suddenly felt a little lucky. Fortunately, she also refined the antidote of Manduo flowers in the back mountain of the mohdi family.

"This is the antidote. This is a fake death pill. You can take the antidote together with the fake death Pill on the seventh day. Then I will come and take you away." song Ningyu poured the two pills to her. She looked at the medicine and was stunned.

"You are really like brother Chunsu." he tried his best to wake her up.

She propped herself up, sat up from the bed, looked at the two plain and light medicine in the, and murmured, "but I can't turn back, your majesty Huangdao. He killed my father and mother, and helped me as the emperor. Even if I had planned this day, I couldn't avenge my father and mother, and I can't forgive him."

The past is like the wind. Now looking back, everything is different. The good and bad are mixed together, rolled up and stirred by time. In the end, there is only a blur, which can no longer be distinguished. Where is joy, where is sadness, where is falsehood and where is truth.