Chapter 725

"Maybe I should have killed you in my last life, but now I've opened my eyes to you, but you have no need to let go." Wei Linyuan looked at his eyes, already no half feelings, his sharp eyes with the ruthless will to kill, decided to command: "kill no amnesty!"

Words fall, Xuanwu and everyone understand, hand no longer half merciful, directly toward Wei Zhan killed in the past!

Wei Zhan almost didn't respond to the stabbing pain. He just looked at Wei Linyuan and looked down at the sword that stabbed his body. At last, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell on his knees. He could only hold the sword and didn't fall down.

"Uncle Huang, you are so cruel..."

"I'm cruel?" Wei Linyuan looked at him mercilessly, just as he looked at an incompetent and growling dog who had lost his family. He said indifferently: "if I had your ruthlessness, you would have been frustrated in this world. It is the greatest kindness for me to keep you alive today."

Wei Zhan looks at Wei Linyuan. In front of him, Wei Linyuan is tall and cold, a mountain he can't cross in his life. In front of Wei Linyuan, Wei Zhan feels like a tiny ant, as if he can crush it in an instant.

Afraid of the warmth with the blood, he stabbed into his four limbs. Finally, Wei Zhan fell to the ground with a bang.

The moment he fell to the ground, Wei Zhan's mind was like reading this life in an instant. He saw Dahong's wedding dress, and under the cover that was lifted, there was Lin Chuyu who was charming and shy

He also saw his sword pierce Lin Chuyu's chest.

"Why It will be like this... "

Wei Zhan himself is also confused. This memory is both strange and familiar, which makes him unable to distinguish what is reality and what is illusion.

If you can, don't stab Lin Chuyu's chest with that sword. Now, won't this sword stab Lin Chuyu's throat?

Wei Zhan's lips moved, as if he could see the dust in front of his eyes. After being swept up by him, the tiny particles of dust floated down again, helpless.

Until Wei Zhan finally breathed out his last breath and broke it.

"The emperor is dead." Xuanwu came forward to salute.

Wei Linyuan still coldly looked at the closed door in front of him and said, "from today on, the Empress Dowager will voluntarily go to the imperial mausoleum to guard the mausoleum for the former Emperor. She will never step out of the mausoleum until she dies."

When the Empress Dowager in the room heard these words, she knew that she might not have anything.

No matter who met Wei Linyuan or Helian Zixiao, there was no more.

If she didn't abandon her naturally white haired son, would she still have hope now?

"Empress dowager, we have soup in the kitchen. Have some."

The maid came from one side, holding a soup cup with red flowers on a white background.

The Empress Dowager looked at the soup cup. She still vaguely remembered the soup cup. When she married the emperor, she used porcelain with this style and pattern.

The Empress Dowager came over, her fingers trembled, then she took the soup and asked softly, "is he OK?"

"Everything is fine, as long as the Empress Dowager is good."

The Empress Dowager did not say it clearly, but the maid also took it. They all knew what the other side was saying.

The Empress Dowager felt that her throat was a little dry and hoarse. She asked, "can I see the emperor again? The youngest son of the AI family has suffered a lot since he was born. The AI family wants to talk to him. "

"I've prepared ink for you." With that, the maid took the pen and ink from one side. In this way, she would not ask the Empress Dowager to see Wei Linyuan again.

Today's gate is the gate of life and death for the Empress Dowager. If she can't go out, she can only stay here forever.

"What about Nanjia? I haven't seen you for a long time... "

"Empress dowager, it's almost time." The maid interrupted her.

She knew that the Empress Dowager was afraid of death, but no matter how afraid she was, it was time to pay back the evil she had done for so many years.

The Empress Dowager stopped, looked at the maid, looked at the pen and ink, then looked down at the fragrant soup in her hand, and finally drank it without hesitation.

After drinking, I didn't feel anything, but I felt some fever in my stomach.

"Is he in Beiyan?"

The Empress Dowager asked as she went to the desk.

When the maid saw that she did drink all the soup, she followed and said softly, "master is everywhere."

"Everywhere..." The Empress Dowager said with a smile: "maybe he knows that I have been mourning my family for so many years..."

Before she finished speaking, the Empress Dowager felt a smell of fishy sweetness in her throat.

But she didn't spit it out, but she swallowed it again.

"For so many years..." The Empress Dowager's voice was mute, but she didn't hesitate half a minute: "I never regretted it. I threw him away. He was born with white hair and purple eyes, which is a natural omen. If AI Jia left him by his side, not only he but also AI Jia would die. Since they are all dead, why don't they throw him away? At the very least, he will survive, and so will AI's family. "When the maid heard the meaning of this, was it difficult for the Empress Dowager to make such a decision in order to protect her master's son's life?

After the master was born, the Empress Dowager lied that the prince was dead, and then the master was taken away.

Now, it's a coincidence.

"Empress dowager, here are pills. Take them first..."