Chapter 1052

It was getting colder and colder at night. It was February and March, but suddenly there were snowflakes and sleet.

Pingzhao palace, in the side hall.

Liu chanshuang is still kneeling in front of the hall. She has already collapsed, haggard, drooping her head, and her eyes are covered with blood.

She seems to be very dull spirit, but who move her, she is like a bird in shock, how to persuade are advised not to listen.

Wu Chuang Chen Xuan discussed with the Minister of the imperial court the date and process of Wu Chuang Nan Zhao's funeral, and rushed to the Lingtang.

As soon as I entered the side hall, I saw Liu chanshuang kneeling in front of the coffin with a dim oil lamp in her arms.

"Mother, my son's minister heard that you haven't rested all the time. Go to sleep?"

Liu chanshuang turned her head and looked at Wu Zhuangchen Xuan's face: "xuan'er, your father can't come back, right?"

"Empress..."

"He can't come back. What does the AI family do in this world? How can you survive the rest of your life? "

There is a saying that "there is no greater sorrow than death of heart". This is the case with Liu chanshuang. The light in her heart is out, and the rest of her life is dark.

Wu Zhuang Chen Xuan immediately worried, a hug Liu Chan Frost: "mother, you don't say stupid words, you still have children, there are Chen Mei and Chen Di ah, you must not think too hard."

Liu Chan frost then astringed the Mou son not to utter a word, just looking at the Acacia lamp in the hand, tears "Shua" rolled out.

Tears fell on the wick, issued a "Chi" sound, the wick trembled, almost out, she rushed to protect.

The trembling look made Wu Chuang Chen Xuan feel sad.

Holding Liu chanshuang's face, he pulled up his sleeve and gently wiped the tears from her face and picked her up.

"Mother, you should not despair even if your father leaves? You still have us. When the children's ministers unify Yanhuang, they will take you to visit the mountains and rivers, to the places that my father wanted to go, but never visited. How about seeing the scenery of the world for him

Liu chanshuang's nose was sour, and she was sad.

After entering the bedroom hall, Wu Chuang Chen Xuan put Liu Chan frost on the bed, then squatted down again, holding her hand and persuading her.

"Mother, promise me not to do stupid things, OK? You used to be the head of the Qin clan and a general. "

Liu Chan frost did not make a sound, only tears along the canthus of the eyes, non-stop flow.

Wu Chuang Chen Xuan wants to put the lamp in her arms on the side of Fang Ji. She won't let her touch it.

For a long time, Liu Chan frost just slowly vomited a breath, way: "Xuan son, you go down, sorrow home good sleep."

"Well, my son is here with my mother."

"No, go and arrange your father's funeral. He must be as magnificent as he is in the world."

"Mother and empress can rest assured that her children's ministers will set up a monument for her father and write about his merits, so that future generations can know his great achievements."

Liu Chan frost raised hand, let Wu Zhuang Chen Xuan back down.

Wu Chuang Chen Xuan was not at ease, so he let a Xiang and a Mei guard outside the gate. If there was any trouble, he could save people.

Where can Liu chanshuang sleep? After Wu zhuangchenxuan left, she sat up and held the Acacia lamp to tell her heart.

"Ah Zhao, did you really leave me like this? You once said that you would accompany me all my life, but this life is so short. I miss you. I really miss you. I close my eyes and feel that you are by my side. Even if you lie in the coffin, I feel that you are still alive. You are looking at me and the children somewhere in the world, right? "

Liu chanshuang talks a lot. She is looking forward to a miracle. She hopes that the Acacia lamp can really bring back the soul of Wu Zhuang Nanzhao.

But no, she said hoarse, and the light didn't respond.

The porch place of a Xiang couldn't see down, picked a hand to decide, far away a strong wind hit on Liu Chan Frost's sleeping acupoint.

As soon as she tilted her head, she fell on the bed. Ah Fu stepped forward with an arrow, held the Acacia lamp and carefully placed it on the head of the bed.

He looked at it, felt uneasy, and moved to the candlestick.

……

Wu Chuang Chen Xuan looked in front of the hall for a long time, but he couldn't help opening the heavy coffin. He also didn't believe that Wu Chuang Nan Zhao was dead.

And when the coffin was opened and he saw the peaceful and compassionate face inside, the lighthouse in his heart collapsed.

"Father, father..."

In this box, Ah Xiang heard Wu Chuang Chen Xuan's cry of grief and indignation, and rushed to see him open the coffin.

A Xiang also couldn't help looking at Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao. He was still handsome and unusual. He was wearing armor and seemed to be asleep.

But he also just saw Su Yin stick the spirit Fu under the coffin, the spirit power is still flashing.

So he helped Wu Zhuangchen Xuan to one side, then he covered the coffin again, and knelt down in front of him and kowtowed a few heads.

Wu Chuang Chen Xuan, however, turned and went out in a murderous way.

"Where are you going, emperor?" he asked

"Tianlong, I'm going to kill that vicious thing!"

“……”

Ah hung hesitated and followed the past.

Weiyang's poisoning is not a temporary anger. She must have thought carefully about poisoning the little princess on her birthday.

But was she alone, or was she complicit?

Now it's the middle of the night. It's dark on this side of the dungeon. With rain and snow, it's even more gloomy.

When he got to the front of the heaven prison, Wu Zhuangchen Xuan raised his hand and raised it back: "ghost, you can wait outside for a while."

Ah Xuan hesitated: "emperor, don't be impulsive during the national funeral."

"I understand!"

After Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao died, he had to do some forgiveness to pray for blessings, so a Xiang reminded Wu Zhuang Chen Xuan not to be impulsive.

The king of a country is on the cusp of the storm. If he kills his own aunt at this juncture, he will inevitably fall into the trap.

Wu Chuang Chen Xuan buried his head and went into the dungeon. It was empty and only Wei Yang was held.

There are thick quilts in the cell, which is not to treat her badly.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, Wei Yang raised his head and glanced at him, and said: "Yo, xuan'er, is this going to let my aunt go out?"

Wu zhuangchenxuan went to the prison and looked at Weiyang with no expression: "when you lived in Huarong palace before, your speech was not so old-fashioned. Why, after living in a cell for a few days, do you think you've grown up? "

"Well, you've imprisoned me here for nothing. Can't I complain?"

"It looks like you don't know you're wrong yet?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"Isn't it you who poisoned your father?"

Seeing Wei Yang's fearless face, Wu Chuang Chen Xuan's anger was so fierce that he wanted to crush her throat bone and let her blood splash on the spot.

Weiyang stood up and looked at Wu zhuangchenxuan with his hand: "do you want to kill me, so you want to add to the crime?"

"Don't you admit it?" Wu Chuang Chen Xuan put his hand into the prison, grabbed Weiyang, and dragged her to the front, "my father died, are you very happy?"

Weiyang was stunned: "is brother Huang dead?"

"You dare to pretend, you dare to pretend!" Wu Chuang Chen Xuan is furious. He grabs Wei Yang's collar and wants to hang her.

Weiyang was calm. He patted Wu zhuangchenxuan's hand and said coldly, "you'd better not be impulsive. If your brother really dies, you can't kill me during the national funeral."

"Indeed, I will not kill you, but I can isolate you from the world forever."

Wu Zhuang Chen Xuan turned around and left the dungeon. He said to Ah Xiang standing outside, "cut off her tendons and send her to Tianyue temple. I will never leave."

Ah Xuan was stunned and arched his hand: "yes!"