Chapter 493

Nangong Xuan's health is getting worse and worse. Ji Qingxue basically has to go and have a look every day. Rong Sheng whispered: "you're just worried about working hard. You don't think about what he did before. You have to save him?"

Ji Qingxue was dispensing medicine for Nangong Xuan. She didn't stop her movements. She just said, "you've been nagging with me all afternoon, so you can't let me be quiet for a while."

Rong Sheng saw that she didn't listen to advice, but sat beside her angrily: "little master, what do you think? It's not too much for people like him to go up and mend him. Why save him."

"You think I don't want to." it's enough to make people hate one of the things Nangong Xuan used to do, but now he really can't die.

Because someone else wants to see him.

"Hmm?" the voice was very curious. He asked, "who is it?"

Ji Qingxue calculated silently in her heart: "if she is willing to come, I'm afraid she will arrive in the last two days."

After Ji Qingxue prepared the medicine, he sent it to the imperial dining room. Only Rong Sheng said loudly in the back: "little master, you haven't told me who it is?"

Nangong Yao had already sent someone to the state of Wei. Although she didn't know whether she would come, Nangong Yan and Ji Qingxue thought she should know about it.

I heard the news that Nangong Xuan's life would soon die in King Ning's residence. The whole person was going crazy.

"How can he die? How can he die like this before I avenge him?" the grudge kept repeating, he couldn't die, he couldn't.

Meng Yue behind him held his shaky body, and his eyes were full of heartache: "don't be sad, Yushang."

Grudge said fiercely: "sad? Why should I be sad, Nangong Xuan? Even if you die, you have to die in my hands."

"I've prepared a fast horse for you. Let's go back and have a look." Sima Jingxuan said to his hatred. "Now all countries have heard the news that Nangong Yan has ascended the throne as emperor, and they have also given birth to a son. You should also want to see them."

Grudge silently looked at Sima's mirror hanging. For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

Sima Jingxuan just smiled: "although the man will die soon, I hate to see him. Don't be merciful."

Just when he hesitated, Meng Yue had grabbed her hand and walked out: "I'll accompany you. Let's go and see what the beast looked like before he died. Even if he died, we can applaud beside him."

In this way, resentment and Meng Yue set foot on the road to Dayan. Sima Jing hung at the door of the palace with a thoughtful face.

Nangong Yan is the emperor of Dayan, and Qingxue... A dark look flashed in his eyes. It seems that he has to speed up his steps.

When hateful and Meng Yue arrived in Kyoto, nangongxuan vomited blood most seriously. All the blood he vomited was black and had a strong fishy smell.

Mu Qing has been standing at the gate of the palace waiting for them to arrive, because Nangong also said that if they want to come, it will be these two days according to their feet, so she specially asked them to wait for them at the gate of the palace.

"Two, please follow your subordinates."

MuQing takes them to the Phoenix Palace. When Ji Qingxue meets her last hatred again, her mood is still very complicated. After all, she is Nangong Yan's mother.

Resentment is not nonsense. He asked directly, "where is he?"

Ji Qingxue said faintly, "Mingyue hall."

As soon as the voice fell, Ji Qingxue turned and left. Ji Qingxue couldn't help asking, "are you here to kill him?"

His body was slightly stiff, and then said coldly, "it's none of your business."

Grudge and Meng Yue went out and soon met Nangong Yan, who had just been in the early Dynasty. At the moment, he was wearing a Dragon Robe, handsome eyebrows and eagle eyes, and had the authority of the emperor.

Grudge looked at her son. For a moment, she had mixed feelings. She moved her lips and called out for a long time: "Yan'er."

Nangong Yan didn't have much reaction, just gave a slight "um" sound, and then passed them by.

There was a faint loss in his regret. Meng Yue patted her on the shoulder: "one day he can understand, but you have to give him time."

Hatred shakes her head. Nangong Yan doesn't care about her recently. Just know he's doing well.

In the bright moon hall, Nangong Xuan was lying in bed, coughing violently and coughing up a lot of blood.

Hearing the footsteps of someone coming in, Nangong Xuan smiled slightly on his face. He whispered, "you're coming."

Resentment stood not far away, gnashing his teeth and said, "yes, I'm coming. I'm coming to collect debts from you."

Nangong Xuan said softly, "now I have given the throne to our son. I have nothing but this half life. If you really want revenge, take my half life."

"Do you think I dare not kill you?"

Nangong Xuan didn't know where the strength came from. He sat up from the bed. He said, "Yushang, can you come closer?"

I haven't heard him call myself like this for a long time. I was stunned for a moment.

Her resentment soon returned to her mind. She said in disgust, "Nangong Xuan, what tricks do you want to play now?"

Nangong Xuan said weakly, "what tricks can you play with you when you see me now? I, I just want to see you."

Resentment passed, and Nangong Xuan pulled off the veil on her face. The crisscross scars on it made Nangong Xuan panic.

"Why, are you satisfied with my ghost appearance?" resentment seems to laugh. "These are all thanks to you."

Nangong Xuan's thin hand touched her face. He asked softly, "does it hurt?"

Her resentment was stiff, and then she knocked off his hand: "don't cry and mouse here, fake compassion. If you had a trace of conscience, you wouldn't have done this to me."

Nangong Xuan took out a dagger from under the pillow, gave it to his hated hand, and then looked at her with a smile: "in fact, I've been waiting for you all the time. You don't always want to kill me. Now I've given my life to you."

She was holding a dagger. For a moment, her hatred was like a flood breaking the dike. She stabbed Nangong Xuan without thinking about it.

Nangong Xuan always smiled as like as two peas. He asked, "you haven't seen our grandson since you came back. He's called snow hunting. The eyebrow is as long as the childhood inflammation."

The hated hand could not help trembling: "what are you doing telling me this?"

Nangong Xuan suddenly held her hand and stabbed it with force, and the dagger completely disappeared into his heart.

The hatred in front of me began to be a little flustered: "you, what are you doing?"

Nangong Xuan said indifferently, "anyway, I don't have a few days to live. It's good to die in your hand."

Nangong xuanding looked at her and said softly, "why do I still feel beautiful looking at your face?"

Maybe only when people are dying can they find out what they really want.