Chapter 224:

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Howling, escaping, begging, refusing, struggling, crying, gasping...
She was motionless, blinking, silent as persistent, after reading all that.
After half an hour, everything went to silence.
The second tray was placed gently in front of her.
"Ma'am, please change into clothes after using the power to disperse." Jin Yuwei whispered, "Your Majesty is waiting for you at Ning'an Palace."
In silence, Mrs. Feng stood up and walked towards the place where Feng Hao was lying.
The indulgent, domineering child who was so spoiled by her worldly lawlessness and lawlessness could never make her own voice in this world.
Mrs. Feng knelt on the cold iron surface and held the child's body in her arms for the last time.
She caressed Feng Hao's icy face carefully, and wiped off the dust that he had struggled with.
Under the oil lamp, Feng Hao's ruddy complexion was only as pale as the moonlight. I didn't know where there was a gust of wind, sobbing in the dark iron walls of the four walls.
Feng Hao opened his eyes with a dying breath.
He looked at Mrs. Feng a bit strangely, like looking at a distant person, mourning for a long while, struggling to take Mrs. Feng's hand and touching his belly.
The voice is soft and light like the spider silk about to break in the winter wind.
"Mother...I'm so painful..."
The hand was scratching weakly in mid-air, and wanted the relatives around to experience the pain of rotting through the stomach, just like it was from small to large, many times.
However, the weak hand, which had just taken Mrs. Feng's finger, stopped suddenly, and then fell silently.
He lay down, his eyes wide open, and the light in his eyes scattered.
There was a faint breath in the air in the air, and wandering in the night's weeping desolately.
Before he died, he cried with pain. For the last time in his life, he wanted to hold the hand of a loved one, unwilling to think about the truth behind the death.
He just wanted to bring warmth to the road, as in this short life, the mother always gave him everything.
In this life, he lived capriciously and selfishly, just because his destiny was already destined to lose.
Mrs. Feng's hand also froze in the air.
She stared at the eyes that were still closed for a long time, and did not reach out to touch his eyelids.
Son... Let you look at me, keep looking at me.
Since the day you adopted you, I have sworn to you that your short life, I will only make you hurt once... just this time.
In this case, I used sixteen years of spoiling to compensate you, but I know that nothing can be compensated, and nothing is more important than life.
Haoer.
Look at me clearly.
This is the most ruthless mother in the world, the most shameless relatives, the most ruthless woman, she spent 16 years waiting for you to die.
The sky on the wall turned the length of a finger again.
The chemical work spread into the abdomen and the dress went up.
After standing up, Mrs. Feng never looked back at Feng Hao. The two golden feather guards dragged the body in yellow silk and dragged it out. This was to be handed over to His Majesty for personal examination.
When Jin Yuwei came to urge again, Mrs. Feng stood up calmly. When she stepped out of the stairs, everyone felt a bright light.
Like red maple covered with snow, Wan Qingbibo froze the ice, the woman's dark black eyebrows were gloomy and bright, so that the sunlight also retreated.
The charming and sad woman has her own shocking beauty.
Mrs. Feng just looked straight, straightened her back, and walked slowly towards the direction of Ning'an Palace. Her pace was steady and she was not slow.
A long skirt dragged behind him, and a white feather flew across the white marble floor like a mirror.
The wind raised her hair, and a dark black background suddenly flew out of the white snow, followed by Jin Yuwei, looked at each other.
They remember that when Mrs. Feng first entered the prison, she still had a piece of blue silk. When did the black hair make snow under the blue silk?
The woman in front of her kept her head up and walked calmly. She crossed the corridor and walked through the garden to get into the palace...the shoulders were thin and her back was straight.
No one saw her look like snow, a smile on her lips.
Zhiwei, you should have avoided a safe place under their protection?
Or you did not avoid it. With your temperament, it is very likely that you are on the way back to Beijing, but Nanhai and Dijing are separated from each other. When you arrive, everything is settled.
It doesn't matter if you come back, the mother will arrange the future for you, and you will never have the best crisis in this life.
Many years ago, the person I loved told me that there should be a beginning and an end to doing what is best.
Zhiwei.
But hope you can do the same.
Chongqin Palace, Jiuqu Huatang.
The long skirt dragged the dragons and phoenix's carved fence Yuchi, and turned into the gloomy palace deep in the sunlight.
In the depths of the shadow, someone stood up slightly anxiously.
Mrs. Feng stood still and raised her face slightly, revealing a quiet and sad smile.
Such a smile, in the eyes of Emperor Tiansheng, seemed to see a flower quietly opening on the cliff, and it was soft and soft on the hard background.
"Mingying..." He stretched out his hand with a bit of emotion and called softly.
Mrs. Feng looked at him steadily, and did not worship, but stepped forward with a smile.
Emperor Tiansheng took her hands and stroked the pale hands carefully. The hands were not delicate and soft, and there were some thin cocoons. He knew that these cocoons were born from sword training martial arts 20 years ago. , Also caused by hard work in the past decade.
With a bit of complicated pity, he clenched her hand and said: "Mingying, after all, you are also a deceiver, and you are doing great things in the state. I can't bear to kill you, but such a sin of great rebellion, don't give I can't explain it... There is a palace on the side of the harem that is not in use. It is very close to the Hao Yunxuan in the office, and it is very secret... You are well there, and it is just not to come out in the future."
Mrs. Feng lowered her eyes and obediently listened to the arrangements he cared about, her face slightly bent, and she couldn't see the sneering smile in her mouth.
This is a royal secret case that no one knows. To whom to live, to whom to die, who needs to be accounted for?