Chapter 2222: not regret

For some reason, when he heard the last sentence, Nan Yan's eyes burst into tears.
She suffered all the hardships in the Si family since she was a child.
Since childhood, apart from cherishing her grandmother, no one else taught her the principles of life, and no one had said these things to her.
But now, just such a sentence made her tears well.
She choked and said softly: "Concubine understands."
"..."
Xu Miaoyin smiled silently at her.
Hand, slipped from her hand.
"Queen Empress!"
Nan Yan was anxious and shouted loudly, trying to reach out to grab her hand, but it was too late.
As soon as he heard her shout, Zhu Feng also hurriedly turned around, walked a few steps to the bed, and watched Xu Miaoyin collapse there. The light in his eyes had completely dissipated, although he was still barely open, but who, I can't see it anymore.
"Emperor! Queen!"
He walked over, picked up her soft body, and shouted loudly.
Zhu Chengxuan also rushed over, crying and knelt down beside the bed.
However, it is too late.
The calls and tears in the world are nothing but warmth and entanglement on the road of the deceased's departure, but they can't stop her from leaving.
When Xu Miaoyin exhaled his last breath, the corner of his mouth was still smiling.
In this life, she has too many regrets and sufferings.
But do not regret it.
When you leave, you can have your lover and relatives around you, treat her with tenderness and not let her stay. This is also the last moment of life, the greatest happiness.
She closed her eyes peacefully.
In the autumn of the sixth year of Changping, the queen Xu Miaoyin passed away, and the posthumous name was Queen Ren Xiaowen, and the whole country mourned.


Nan Yan woke up from his drowsiness and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was some strange curtains and delicate roofs.
In the air, a little cold fragrance filled the air.
She was confused for a while, trying to call someone, but she didn't have much strength, even if she opened her mouth, she could only make a sound of exhalation.
Fortunately, someone in the room walked over immediately.
"Manny!"
It's Ran Xiaoyu.
She was wearing a plain suit, with a white flower on her sideburns, because her face was still pale, she looked a little haggard and pretty.
She looked down at Nan Yan worriedly: "Niangniang, what do you think?"
"..."
Nan Yan looked at her, only blinked, but could not speak.
Ran Xiaoyu immediately understood, helped her sit up, put a soft cushion behind her for her to lean on, and took a bowl of porridge and a few dishes from the tray next to her.
"The mother has slept for so long, she must have no strength."
"..."
"Eat something first to have strength."
Nan Yan drank two mouthfuls of porridge in her hand, barely alive, and said, "What's the matter?"
Ran Xiaoyu whispered while blowing the porridge in the spoon: "The empress fainted in the mourning hall of Queen Daxing."
"what……"
Nan Yan thought for a while before remembering.
When the queen passed away, the members of the Ministry of Rites immediately performed the funeral. The mourning attire of the hundreds of civil and military officials in Beijing and the officials who were selected to act were all in decline. As the head of the concubines, she naturally leads the concubines in the harem to the several feast halls to serve the spirits.
Later, she couldn't remember.
It turned out to be fainted.
She frowned and said in a deep voice: "This palace is really useless."
Ran Xiaoyu said: "The empress has just given birth to the prince. She was originally weak, and she has to lead the concubines to salute. How can her body stand it?"
Nan Yan looked up at her: "Where is the emperor? You're not angry, right?"
Ran Xiaoyu shook her head and brought a spoonful of porridge water to her mouth, saying: "Of course the emperor is angry."