Chapter 624:

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Her face was pale, her face was full of tears, her hair was messy and sticky on her face, her eyes were sorrowful between her hair, her eyes were full of endless prayers and hopes.
Pray that the news I heard just now is a dream, a nightmare.
Feng Zhiwei closed his eyes.
It was her negligence that she should take care of the blockade of the people in the government. Jiarong could not leave the house and could hide it for a long time. However, the news that the king of Shunyi has spread all over Dijing, even if she lied to her, as long as she went out to inquire, You will know the truth immediately.
Rather than let her go out to ask about an accident outside the house, it is better to be here, hack off the high-hanging knife.
"Yes." She pressed her hand to her heart and leaned on the desk case, saying, "Helian, it's gone."
Jiarong also grasped her flap and kept staring at her in that posture. She seemed to fail to understand the words, and it seemed that she was suddenly deaf and speechless. She was so stiff. The hope and hope in her eyes, but Gradually changed to endless darkness and despair.
It was also a black with death, like the black tide rising from the polar sea, where the life passed through, the creatures were charcoaled.
After a long while she let go of her hand and slowly raised her palm, as if she wanted to slap Feng Zhiwei, so angry that she was talking nonsense, but when the hand was just raised, she rolled her eyes and fell to the side softly.
She fainted.
Feng Zhiwei leaned on the table, leaning her head and closing her eyes. The moonlight slanted on her side, and her face was whiter than the moonlight.
Zong Chen silently picked up Jiarong, put her pulse on the bed, and said for a long time: "Anxious pain, no problem."
Suddenly hey again, the hand that was about to be released was picked up again, and after a while: "She's the pulse..."
What he was about to say, Jiarong in bed suddenly turned over.
Her posture is a little weird-lying sideways, her arms straight, she doesn't seem to be sleeping at first, but rather is doing a ritual.
This strange posture suddenly attracted the eyes of the two.
Then Feng Zhiwei and Zong Chen heard Jiarong start talking.
The first was a weird syllable, which seemed to be a special language. Then she stopped and changed to Mandarin.
"People of the setting sun, the darling of the dynasty, when the world is over, the world is covered, and when the world is over, the emperor is heir..."
This sentence was repeated three times, and then a few sentences were changed, one of which was, "Fake husband's destiny, blood runs out of grass..."
Feng Zhi listened slightly, his face changed.
Fake husband... Jiarong and Helian Zheng used to be married in Da Yue and became a married couple, but is it not a fake husband?
And the latter sentence, is it not the end of Helian?
Did Jiarong's dreams come out with emotion, or...have long been foreseen, but he didn't know?
Suddenly, there was a passage in my heart.
"Sunset women have the natural ability to predict, and can foresee the future related to themselves or relatives and friends, as if they are spoiled by the gods and they will see the future."
In the twelve years of Changxi, Ning Yi's concubine Ning Yi once said that.
His mother concubine, the legendary princess of the sunset clan, fell from the sky under the snow and pine trees and sang songs that no one could understand.
Are the strange syllables that no one can understand, the ones that Jiarong said first?
"The descendants of the setting sun, after the dynasty, the world will overwhelm the world, and the world will overwhelm the heir..."
Ning Yi is a descendant of the sunset.
Although Feng Zhiwei did not understand the last sentence, at least, the meaning of the first three sentences is still very clear.
The most crucial sentence-to win the world, it will overwhelm the world.
Feng Zhiwei held the table case in his hand, his palm was cold, and he seemed to see the face of Destiny Tieqing in an instant, and he approached with a blank expression.
At the moment she suddenly understood a lot.
Understand why Ning Yi has never been favored, why he has been more suppressed after showing his talents, and why his talents are obviously superior to the brothers, but he has never been able to become a prince.
The old emperor is old and powerless, watching him gradually master the dynasty, but still keeping the most important position not to give, just because of the phrase "get the world, overwrite the world."
He was afraid that the throne would be handed over to Ning Yi and be killed. He was afraid that Ning Yi would win the world and overthrow the world. He was afraid of being threatened by this son and losing everything.
She also understands why Ning Yi is determined to win the throne, but never willing to act rashly and give up at many times when there is a chance. That is because he knows that he is not the son of the father and emperor’s trust, and he may be in ubiquitous vigilance at all times. Under precaution, he must be more cautious than anyone else.
He worked hard to find Jiarong, just for the identity of her descendants of the setting sun, and to find this prophecy deeply hidden by the emperor.
Knowing the prophecy, Jiarong was naturally useless to him, and he could not bring him around to invite doubt.
Feng Zhiwei figured out these joints, but her face became more and more white. At this moment, she touched the emperor’s hidden secrets, but she still did not want to understand-her son had withered away. If Li Ningyi could not be established, that day What is Shengdi waiting for?
The chaotic mystery passed through her heart, she breathed deeply, and a decisive thought floated in her heart.
Zong Chen did not understand what Jiarong said behind him. He was not very aware of the strangeness of the sunset. He asked: "All members of Blood Buddhism have already conquered. Will they be sent immediately to 100,000 Dashan to contact Hua Qiong?"
"Yes." Feng Zhiwei's raised jaw was star-shaped, thin and lonely, "I have to go too, Helian... I'm sorry, Feng Zhiwei, as his concubine, will be easily remembered by the emperor , Wei Zhi, it's not enough for the time being. But before I leave, I have to do two things as Wei Zhi."
She turned around and looked lonely.
Put up like a knife: "Repost! Kill!"
At the end of the eighteenth year of Changxi, it looks like a very ordinary year-end. Ordinary people prepare ordinary meals, and ordinary officials are busy with ordinary official duties. Everything seems to be no different.
However, on the calm earth, there was a dark wave, like black poisonous blood, silently injected into the meridian of the dynasty.
December, Shanbei.
The boss of a shop instructed the buddies to take down the plaque hanging on the door for more than ten years. The boss with a rich face like a rich man took the plaque and blew the ash above with a little pity.