I can't die!I haven't ruled the world yet!

Chapter 140 You promised me
Not to mention that Mr. Lu didn't believe it, nine out of ten people present didn't believe it.

Everyone has their own thoughts, and there are also some people who are secretly fighting each other, but no one dares to speak out like Lu.

What broke Lu's madness was the calm and calm voice of King Xi Rong Zhu, "Jin Yu obeys the will of his father."

"Concubine, be careful what you say!" After saying this, Rong Zhu reached out and grabbed Lu's arm to stop her. He looked past Rong Cen with gentle eyes and looked at Yuan Zhong with the intention of apologizing, "Concubine, I have been ill recently. "My mind is haggard, so I can't speak clearly. Please don't take it seriously. I also forgive you. We follow the emperor's order and have no intention of questioning it."

"What kind of decree do you follow? How can you count the forged imperial decree and fake imperial decree?!" Mrs. Lu snatched the jade silk frantically, read it all at a glance, her eyes turned red as she stared at the very familiar handwriting, "He He promised me to make Jin Yu the crown prince, and he also promised me to pass the throne to Jin Yu! This must not be true!"

"Rong Yunqi, it must be you! Your Majesty's penmanship has been learned 99%, and it has always been very lifelike. The handwriting on the jade silk is still not dry, and the pen is erratic. His Majesty is seriously ill and dying, so there is no way he can be so strong and powerful. . And you stayed in the palace for a whole hour, just writing on the fly, right?"

"Yes."

Faced with Mr. Lu's question, Rong Cen answered simply.

This testament was indeed written by her. The content was dictated by the father.

"Sure enough! So... I'm afraid it can't be true!"

"Concubine, don't be rude." King Xi on one side pulled Lu and tried to dissuade her again.

But it made Mrs. Lu even more crazy, "Childish and naive! You and I are almost dying, why do you care if he is rude or not?"

"This throne is supposed to be yours, Jin Yu! In the past, you didn't fight for it, and I didn't force you. But now, do you still want to stay out of it? Do you think that by giving up the throne, you can protect yourself and escape? "

"Rong Jinyu, listen: that position is yours! No one can take it from you! Even if it's something you don't want, it's not anyone else's turn to take it!"

Rong Zhu said calmly: "Mother and concubine are confused. Since ancient times, you have been a direct descendant. You are not following the etiquette."

"Is it supposed to be this way since ancient times? Etiquette? What is the etiquette system?" Madam Lu waved her sleeves and threw it to the empress in front of her who was as transparent as a piece of wood and didn't speak at all. She laughed angrily: "A poisonous queen , Your Majesty never dares to abandon it, is this in line with etiquette?”

"Because of the etiquette system, I have always been inferior to others. Who doesn't want to be married in an eight-carriage sedan chair? Tortured by this so-called etiquette system, I have been a concubine for seventeen years. Now, even my royal son Do you want to ask for the so-called etiquette and not get it? "

Following Lu's fierce rhetorical question, Rong Cen floated to the front of the crowd and stood beside Rong Cen in the scene. Only then could he fully see Lu's face.

Really beautiful.

A beauty is also a beauty even when she goes crazy, and the crazier she becomes, the more beautiful she becomes.

The Lu family was the palace that Nian Fang participated in the draft at the age of fifteen. She was thirty years old that year. After taking office, she worked hard for many years and finally took over the imperial power. He fell in love with her at first sight and naturally doted on her.

Lu was named a noble concubine as soon as she entered the palace. This honor was unprecedented and unprecedented. She could be said to have "three thousand beauties in the harem, and three thousand people pampered her".

If there was not already a queen at that time, and it would be inconvenient for her to dethrone the old ministers, Lu would have become the second queen. It was precisely because the late emperor felt that he owed her something due to his position, so even if Mrs. Lu wanted the moon in the sky, the emperor would definitely pick it for her with his own hands.

After making a fuss to vent her emotions, the old scars that Lu had uncovered with her own hands seemed to have healed on their own. Seeing that she had regained her senses, she turned to Yuan Zhong with a calm face: "I want to see Your Majesty one last time."

After saying that, she straightened her clothes and restrained her face. Her beautiful and charming face had three parts of her face that I felt pity for, three parts of being soft and innocent, and four parts of just the right amount of elegance. Her eyes were filled with tears that were about to fall.

Yuan Zhong came out not only to read out the will, but also to invite the imperial concubine in. What His Majesty wanted to see most before his death was Mrs. Lu. His Majesty hoped that she would see him on his last journey. "His Majesty has ordered that the Emperor's concubine be summoned to meet the emperor."

The palace door creaked again, and swaying figures stepped in, opening and closing.

"Jiajia, you're here." Rong Jing breathed heavily and called out the small words he had chosen for her.

Mrs. Lu walked to Long's bedside, held hands with him, and quietly recounted the memories of the seventeen years since they met and fell in love. Time flies like an arrow, and the years are mottled, and half a life passes in a blink of an eye.

When a person is about to die, his five senses gradually disappear. Rong Jing could no longer see the face of his beloved woman clearly, and could only guess in his heart, what would her expression be like at this moment?

He was much older than her, and she must have been extremely frightened to see him dying of old age. She couldn't bear to let him go, so she would probably cry, right?
It's a pity that the imperial concubine is not here to rekindle old friendship with him.

After preparing for a long time, Mr. Lu suddenly asked the question that had been lingering in his mind since the announcement of the decree.

"Your Majesty, why did you suddenly pass the throne to King Yi?"

There was silence in the hall for a moment.

"Jin Yu has a gentle personality and is not good at being an emperor."

Rong Jing also struggled in his heart and wavered between left and right, but he still chose Rong Cen resolutely.

"Is King Yi good at it? Now you say that Jin Yu is gentle and kind, but just now you said that about King Yi in your decree."

Mrs. Lu's tears rolled down instantly, her heart felt like being stabbed by countless thorns. She recited word for word the evaluation of Rong Cen in her will: "Rong Cen, whose name is Yunqi, is kind-hearted and loyal."

Rong Jing paused, his expression condensed for a moment, and then he remembered Rong Cen's true life experience. She was no one else, she was also their child. Thinking of this, Rong Jing smiled happily: "That's right, Jiayi..."

But he was interrupted by Mr. Lu: "Your Majesty clearly promised me that the throne will only belong to Jin Yu. You promised me!"

Mrs. Lu couldn't listen to what Rong Jing said. Nothing was as dramatic as the betrayal of her beloved. Young and ignorant love cannot withstand the ravages of time.

Rong Jing was named Rong Cen. Once he passed away, how would she and Jin Yu live as powerless orphans and widowers?
If parents love deeply, their plans will be far-reaching.

He didn't think about Jin Yu at all, he was a father in vain!

Madam Lu let go of the two people's hands, "Your Majesty, haven't you seen Jin Yu? Don't you have anything to say to Jin Yu? Didn't your Majesty leave any edicts to me and Jin Yu? Is your majesty really going to ignore me and Jin Yu?" Will Jin and Yu pass on the throne to others if they live or die?"

After four questions in a row, Mr. Lu became more and more excited, sad and angry, and could not control his emotions.

Rong Jing raised his hand, but when she brushed it away, his face turned cold.

"I wanted to touch your hair, but I only touched the cold pearls on your head."

"My beloved concubine and I have known each other for seventeen years, but I don't know when did you start to become so unrecognizable?"

(End of this chapter)