Daughter of Hou's Mansion

Mr. Bai's words didn't make the old prince get out of his complicated emotions. Perhaps this man was about to die, and even his temperament began to become sentimental. The deeds of his life slipped through his mind, but he was the most impressive The most important thing is always Tuogu, who was the eldest son blood-stained on the battlefield before his death, and the baby who looked like the eldest son in the swaddling clothes for the first time.

Seeing the old prince like this, Mr. Bai said, "My lord, why don't you let your son come back?"

"Nonsense!" The old prince immediately pulled out of the memories when he heard this, and his cloudy eyes suddenly became serious, "It's not that you don't know the current situation in Beijing. He is the safest in the northwest. You are not allowed to tell him about my situation."

"But..." Mr. Bai looked a little hesitant. How could Shizi not know about the situation in Beijing now? Even if he didn't tell Shizi, Shizi would know.

"No, but." The voice of the old prince raised a little, because he was agitated and couldn't breathe for a while.

Manager Bai didn't dare to say anything more, and responded again and again: "This subordinate knows, this subordinate knows."

There was a knock on the door, and Mr. Bai went out to deal with it after he settled the old prince.

After the hidden guard whispered in his ear for a while, Director Bai's expression changed a few times, and he said with tears in the corner of his eyes after a while: "That's fine, although the old prince said he was heartless, but he was determined in his heart." I want to see my son."

Mr. Bai also knew in his heart that the old prince might not be able to get over this hurdle, and what he couldn't forget most in his heart was his son, and the fact that his son could come to see him was the fulfillment of the old prince's last wish.

In the room, the old prince fell asleep again, and now his energy is not as good as before. Most of the twelve hours a day is drowsy, half asleep and half awake.

Even though Shangguan Jue was mentally prepared, when he saw the skinny old man on the bed, his expression suddenly became ugly.Murong Yurui who was behind him also sighed silently when he saw this, the old prince's appearance may really be numbered.

Shangguan Jue's lips were pursed tightly, and the hands hanging on both sides were even more tightly clenched, his fingers almost pinched into the palm of his hand. He tried his best to restrain his emotions, but the tight body showed his Inner restlessness.

His eyes stared at the old prince without blinking, perhaps because the gaze was too hot and sharp, the sleepy old prince suddenly opened his eyes.

The tall figure standing by the bed made the old prince stunned. He thought he was in a dream, and tried to reach out to touch the figure, but when his fingers hadn't touched Shangguan Jue's sleeve, , He withdrew his hand again, he was afraid that if he touched it, the dream would wake up.God still treats him kindly, allowing him to take another look at his grandson before he dies, and he wants to imprint this appearance in his heart.

The action of the old prince made Shangguan Jue's body tremble, blood was already pinched out of his palm.

Manager Bai even burst into tears, stepped forward and said: "My lord, you are not dreaming, you are the real son, and the son is back to see you."

The old prince turned his head to look at Mr. Bai, as if he had suddenly woken up from a dream. When his gaze moved to Shangguan Jue again, it suddenly became sharper. He struggled to get up from the bed, and said in a deep voice. He said: "Who told you to come back? Don't you know that the Marshal of the Northwest Army is not allowed to enter Beijing without the emperor's decree?"

The tone was the same as when the old prince taught Shangguanjue a lesson, harsh and cold.

Director Bai was worried that the grandparents and grandsons would quarrel like they did in the past, and the old prince who came to Beijing couldn't stand the slightest irritation.

"My lord, don't be like this. Don't you always think about the son, now that the son is back, you should talk carefully." Mr. Bai persuaded.

The old prince waved his hand and said, "Go, go now, I don't want to see you."

Mr. Bai was about to die of anxiety because of the old prince's stubbornness. When he looked at Shangguan Jue again, he saw that he was about to face a storm. I've always been thinking about you in my heart, so you can't be angry with him."

"Uncle Bai, stop talking." It took a while for Shangguan Jue to utter a few words between his teeth.

Manager Bai was stunned for a moment, Murong Yurou stepped forward and pulled Manager Bai up, forcefully pulling him to the outside room. At this time, he still left space for the two of them, and Shangguan was definitely not ignorant.

After Murong Yurou and Director Bai went out, the room suddenly fell silent, and the most clear sound was the panting sound of the old prince. He was only wearing a white undershirt, and his chest heaved violently. Then, the ribs are clearly visible.

Shangguanjue stared straight at him, opened his mouth and said: "Aren't you very powerful, aren't you the God of War in Daxia? How did you get yourself to this point?"

His tone was still extremely stiff. If it was normal, the old prince would be angry when he saw his manner of speaking, but at this time he had no strength to be angry. He closed his eyes forcefully. After a lifetime, it's hard to be angry with him when he dies.

When he opened his eyes again, the sharpness in the old prince's eyes disappeared, he let out a long sigh, and even his tone softened: "Didn't I tell you not to go back to Beijing? You just like to fight against me so much. .”

Shangguan never spoke, looked at him for a long time, then asked hoarsely: "Is it him?"

The old prince knew what the Shangguan was talking about, and he shook his head and said, "I'm already so old, it's only right for Hades to take my life back."

After saying this, the old prince suddenly coughed again, Shangguanjue's complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly stepped forward to support the old prince, but blood still gushed out from his mouth, staining the white skirt of his clothes red.

Shangguan Jue suddenly felt flustered, and shouted: "Senior brother!"

However, the old prince stretched out his hand to hold Shangguan Jue's hand, and said weakly, "You must be well, live well..." As he spoke, blood gushed out continuously.

Shangguanjue stretched out his hand to wipe it off, but the sticky blood couldn't be wiped off anyway, his hand shook uncontrollably, and almost angrily shouted at the old prince: "Don't say it, don't say it."

Over there, Murong Yurui and Director Bai ran in when they heard the movement, and their faces changed when they saw this posture.

"Senior brother—" Shangguan Jue's tone was extremely flustered.

Murong Yulai hurried forward, took out a pill from his purse and stuffed it into the old prince's mouth, pressed his palm on his chest to infuse true energy, after a while the blood gradually stopped, at this time the bedding Shangguan Jue's teeth were clenched tightly, and his chest felt like countless needle-pricked pains. He thought he hated him, but only at this time did he realize that he was in his own hands. position in mind.

Murong Yuradi's face was very solemn, although the blood had stopped temporarily, but the old prince's body was already at the end of his battle, if he guessed correctly, it would only take one or two hours.

Seeing him like this, Shangguan Jue couldn't understand why, a bloody smell gradually filled his mouth, it was because his teeth were biting too hard, and his gums were bleeding.

Director Bai repeatedly said: "I'll go to the imperial physician, I'll go to the imperial physician right away."

Murong Yufang said in a deep voice, "Don't go."

Boss Bai's body shook, but then tears fell, and he tremblingly took out new clothes from the closet.

"Let me do it!" Shangguan Jue stepped forward to pick it up and changed his clothes. The relationship between them has never been so close. In the past 20 years, there are only endless quarrels in memory, and he has never even served him. Drink a glass of water.

The old prince's face was pale, his hands were cold due to blood loss, Shangguan Jue stretched out his hand to hold his hand, pouring in a steady stream of true energy.Only then did the old prince come to his senses, and seeing Shangguan Jue supporting him with one hand, with a solemn expression on his face, he couldn't help but shook his head: "It's useless, and you don't need to waste your internal energy."

Shangguanjue's face changed, but he still did not give up on the input, until the old prince's complexion improved slightly and his own face turned pale, Murong Yurou stopped him from self-harming.Even if he exhausted his inner strength, it was useless.

Murong Yurou tapped Shangguanjue's acupuncture points, Shangguanjue's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he roared hoarsely: "Let me go, let me go."

The old prince was heartbroken, he never knew that this grandson who always disobeyed him cared so much about his life and death, he tried his best to raise his hand to wake him up, but before that hand touched Shangguan Jue's face, It fell powerlessly.

At this time, Shangguanjue suddenly came back to his senses, staring at the old prince with blood-red eyes, "You are not allowed to die, you have never fulfilled the responsibility of being a grandfather, why do you have the face to go down to see my father?" mother."

"Jue'er, people are always... dying. After I die... you will go back to the northwest. You are not allowed to stay...in Shangjing, and you are not allowed to stay in the funeral..." The old prince's voice was weak, and his face had already appeared. Lost in despair.

Murong Yurui shook his head, Director Bai had already knelt down on the ground.

Shangguanjue froze, took off the old prince's bloody clothes in a numb manner, and put on clean clothes, only a handful of bones remained in his strong body, Shangguanjue's tears dripped down little by little, the old prince's eyes were fixed Locking up Shangguan Jue, at the last moment of his life, he was willing to cry for Jue'er by his side, so what could he not be satisfied with?

The lingering gaze gradually dimmed, and when the hand resting on Shangguan Jue's arms gradually slipped, the God of War in the Great Xia Dynasty, Prince Qin, who had gone through three dynasties, swallowed his last breath.

There was a smile on the corner of his lips, Shangguanjue had never seen such a gentle smile before, as if something had severely torn his heart, Shangguanjue lowered his head, sobbing uncontrollably.

ps: This chapter has been written for a long time, and I have been entangled for a long time. The old prince is still dead, and I feel very uncomfortable for Shangguan.