Love the concubine

Chapter 399 The Bride Is Lame
When Ling Wuying saw the emperor, the emperor was no different from a dead person, he could only see the faint aura, which proved that he was not dead yet, and he still held his breath without swallowing.

The queen was standing by the side of the dragon couch at this time, and when she saw Ling Wuying approaching, she whispered in the emperor's ear, "Your Majesty, Ying'er is here, would you like to open your eyes and see?"

It seemed that the queen's words had an effect. The emperor's eyelids actually moved, but he couldn't open them after struggling a few times.

Ling Wuying stood aside without any expression, and did not go forward to call "father emperor", but the emperor knew that he was by his side!

It went on like this for a while, and the emperor's fingers moved again. When the queen saw this scene, something flashed in her eyes, and then she looked back at Ling Wuying.

"Your royal father can persevere until now, he must be waiting to see you, come here and have a good conversation with your royal father, maybe your royal father can survive this test!"

After finishing speaking, the queen wiped her tears and got up and stepped aside, as if she intended to give the father and son a chance to say goodbye.

Ling Wuxu, who was waiting outside like other princes, always felt something was wrong when he saw this situation. When did the queen become so kind?

At this moment, it is the most critical moment. It stands to reason that the queen should stop the second brother, why would she send him to the father?

Ling Wuxu was puzzled, but at this time, he couldn't be allowed to dwell on this matter in detail. He could only kneel outside quietly and wait and see what happened.

After the queen backed away, the emperor's hand was still moving. Ling Wuying stood and watched for a while, and finally went to half kneel in front of the dragon couch, holding the emaciated palm of the emperor.

As if he had fulfilled his last wish, a faint smile appeared on the corner of the emperor's mouth, but it was only for a moment before he lost his breath.

Seeing this, Eunuch Li's expression darkened immediately, and he immediately reached out to feel the pulse on the emperor's neck, but in the end his expression was startled, and he shouted at the top of his voice, "The emperor is dead!"

"Father!"

"emperor!"

All of a sudden, the palace was full of cries, only Ling Wuying stayed there, not knowing what to feel in his heart.

It stands to reason that he has no father-son feelings for himself, the emperor, but now that the emperor is really dead, his mood is a bit complicated.

After the emperor passed away, he first placed the body in the Qingning Hall, and then invited eminent monks to chant scriptures for salvation. It is reasonable to chant scriptures for three days and three nights.

And during these three days, as the descendants of the royal family, they must guard the spirit in the main hall. After the eminent monks have completed their deliverance, they will send the emperor to the funeral and bury the body in the imperial mausoleum.

During the period of vigil, the princes present all had their own thoughts in their hearts.

Now they don't pretend to act anymore, after all, the emperor is dead, no matter how good their play is, no one will watch it.

"Brother Dahuang, you said that the father has passed away, but the throne is still unclaimed." While guarding the spirit, the sixth prince could not help but move closer to Ling Wuyue, and said in a low voice.

Hearing this, Ling Wuyue's expression was indifferent, and he pretended to be ignorant and asked: "What does the sixth brother mean by saying this? The late emperor has just left, and you are disrespectful to the late emperor by saying such words!"

"Brother Emperor, please don't get angry!"

Seeing Ling Wuyue's tone of displeasure, the sixth prince quickly explained: "The former emperor passed away and the new emperor succeeded. .”

Speaking of this, the sixth prince thought carefully and then lowered his voice and said: "In my opinion, the position of the new emperor must belong to the elder brother!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Although he also agreed with the sixth prince's words in his heart, on the surface, Ling Wuyue still said coldly, and then his eyes fell on Ling Wuying on the other side.

From the wake to the present, Ling Wuying has not said a word, and has always had a cold face from beginning to end, making people afraid to approach her.

Seeing Ling Wuyue looking to the other side, the sixth prince followed suit, but he shivered uncontrollably just by looking at it.

Just now he was only interested in expressing his goodwill to Ling Wuyue, but he forgot that he, the second brother, is also very likely to inherit the throne. If he heard what he said to the first brother just now, what would happen?
Thinking of this, the sixth prince didn't dare to continue thinking about it, and quickly retreated to his position, not daring to say anything more.

"Princess, there is a message from Chang'an, please take a look."

Early in the morning, Yun Xi was chatting with Ling Zihan and the others in the room when Sumei suddenly ran in, saying that there was news from Chang'an.

Hearing this report, Yun Xi seemed to realize something in his heart, and immediately said: "Bring it here and let me have a look."

After receiving the envelope from Sumei, Yun Xi opened it without further ado and looked at it. Ling Zihan also leaned over it curiously. When she saw the contents of the letter, her expression changed immediately.

The letter was written by Ling Wuying, and then delivered with the pigeons he raised. The general content of the letter was to explain the emperor's death, and then wrote some thoughts about Yun Xi.

What was written later, Ling Zihan didn't read a single sentence, and when she only saw the words that the emperor died, she stopped reading.

This letter was written on the day the emperor died, and it took at least two days for the pigeon to deliver the letter here, so it should have been three days since the emperor passed away.

Thinking of this, Yun Xi put the letter back in the envelope and handed it to Sumei to keep it.

Turning around, Ling Zihan was silent and was about to comfort her, but she suddenly asked, "Sister Yun Xi, today should be the last day for Brother Huang to stay in the palace, right?"

Seeing Ling Zihan asking this question, Yun Xi paused, then nodded to her and replied: "Based on the date written in the letter, it is indeed the last day."

Hearing this, Ling Zihan sighed and said: "Although I don't have any affection for my father, and I even hated him because of my mother and concubine, he is my biological father after all, and now that he has passed away, I want to give him the last time here." filial piety."

Yun Xi understood what Ling Zihan meant, and after thinking about it carefully, she finally nodded in agreement, and then watched Ling Zihan leave the conservatory with the maid.

After leaving Yunxi's place, Ling Zihan went back to the room and changed into a plain white dress, and then went to the Buddhist hall where the gods were enshrined in the villa, kneeling in front of the bodhisattva and praying sincerely.

After Bai Ying heard about this incident, he came to the Buddhist hall where Ling Zihan was alone in the afternoon. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a person kneeling in front of the Buddha statue and chanting sutras.

Stepping lightly, he came to Ling Zihan and squatted down. Bai Ying didn't bother her, but just watched her quietly.

I don't know how long it took before Ling Zihan finally opened his eyes.

Ling Zihan let out a breath after reciting the scriptures, and was about to stand up, but saw the white shadow beside him, and was taken aback by him again.

"When did you come?" Ling Zihan asked, looking at the people around him.

Seeing her reaction, Bai Ying shrugged at her, and replied: "I've been here for a while, seeing how serious you are, I didn't bother you."

After listening to Bai Ying's answer, Ling Zihan nodded in understanding, and then planned to stand up, but found that her legs were numb because of kneeling for too long.

Seeing this situation, Bai Ying hurriedly supported her arm beside her, and then she slowly stood up.

"Tell me, that old emperor treated you badly. It would be nice if you could offer incense to him after he died. Why are you tossing yourself like this?" Bai Ying said while helping her to the chair beside her. Then go.

Hearing Bai Ying's words, Ling Zihan only felt a little wronged in his heart, but he didn't refute, and he was still sure that what he did was not wrong.

Seeing Ling Zihan's unhappy expression, Bai Ying didn't say anything, just helped her limping to the front and back of the chair, but he suddenly laughed.

Sensing Bai Ying's smile, Ling Zihan turned his head and asked incomprehensibly, "What are you laughing at?"

Hearing Ling Zihan's question, Bai Ying paused and replied unhurriedly: "I'm laughing, we're getting married tomorrow, but my bride is limping, don't you think it's funny? ?”

Ling Zihan was about to sit down, but when he heard his words, his face darkened immediately, and then he stood up again, angrily raising his hand to hit him: "You are lame!"

Effortlessly dodging Ling Zihan's fist, Bai Ying still had a smile on his face, seeing that she was really angry, he grabbed her palm.

"Well, you don't have to be so angry. Even if you are really lame, I won't dislike you. You will be my wife in this life, okay?"

On weekdays, Bai Ying would always say something to annoy himself, but he rarely said such things to coax himself like now, which made Ling Zihan feel a little dazed, and even wondered if he was dreaming at the moment.

"You are not sick today, are you?" Ling Zihan said, and put his hand on Bai Ying's forehead, but frowned: "It's not hot! Or is it that the injury you suffered yesterday broke your brain? gone?"

Seeing that Ling Zihan suspected that something was wrong with her brain, Bai Ying suddenly felt dumbfounded. After taking her hand off, she said helplessly: "Is there anyone like you? I don't expect anything good from me."

How can a bride think about her groom's brain?
Ling Zihan also quickly shook his head at this time, and quickly explained: "No, it's just that what you said just now doesn't seem like you would say it."

"Those words? What did I just say?" Bai Ying deliberately pretended not to remember anything, and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"You just said." Ling Zihan was about to repeat what he said just now, but when the words came to his lips, he felt something was wrong, so he swallowed those words back.

(End of this chapter)