Peerless Forensic Doctor: Leng Wang's Waste Chai Concubine

Chapter 277 Self-immolation Hall of Mental Cultivation

"I'm going to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to see the Emperor."

Facing the bronze mirror, Zhao Feiyu carefully smeared her red lips with rouge. Hearing Mammy Liu's question, Zhao Feiyu smiled lowly, showing the shyness of a little girl.

But in those phoenix eyes, there was still a deep and condensed look that could not see the bottom.

Hall of Mental Cultivation.

It was already late at night, and the lights in the Hall of Mental Cultivation were not extinguished like Xuanyuan Han used to read booklets when he went to bed late.

It's just that the man who was supposed to be sitting in front of the table and reading the booklet was hugging the pillow at this moment, murmuring against the pillow.

"Xinya, you are finally back, you don't know how much elder brother misses you..."

"Brother's feelings for you are absolutely not mixed with any falsehood, but why...why did you marry into Prince Yun's residence?"

"Look, they are all bad guys, they all want to suppress me and see my jokes! But Xinya, you are different...you are different!"

Xuanyuan Han hadn't slept for two days in a row, his eyes were extremely scarlet, and his sanity was on the verge of madness.

He was always talking to his pillow alone, calling it the little character of Princess Changning, and hugging it tenderly in his arms.

Currently only Xuanyuan Che, Yun Xiran and others have discovered Xuanyuan Han's abnormal state.

When Eunuch Xu came in to serve two days ago, he felt that something was wrong with Xuanyuan Han, but he always thought it was the result of Xuanyuan Han not having a good rest.

As a result, when I came back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation the next day, something had happened.

Xuanyuan Han was completely unable to recognize people, and stubbornly and somewhat crazily imagined the existence of Princess Changning, took the pillow in his arms as Princess Changning, and talked to himself, not listening to anyone who spoke.

When Yun Xiran was around, Xuanyuan Han could relax a little bit. After all, Yun Xiran looked seventy percent like Princess Changning.

But such a similarity cannot last for a long time at all.

Gao Yang, who had been studying the symptomatic decoctions, suddenly realized, like waking up from a dream.

Xuanyuan Han was really poisoned!
Gao Yang was ashamed. Although he had speculated about this guess for a moment in his heart, he was overturned in the end. After all, who would dare to drug the emperor in the Hall of Mental Cultivation?

But he was dead wrong.

Some people really dare to do this!
Xuanyuan Han's condition was getting more and more serious, and he was already on the verge of collapse.

Now he fell into a coma all day long, and when he woke up suddenly, he hugged the pillow and talked to himself, refusing to rest, as if he was afraid that "Princess Changning" would be taken away again.

With Xuanyuan Han in this state, there is no way for him to go to the early court, so Xuanyuan Che can only be in charge.

Although Yun Xiran was worried, she also knew that in ancient times when this kind of technology was not developed at all, mental illnesses could not be cured by medicine at all, and could only be relieved by artificial means.

But this way...

Unsurprisingly, it was an act of reclamation by Jingwei, which had no effect at all.

All they can do is to check the situation as soon as possible and find out who is behind this matter.

"Squeak—" The main gate of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was slowly pushed open from the outside.

Zhao Feiyu stepped on soft steps, walked in slowly, and by the way, pulled down the bolt of the door, blocking the way out.

The moonlight shone obliquely behind her, casting a low shadow.Zhao Feiyu looked at the man sitting under the bright yellow curtain, and saw that he was holding the pillow tightly with his big hands, and his expression was as gentle as water that had never been before when he was treating her.

For a moment, Zhao Feiyu suddenly felt a little sour in his eyes.

She, in her life, has never been able to jump over to Changning.

Even if she gave birth to the prince who can best inherit the lineage and has the most noble blood, even if she has worked hard for more than [-] years to take care of his gradually expanding harem.

He also once...

Once, never looked back.

Zhao Feiyu restrained her breath, walked a little into the dragon bed, she frowned silently, and then slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

The same purple clothes, the same Lingyun bun, and the same plum blossoms.

Even if the appearance is different, so what?
At the very least, Xuanyuan Han, who is currently unconscious, can't tell the difference.

"Xinya..." Seeing the people around him, Xuanyuan Han seemed to be half-struck by lightning for an instant. He looked at the icy and cold Chang Ning in his arms, and then at the warm, fragrant and soft jade Chang Ning sitting beside him.

He stretched out his hand almost without hesitation, and pulled Zhao Feiyu into his arms.

The familiar ambergris spread into the tip of her nose, and with such force, she felt a little ache when hugged.

Is this... the feeling of being hugged by Chang Ning?
So hot, so hard, so affectionate.

that kind of……

Reluctant to let go.

"But when you are awake, you would rather hug this broken pillow than hug me."

Zhao Feiyu's voice was extremely low, with the coquettishness of her youngest daughter's coquettishness and complaints, the people who listened could not help but soften.

"Xinya, don't go, don't go..." Xuanyuan Han huddled his head against Zhao Feiyu's neck like an abandoned child, and his voice was so aggrieved that it made people feel distressed.

Ah!
The most majestic and admirable emperor in the world!

At this time, he was curled up in her arms, begging Chang Ning not to leave.

She left you like this, and you still want to protect her?Still miss her so much?
"Xuanyuan Han, you are so cruel!" Zhao Feiyu couldn't help but wanted to laugh out loud, but when she smiled, tears flowed out first.

"I've always wondered why on that day, the day when the late emperor chose a concubine for you, why did you choose me, a woman who was sitting on the side coldly, among all kinds of charming, warm and fragrant jades?" Zhao Feiyu Like an innocent girl caught in the past, she blinked, and a line of tears fell from her eyes.

"I didn't know until later that it was because that day, I wore a purple shirt and combed a Ling Yunbi bun. The back of me sitting quietly looked very much like your Changning."

Xuanyuan Han kept holding her and was unwilling to let go, even if Zhao Feiyu used his fingernails to dig at his flesh deliberately, Xuanyuan Han didn't let go of her strength at all.

Zhao Feiyu watched, then suddenly covered her lips and smiled, stretched out her hand, and slowly, slowly, strangled Xuanyuanhan's neck.

But Xuanyuan Han didn't realize it, the strength in his hand was still astonishingly strong.

"I would like to marry a girl from the Zhao family."

These five words appeared in her mind like a spell.

Zhao Feiyu will always remember that on that warm spring afternoon, the handsome and tall man slowly approached, and among the crowd of Yingying and Yanyan, he seemed to find someone who made him feel happy.

She just sat there, watching the handsome man with a smile on his face, and said to the Immortal Emperor on the dragon chair.

"I would like to marry a girl from the Zhao family... Haha! What a joke." Zhao Feiyu smiled on the verge of madness, and tightened her hands on Xuanyuanhan's neck.

Xuanyuan Han's eyes were still dazed, and he did not loosen his grip on her tightly.

Seeing his eyes, Zhao Feiyu suddenly felt a sense of disgust spreading from the bottom of her heart.

With her hands, she flicked Xuanyuan Han's messy hair once and again, as if it was her most beloved object, and carefully took care of it for him, but there was a deep condensation in her phoenix eyes.

"My Yu'er, when she left, her hair was so neat." Zhao Feiyu whispered in Xuanyuanhan's ear, smiling at Yanyan, her eyes were cold.

"And you, when you leave, you have to be as neat as him."

Outside the bright yellow curtain, at some point, a bright flame spread.Wherever the tongue of fire went, it was devoured by the scarlet core.

The fire gradually spread to the curtain, and then climbed onto the dragon bed.It was like an extremely rare and beautiful painting being swallowed by fire, and after the bright yellow curtain was completely swallowed, two figures of a man and a woman clinging tightly to each other were revealed.

Resisting the burning pain on her skin, Zhao Feiyu quickly took out a small black pill from her sleeve, and threw it into it at the moment Xuanyuanhan screamed to back off the fire circle.

The smell of the pill was choking, almost the moment it was swallowed into his throat, it made him cough violently.His mind seemed to be filled with blood for an instant, and his clever mind regained consciousness in an instant.

"Ah... ah!" Xuanyuanhan was in pain all over his body, his eyes were wide open, he pushed Zhao Feiyu's body away fiercely, and kept pawing at his throat with his hands, as if he wanted to let the food that had been eaten just now be swallowed. He felt as if something uncomfortable had been picked out.

"The Xiyue poison that melts in your throat, you've been taking it for so long, and now you're thinking about digging it out, don't you think it's too late?" Zhao Feiyu laughed wildly, with such a sarcastic and cold look in her eyes , as if looking at a trapped animal with pity and sorrow.

"You, you..." Xuanyuan Han couldn't make any other sounds in his throat, so he opened his mouth a little bit, and then, blood spurted out of his throat like a fountain, and Xuanyuan Han's eyes flicked He opened his eyes wide, his body froze violently, and the tense thread in his mind was suddenly disconnected.

He opened his eyes unwillingly, but suddenly lay back.

The fire had already burned from the thin bed on the bed to the calves of the two of them. Xuanyuan Han couldn't escape because his body was so weak and weak. My whole body was trembling, but I couldn't escape it.

Zhao Feiyu, who could act, did not run away either.

Tongues of fire climbed up her purple neon skirt, devouring the plum blossom patterns on it. Her face began to distort in pain, but there was a relieved smile in her eyes, and the corners of her lips were raised high.

She gently stroked Xuanyuan Han's face with her hand, and called softly: "Husband, Yu'er is waiting for us."

The fire quickly devoured the dragon bed——

"Let's go, let's go to the water!"

"Come and put out the fire—"

The panic-stricken shouts of the eunuchs and maids were still ringing in my ears, but Xuanyuan Han's eyes were wide open, and there was only a vague void in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, there was a darkness that spread silently until death.

(End of this chapter)