Ghost eye mad concubine is too hot

Chapter 162 The Grand Finale (11)
Frowning, Murong Qi couldn't even lift his eyelids due to the pain in his head, he only felt her voice was suddenly so far away, it sounded ethereal and wobbly in his ears, like a swaying drop of water, he couldn't hear it Really, can't see clearly.

He waved his hand to signal the eunuch to back down, and saw that the eunuch opened his mouth first, the shape of his mouth seemed to be the word "Your Majesty", but because he didn't make a sound, he ended up guessing.

"Is the emperor not feeling well?" Looking at the pale Murong Qi, Huo Ruge raised his eyebrows slightly, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

In her impression, Murong Qi is not like a person suffering from hidden diseases, and he has only been enthroned for a few months, even because of the busy affairs of the court and China, it will not make him look haggard now emaciated appearance.

He looked like he was not so tired, but more like sick, or...poisoned.

When the word "poisoning" passed Huo Ruge's heart, she was slightly taken aback, and then quickly brushed away the surprise from her mind, but at the same time, it also made her start to pay attention to the decorations and objects around her.

Since ancient times, how many emperors have died of poison in the deep palace.And Murong Qi has not long succeeded to the throne, and the dark and treacherous situation in the court, although it will not destroy the country and family, it will also lead to bloody storms that are invisible to the naked eye.

"It's just a headache." After a long while, Murong Qi replied and cast a brief glance at Huo Ruge, seeing the worry in her eyes.

The feeling of worry comes from the inside, without any impurities polluting it, just like looking at a friend who hasn't seen for a long time, a relative who cares about it.

For a moment, Murong Qi was moved by that unobstructed look of worry.

Although the emotion that erupted in his body was impulsive, it was so real that he didn't want to kill it just like that, he wanted to feel the tenderness in it more and indulge in that strange warm current.

Like Murong Heng, he has never experienced any so-called true feelings in the world.Even if there was, it was just a fleeting moment, the shadow of the moon in the water, just a light touch, would shatter all hopes to pieces.

Aware of the fleeting blankness in Murong Qi's eyes, Huo Ruge didn't break it, just looked at him quietly, and didn't speak again.

In her opinion, although the two brothers are very different in temperament, they are somewhat similar in the expression of certain emotions.

Seen by Huo Ruge's bright and direct gaze, he gradually became a little unnatural, Murong Qi pursed his lips, although he wanted to speak to stop him, but he couldn't say anything when he got to his lips.

His gaze was fixed on the memorials covering the tabletop, but his mind was always on Huo Ruge's gaze that he had seen intentionally or unintentionally just now.

That gaze is as bright as stars, sometimes unruly, sometimes cunning, like a piece of glazed stone that can reflect all kinds of things in the world, making people want to own it, treasure it, and shine on it forever.

It was just a moment of youth, but it took away his eternal thoughts.

Not for love, but for faith.

For a hot belief that was born silently in the body following light and heat...

His vision became more and more blurred. At this moment, Murong Qi only felt his world spinning for a while, and then he lost any consciousness.

The pale gold curtain was embroidered with a lifelike auspicious dragon pattern with gold thread. Inside the curtain, the pale-faced Murong Qi slept in it, and there was a hint of sadness on his delicate face that did not match his age.

Considering his age, he should still be a teenager.

Inside the curtain, Huo Ruge was sitting at the corner of the bed, looking at Murong Qi who never showed any joy even in his deep sleep, he couldn't help feeling a little heartbroken.

Looking at him now, she would think of Murong Heng.These two people shouldn't get involved in politics prematurely, but because of their backgrounds and various irresistible external factors, they have come to this point.

Even if it is said that the two are killing each other, it is by no means too much.

A country does not need two monarchs, let alone two heirs who possess orthodox royal blood.

Thinking back to the first time I met Murong Qi, he was still a happy young man who was just hanging around, and he followed Murong Heng and called "Second Brother" all day long. He deserved a beating, but at least at that time, the boy who was following the second brother was happy.

The emperor's father didn't want to miss him, and his mother and concubine passed away early. All of these things were not enough to become a stumbling block in this young man's way forward. He also had his second brother.The only second brother who wouldn't look at him coldly and treat him as nothing.

What flows in their bodies is the blood inherited from the same person.

At this time, the pale Murong Qi frowned slightly, as if he was enduring great pain, or had some bad dream, but he couldn't open his eyes, so he could only force himself to endure the darkness and darkness under his eyelids. fear.

Seeing the thin sweat on his forehead, Huo Ruge took the towel handed over by the maid and carefully wiped his forehead.

At first, she thought that someone with evil intentions had poisoned the emperor who had just succeeded to the throne, but she was slightly relieved after listening to the imperial doctor's pulse diagnosis.

Days of sleepless nights combined with a fever caused by rushing to the heart...

The imperial physician's words reverberated in his mind, Huo Ruge looked at the frail young man, and his mood became complicated for a while.

She didn't have much contact with Murong Qi in the past, and the deepest impression he left on her was his always smiling appearance and those almond-shaped eyes that would make anyone look happy.

But now, she didn't realize until now when she wiped off the fine sweat on his forehead that the happy boy had become thinner and paler, and the melancholy at the corners of his eyes and brows had become more, and they no longer shone brightly.

Almost overnight, the boy who was slightly childish in his memory underwent a qualitative change. In just a short moment, he used his not-so-broad and strong shoulders to prop up the entire country and support the entire country. Zhong Dayuan's pressure seems to be only for the second brother who can always be looked up to and worshiped in his youth.

Now...it seems to be the same.

In Murong Qi's heart, Murong Heng will always be his second brother.

A barely visible smile appeared on the corner of his lips, Huo Ruge put the used towel into the copper basin brought by the maid, and replaced it with a new one.

What a fool.

This seems to be a genetic disease of the men in the Murong family...

The journey to Xiliang this time was very smooth, and it only took half a month for Murong Heng to arrive at Yizhou City, a small border city of Xiliang.

Since two-thirds of the territory of Xiliang Kingdom is covered by mountains and forests, the remaining one-third of the plains are therefore extremely precious.

And Yizhou City on the border of Xiliang, which arrived from Tianqi Kingdom all the way to the northwest, is a small city located on that small plain. Although it covers a small area, it plays a very precious role in the commercial traffic of Xiliang.

(End of this chapter)