Fast Through the White Moonlight is Poisonous

  Chapter 1291 Fenghua Peerless, Nine Thousand Years Old (Eighty)

  Mi You Ning's mouth touched, exploding the little soul.

   "Little soul, do you know that you are stupid like this."

  "..." Soul Soul

  He doesn’t know, he doesn’t want to know at all.

  He was wrong...

  He shouldn’t give the other person a chance to speak.

   "Host, you have lost me, you go, I don't want to play for you."

  Mi You Ning smiled carelessly, in exchange for Xiao Hun'er's anger.

  "One year, give me another year."

  Guishun thought for a while, nodded, "Time is running out, the last plane caused a time error, up to a year."

  Mi You Ning lowered her eyes, not allowing Jiehun to see the look in her eyes.

  If it was before, she would leave without saying a word.

  But now she has a...a strange feeling in her heart.

  Don’t want to leave here.

  The worry after leaving, as well as the person's endurance, are all she wants to think about, and she doesn't want to see it.

   "One more thing, host, I can't follow you for the next task, you need to complete it yourself."

"Oh, I see."

  "Are you sure about one year from now? If you regret it, I can still follow you for another year on the next plane."

  "Xiaohuner, you are too long-winded..."

  "……"

  ……

  Nine thousand years old is sick.

The person on the apex of the emperor's heart has been in a coma for three days.

  In these days, Emperor Jing never went to court and threw everything to the ten-year-old prince.

  Emperor Jing stayed by Father Ji's side every day, this was seen by all the servants of the Qianqing Palace.

  Grandpa Ji really occupies a certain place in the eyes of the emperor.

  Even King Jin is very fond of this existence.

  The atmosphere in the court is the same as before, but it is a little more cautious.

  No one knows what Jingdi will do next.

  I only heard that the daily imperial physicians of the Qianqing Palace are in constant flow, all of them go to serve the nine thousand years old.

   Looking at the pale woman on the bed with weak breathing, no one knows the pain in Jingdi’s heart.

  Emperor Li confirmed on the second day that death had occurred.

  Death attack, that is to... to die.

  How can Emperor Jing accept this result.

  He and she have not yet...no further.

  He has not told his little **** that he likes her.

  In this life, in addition to the father and the queen, there are also the emperor's brother.

  This is the first person he likes.

  "Brother Emperor..."

  Don’t know when, King Jin walked to the bedroom.

  Jingdi heard his words, the red eyes of the man who never left the dragon bed.

  He dared not look away, for fear that when he turned away, he would never see each other again.

   "Brother Emperor, I have already gone to the folks to find a famous doctor, Jiu Ji...she will be fine."

  In this case, even King Jin said it was somewhat uncertain.

  Jingdi sighed, "You have a heart."

  He stretched out his hand to hold the soft, unresponsive little hand, and suddenly asked, "How is the imperial tomb?"

  The king of Jin tightened the corners of his lips when he heard the words, "It's finished."

   "That's good...that's good..." Jingdi curled his lips slightly.

  He still remembers the promise made three years ago.

  After King Jin left, Emperor Jing sat in his original position, still motionless.

  Looking at the face that seemed to fall asleep, Jingdi finally couldn't hold on.

  Three days have passed, and if he doesn’t wake up, he should make an order to prepare for his funeral.

  He doesn't want, doesn't want, and is unwilling.

  The reddish eyes became moist, and the corners of his mouth were pressed tightly.

   "Ajiu, you wake up, wake up, okay?"

  "You have to leave first, what should I do...what do you want me to do..."

  Jingdi climbed onto the dragon bed and held Mi Youning tightly.

  (End of this chapter)