Roll over!The vegetative husband is my ex

Mu Beicheng scolded: "Shut up! Didn't you see I'm busy? Go back!"

"No, my lord, Miss Chu seems to be dying!"

With a sway, Mu Beicheng stood up.

The people discussing matters in the living room all looked strange. Who is Miss Chu? I have never seen any other woman beside the emperor. What is going on?

When Mu Beicheng arrived at Chu Luocheng's room, there was already a doctor here.

"how is she?"

The doctor replied: "My lord, her condition is very bad. Her vital signs are at the end. It should take a few minutes before she dies."

death!

Mu Beicheng simply couldn't accept such a thing.

"Go away!"

Mu Beicheng sat down and quickly found the silver needle on Chu Luocheng's body.

After finding it, he pierced the acupuncture points on Chu Luocheng's body without hesitation.

The others were watching, and they felt very uncomfortable. They knew that Mu Beicheng was making the last struggle, but it was useless. Chu Luocheng was doomed to die.

That's right, they have heard more or less that Chu Luocheng is tortured by the Emperor here.

If you can't escape, you might as well die!

When the instrument made a long beep, it was known that Chu Luocheng was completely dead.

Mu Beicheng slumped on the chair, staring blankly at the instrument.

Chu Luocheng... is she really dead?

The line on the instrument was already straight, announcing the death of Chu Luocheng.

Mu Beicheng stared at him, unable to calm down for a long time.

He didn't believe that Chu Luocheng couldn't die!
Chu Luocheng will definitely not die!
The doctor next to him had never seen an emperor like this before, and walked over to comfort him: "My lord, since the dead cannot be brought back to life, I ask you to express your condolences!"

"Yes, my lord, you are our backbone, we can understand your feelings, but we will be sad if anything happens to you!"

I don't know if Mu Beicheng could hear what they said. He walked out of the room, and no one knew what he was going to do.

If he didn't speak, no one dared to deal with Chu Luocheng's body, so they could only go back to do their own things silently.

Throughout the afternoon, Mu Beicheng didn't say a word, and those who came to visit also left.

When a servant passed by Mu Beicheng, he saw him take out a photo, in which he and Chu Luocheng were smiling happily, looking very happy.

Everyone was amazed, but no one expected that Chu Luocheng would leave. Her departure seemed to take time out of Mu Beicheng's soul.

At night, Mu Beicheng couldn't sleep, so he came to Chu Luocheng with a wine glass and drank it one sip at a time. After a while, there were already many empty bottles beside him.

Mu Beicheng's eyes were scarlet, and he said in pain, "Chengcheng, was it my fault? Did I really do something wrong to force you to this point?"

"But why can't you see me? Yes, you are blind, you can't see, but don't you even feel it?"

"Or, you have never loved me before, so you don't know that I am by your side!"

Mu Beicheng lowered his head, tears streaming down his face.

"Chengcheng, you won. You used your death to tell me that no matter what you did to me, you were right, but I was wrong. If you can wake up, let me let you go now, and I will Will do it!"

"But you can't wake up again, right? As I said, I won't live alone after you die. Chengcheng, wait for me. If you are on the way to Huangquan, don't rush to drink Mengpo soup. with you!"