Sheng Chong Concubine

Chapter 1192 The Grand Finale (13)
Therefore, he buried the two of them together, but the peach blossom forest was still intact.In the coming year, this peach blossom forest will surely bloom beautifully.

On that day, Shen Qingxuan stood with him in front of the tombstones of Prince Rong and Empress Yun, and he said that maybe they met again in the sky.They were not able to be together in life, but I hope they can be together after death. From then on, no one can separate them.

Prince Rong died, Concubine Rong was seriously ill, she didn't say anything, she just locked herself in the room and chanted scriptures all day long.Feng Qingxiang had been released a long time ago, and they could no longer stay in the capital. Shen Qingxuan sent them to Daliang, where no one knew them and they could live a good life.She wrote a letter to Duan Muhong, and Duan Muhong would settle them down.After grief, Feng Qinglin inherited Prince Rong's mansion and became the second generation Prince Rong, and Xiao Yuyan also became Princess Rong.

Afterwards, Shen Qingxuan told Feng Qingli what happened that day. She originally wanted to force Emperor Xiaoren to death.That man did a lot of evil, robbed his younger brother of his beloved, and connived at the concubine to burn his own wife to death, and even poisoned his own son, which made Feng Qingli crippled in those ten years, and he was in pain.How can such a person deserve to die?
She made up her mind to stay by Feng Qingli's side, but she would never work with others, Feng Qingli would not betray her, but in order to block the hearts of the world, if Emperor Xiaoren issued a will when he was dying, it would be considered out of filial piety Well, even if Feng Qingli abolished the Sangong Sixth Court, no one would dare to say a word.

It's just that I didn't expect that Prince Rong would actually——

Feng Qingli didn't say anything, seeing the fire that day, he had already guessed the ins and outs of the matter.That person, if he could, he really wanted to kill him with his own hands.But no, he had this idea several times, but was blocked by his father.His father did not allow him to commit the crime of killing his father. Seeing that his father is getting old and has worked hard for him these years, if he kills his father, he will surely implicate his father who has been so kind to him. How can he bear it?

So he gave up, anyway, that person would not survive, and the queen would not let him go first.Therefore, when the queen poisoned that person, he knew it, but turned a blind eye.So be it, let him die like this.Although this way of death is too cheap——

Now that person is finally dead, just like his mother, completely changed, with no bones left, he should be happy.But he couldn't be happy because his father was also buried with that person.It is not a pity for that person to die without conscience, but what is wrong with the father?Want to be that person's funeral object?His heart ached, but he had no choice but to accept this cruel fact.

But the imperial palace and imperial mausoleum have trapped his mother for decades, and that high palace wall separated his mother and father. He wants to rescue his mother, he wants to fulfill his father's deep love for his mother, and also fulfill his mother's half life. Regretful love can't get it.

Following the death of Emperor Xiaoren, Feng Qinghuan was given a cup of poisoned wine to die that night. It was Feng Qingli who personally delivered the poison to him, and Shen Qingxuan was also by her side.

After Feng Qinghuan was arrested, she has been imprisoned in the imperial secret room. Only those who have committed heinous crimes in the royal family can be imprisoned.There is no humidity and coldness like a dungeon, surrounded by iron-like walls, a bed and a small table with a candle on the table.The dim light illuminated the stone room, stretching the straight figure sitting in front of the small square table to the elder.

As soon as he walked down the spiral staircase, he heard Feng Qinghuan's indifferent voice floating faintly.

"You finally came."

He looked up in front of the desk, and there was a slight smile on his face, which melted his cold and wild face in the past.He is now a prisoner, wearing only a thin gray coat, perhaps because he has not eaten well recently, his figure looks a bit thin.However, between the eyebrows, there is still a natural nobility and majesty, which makes people dare not underestimate it.

Shen Qingxuan took the tray from the waiter, sent everyone to retreat, and stood beside Feng Qingli silently, without speaking.

Feng Qingli looked at Feng Qinghuan who was still sitting still, with deep and complicated eyes.

"Since I escaped, why come back and make the same mistakes again and again?"

Feng Qinghuan's face was expressionless, and she glanced at Shen Qingxuan.The woman was dressed in a pair of silk luan gowns embroidered with auspicious grasses, clouds and geese, and she stood gracefully. Her brows were as calm as water, like poetry and picturesque, and her red lips were like cherry blossoms, complementing her snow-like skin, making her even more beautiful. real person.

He was a little dazed, as if searching for something in his memory, and then smiled faintly.

"It's just winners and losers, what else is there to say?" He lowered his eyes and sighed, still with a smile in his voice. "It's my honor to trouble you to send me off in person."

Feng Qingli looked at him and said nothing.However, Shen Qingxuan had already brought the poisoned wine over, poured it for him herself, and brought it to him.

"Zhuyin and I have known each other once, so let me see you off at the end."

Feng Qinghuan stared at the glass of wine, recalling in her mind the hand that was holding the wine glass just now, her ten fingers were slender, the roots were as white as jade, and as beautiful as carved jade.Suddenly remembered, when we met for the first time that year, she was standing in the mountains and forests, with a white gauze covering her face, revealing only a pair of transparent and bright eyes, her slightly bowed posture was as weak as a willow, and the hem of her skirt fluctuated like a dream.He was also obsessed with the stunning dream, but blinded by those desires for power, he finally gave up the clear water flower that was just a dream in his eyes at the time.

It was only at the end that I discovered that those so-called pursuits are the real dreams of life, and those that I gave up may be the treasures that cannot be obtained in a lifetime.

He smiled silently, and suddenly looked at Feng Qingli.

"Perhaps I shouldn't have backed down when I asked to marry Concubine Na in front of the emperor's grandmother."

Feng Qingli looked at him with an indifferent expression.Shen Qingxuan raised her eyebrows, she naturally heard Feng Qingli say about it.If it wasn't for Feng Qingli's insistence, she might have married Feng Qinghuan as her side concubine at that time.

"But that was all a long time ago." Feng Qinghuan didn't seem to expect Feng Qingli's answer when she didn't get Feng Qingli's answer, and smiled to herself.Holding the wine glass, looking at the clear wine, his expression is calm but in a trance.

"I used to sympathize with you, but later I found out that I am the most pitiful."

He raised his head, poisoned and drunk, he didn't even blink his brows.This is palace poison wine, and you will die within a few moments after drinking it.If he possessed peerless martial arts, he might still be able to persist for a while, but his tendons and tendons had already been severed, and he lost all his martial arts, so he couldn't resist this deadly poison at all.Immediately after drinking the wine, his complexion began to turn pale, obviously the poison had already attacked, and he would die of poisoning soon.

However, he was still sitting in his original posture, even though he was eroded by the poison, his expression remained unchanged.

Belonging to his pride, belonging to his dignity, even if it is death, he will not lose an inch.

Shen Qingxuan looked at him, feeling a little appreciation for this person for the first time in her heart.Regardless of other things, just this demeanor of seeing through life and death alone, few people can match it.

"Do you have any last wishes?"

(End of this chapter)