Uncle, I will marry you

Chapter 112 The Last Tenderness (3)
Looking at the smiling girl with an indifferent face, Su Qingyi chuckled lightly: "The humble minister is the same as the empress." He also saw such scenes almost every day.Even Yu Huang, who was a young concubine, couldn't get involved. As a courtier, why would he interfere?

"At the same time, Tianya is a fallen person..." Yu Huangyan glanced at Su Qingyi meaningfully, and walked towards Wutong Palace.

Watching the girl go away, Su Qingyi glanced back at the two people in the distance, and walked towards the way out of the palace.

In March of Yangchun, news came out from the palace that the new emperor had contracted a serious disease and the regent was in power.

Overnight, news of the emperor's lingering illness spread like wildfire, and everyone was fawning over the powerful regent.The current emperor has no heirs, and the only one who can be in power is the regent.

"Your Majesty, how about Huang'er dancing for you?" Yu Huang said with the most exquisite makeup ever painted on her face and the most charming smile on her face, bending down to look at the frail young man on the couch.

Now she doesn't even have the strength to lift her arms, but Yuhuang still sees what she means.

One dance all over the city, talking about Huang'er today.

Puyang Yuren bent his mouth and looked at the dancing young man in colorful dance clothes. He originally wanted to restore Yuhuang's identity, but was flatly rejected by the young man.He said that it would be great to be the concubine of my sister.

Every frown and smile is so touching.

"If Huang'er is a woman, she must be a witch in the world of cholera." After finishing speaking, she felt a little regretful, and looked at the young man worriedly, but found that he was no different.

She hugged the arm of the person on the couch affectionately, "But Huang'er only wants to mess with one person's heart."

Patting the top of the young man's head, Puyang Yuren smiled and said, "Nonsense again." This kind of conversation seemed familiar, but after thinking about it, I realized that I was often like Huang'er, and what I got was such a sentence from Puyang Fenghua .

Looking at the distracted young man, Yu Huang frowned slightly, and said angrily: "When you come to my Wutong Palace, sister can't think of other people."

Covering her mouth and smiling, this kind of Huang'er gradually overlapped with the people in the secret room. She couldn't figure it out, and looked at the boy distressedly: "If I leave, I will let you go free. Or, you can also The supreme right, when the time comes, the emperor will not embarrass you."

Holding Puyang Yuren's palm, now, it can be distinguished that his hand is warmer than the boy's.

"As long as I can stay by Sister's side, that's fine." He approached the boy and whispered.He is not a person who is keen on power. Think about it, with his body, how can he become the supreme in the world?

She was speechless for a while, if she didn't know the boy's gender, she would just take it as a joke.Now that he knows the secret, he can no longer treat the boy's intimacy as a joke.She knew that his state of mind was so similar to hers when facing Puyang Fenghua.

Lu Sheng stood outside the door, paying attention to the situation in the house, fearing that something unexpected might happen.

Looking at the man who walked in, he saluted: "My lord."

Making a silent movement, Puyang Fenghua looked at the young man from outside the door, his misty eyes were stained with melancholy, he sighed, turned and walked outside.

"Lu Sheng..." Clenching his fists, he had no choice but to feed the phoenix to the young man, watching helplessly as the young man's attachment to him faded from his eyes little by little, and he finally became a stranger.

He knew the pain of his master, but if he didn't feed the phoenix, then, according to the emperor's body, he might not be able to survive even half a year, let alone a year.Now, she is already holding on.

"Master, break it when it's time." If you miss the best time, the consequences...

Looking back at the palace behind him, Puyang Fenghua smiled in relief, compared to treating him as a stranger, the most painful thing is not seeing the boy again.It seemed that a decision had been made, Puyang Fenghua reached for a pill in his sleeve, and secretly made a decision in his heart.

Covering his mouth, Puyang Yuren squeezed the quilt tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

Holding the young man's icy fingers with both hands, Yu Huang looked at the young man with a light smile, "Ayu, it's okay." She was obviously smiling, but it hurt more than crying.In just one month, the boy has been tortured by the serious illness and has no vitality, and now he is bedridden.

He wanted to comfort Yuhuang, but he had no strength.

Under the candlelight, her pale lips had a faint gray color, like a butterfly with fallen leaves.

"Huang'er, don't cry." Wiping away the crystal tears falling from the corners of the boy's eyes, Puyang Yuren tried hard to comfort the boy but couldn't move, he could only squirm, and there were still faint water stains on his fingers.

Looking down at the water stains on the boy's fingers, Yuhuang smiled lightly, "Well, Ayu." The smile was like a flower, and she cast a silhouette in fragments.

Looking up at the bright sunshine outside the window, Puyang Yuren sighed softly: "Maybe it's time." Maybe God played a little joke with her. she went back.

Holding the skinny palm, Yu Huang gently stroked the boy's chiseled cheek: "You promised not to leave me, are you breaking your promise? Don't you just keep your word?"

Sigh, when did she say that?
Seeing the boy's appearance, Yu Huang smiled and said, "Do you want to argue?"

Nodded, can she explain?

After the morning court, Puyang Fenghua, who finished handling the government affairs, rushed back to Heyue Palace, stood outside the door, looked at the young man who was already as thin as a piece of paper, and clenched his fists.

Lu Sheng stood aside, looked at the hesitant man, and said: "Master, feed the emperor a phoenix." He watched the young man gradually lose weight and lose the color of life day by day, and his heart would ache.Looking at the contradictions of his master, he felt uncomfortable.

Looking back at the scorching sun hanging in the sky, Puyang Fenghua lowered his eyebrows and walked towards the house.

Looking at the two people who came in, Puyang Yuren smiled and said: "Uncle Emperor..." Perhaps because of his limited energy, his voice was waxy, like the rich fragrance of pastries, which made people aftertaste and immerse themselves in the delicate in breath.

(End of this chapter)