The Peerless Concubine of the King's Favorite

Chapter 439 The Immortal Couple, a Shocking Legend (End) (4)
Unfortunately, that stunning appearance failed to give her the slightest response.

Chu Qing didn't care too much, just stroking the edge of the coffin with her fingertips, walking slowly around it.

The coffin was very big, enough for three or four people to lie down, but at this moment, only Zhao Shenghao was lying quietly inside.

"Ah Hao, you lie here alone, do you feel lonely, do you feel cold?" Chu Qing said, stepping on the steps and stepping into the coffin.

If anyone saw this scene, they would definitely be frightened.

Sitting beside Zhao Shenghao, Chu Qing slowly outlined his facial features with her fingertips, carefully described his face in her heart, and whispered, "May I come to accompany you?"

As she said that, she came down slowly, leaning on Zhao Shenghao's chest, just like before, beside him, falling asleep peacefully in his arms.

Inside the coffin, it was quiet for a while.

Chu Qing lay in Zhao Shenghao's arms, blinked her eyes lightly, and a smile flashed in her eyes: "It's comfortable to lie here, no wonder you are reluctant to wake up."

She took out a porcelain bottle the size of a thumb from her waist, and pried off the sealing wax with her fingertips, and a faint fragrance wafted out of it.

That aroma seems to be tempting people to drink it.

Holding the porcelain bottle in her hand, Chu Qing slowly approached her lips. Without a moment's hesitation, she tilted the body of the bottle, and the liquid in the bottle flowed into her mouth along the mouth of the bottle.

With a slightly sweet taste, it doesn't seem to be as bad as imagined.

When the last drop of liquid in the bottle fell into his mouth, Chu Qing held the bottle in his hand and slowly dropped it.

After a while, under her face with a light smile, her black eyebrows were slightly frowned. This expression should have been uncomfortable, but it made her smile grow wider.

Eyelids became heavier and heavier, endless sleepiness swept over Chu Qing, she couldn't help closing her eyes slowly, and just before the consciousness dissipated, she said softly like a mosquito: "We can finally leave here. "

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In the originally clear sky, a thunderbolt suddenly flashed, and suddenly, dark clouds covered the entire sky.

A strong wind blew everywhere, rattling the white curtains on the mourning hall.

This weird scene made Zhao Shengqian and Sang Youqing stand in front of the gate, staring up at the sky, frowning.The ministers who followed the funeral also stood behind the queen, pointing and whispering to the strange thing in the sky.

"It's not good—!"

Suddenly, a stunned exclamation came from the back hall, which disturbed the people in front.

Zhao Shengqian turned to face the visitor, frowning: "Who is making such noise and panic in front of the mourning hall?"

The person who came was wearing the costume of a servant in the palace. When he saw Zhao Shengqian in the dragon robe, his legs softened and he knelt down on the ground, hissing and shouting: "Your Majesty, our princess... my princess... "

"What's wrong with the princess?" Sang Youqing, who was standing beside Zhao Chengqian, suddenly had a bad thought in his heart.

"The princess died for the prince!" The servant burst into tears and threw himself on the ground.

"What!" Sang Youqing's mind shook, a feeling of dizziness hit her head, and she was about to fall backwards.

Fortunately, Zhao Sheng had quick eyes and quick hands, and supported her, so he didn't lose his composure.

The princess died in love!

This news shocked not only the emperor and empress, but also the civil and military officials present. They all knelt on the ground and shouted: "My condolences to your majesty, condolences to the empress."

"Get the hell out of here." Zhao Shengqian kicked away a kneeling minister beside him, helped Sang Youqing and rushed into the back hall of the mourning hall: "I didn't see it with my own eyes, so I don't believe a word."

Zhao Shenghao is no longer here, could it be that he can't even protect his widow?

Quickly rushed into the apse, the thunder and lightning continued in the sky, in the huge apse, only the servants who had heard the news came, weeping and weeping around the huge coffin, but there was no one in Chu Qing.

Zhao Shenggan's face turned pale, and he rushed to the coffin with the distraught Sang Youqing. The scene that caught their eyes shocked the two of them.

Sang Youqing covered her lips with her hands in disbelief, tears pouring out uncontrollably.

In the coffin, Zhao Shenghao was supposed to be alone, but at this moment Chu Qing was lying beside him with a peaceful expression, with a beautiful smile on his lips, and in her hand on Zhao Shenghao's chest, she was holding a small porcelain bottle.

"How could this be so!" Zhao Shengqian swayed and almost didn't fall.

He raised his hand to hold the edge of the coffin, stared at the two people in the coffin, pursed his lips and remained silent.

However, anyone could see the trembling on his lips.

"Princess—!" A woman's call came hastily from outside the palace.

The sound of footsteps came, and it was the four servant girls who had been sent out by Chu Qing before rushing in.

The one who walked in the front was of course Jiujiu who was a master of martial arts. She held a piece of letter paper in her hand. The paper also fell down and fluttered to the ground.

"It's all me, it's all my fault... I shouldn't have listened to her at all, left her, left her here alone..." Sang Youqing covered her lips, her huge self-blame almost swallowed her Exhausted.

"master--!"

When the other servant girls who followed behind saw this scene, they knelt down on the ground, covering their faces and weeping.

Suddenly, Zhao Shengqian came to his senses and shouted loudly: "The imperial doctor! Send it to the imperial doctor!"

Coincidentally, among the ministers accompanying the funeral, Zhang He, who belonged to the imperial physician, was also among them.Hearing His Majesty's summons, he walked over without daring to delay. "Weichen..."

"Quick! See if the princess is still alive." Zhao Shengqian interrupted him directly, urging him to diagnose and treat Chu Qing.

Zhang He bowed his head and promised, walked over, put his hand into the coffin, put his fingers on Chu Qing's veins, came over for a while, checked her breath, and finally shook his head and retreated.

This action is enough to tell everyone the result.Zhang He walked up to Zhao Shengqian, and said with shame on his face: "Your Majesty, the concubine's breath is exhausted, and the gods cannot save her."

When Zhao Sheng heard this, he directly stretched out his hand to hold Zhang He's lapel and brought him up in front of him, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "I know that in your school, there are seniors who are friends with King Xiaoyao, and the poison in the hands of the princess It must have come from him, don’t tell me you can’t solve it.”

Zhang He quickly lowered his eyes, and hastily explained: "Your Majesty, it's not that the minister deliberately concealed it. It's just that the princess is already dead, and even if the minister can concoct the antidote, it can't bring people back to life."

The words were true, but Zhao Shengqian ignored the flash of panic in the depths of Zhang He's eyes.

He let go of Zhang He's skirt, looked at the two people embracing each other in the coffin, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)