sheep hunt

"Ziling? Teacher Ziling???"

Feeling the weight of Han Ziling's body leaning on him, Huang Yifan became a little flustered, and when he saw Han Ziling's face clearly, it was even more like a lightning strike, and immediately picked him up horizontally, shouting loudly: "Imperial doctor- --Call the imperial physician----"

Eunuch Hai, who was guarding outside, looked for Ji Sufeng with trembling legs again.

After putting Han Ziling on the bed, Huang Yifan wiped the blood from his lips with trembling hands: "Mr. Ziling, Mr. Ziling...be patient... At least, at least you have to wait for me..."

However, the blood was wiped more and more, not only stained his hands, but also wiped Han Ziling's face full of blood.

"What's the matter, is the sick emperor sick? Why is Eunuch Hai so anxious to find the imperial doctor——"

Huang Feiyan's relaxed voice was immediately stunned after seeing the situation of Huang Yifan and Han Ziling clearly.

After a short pause, he quickly rushed to the bed, his blood-red eyes widened, and he looked at Han Ziling's pale but blood-stained face in disbelief. ..."

Han Ziling's eyes were slack, he stared at Huang Yifan powerlessly, the corners of his eyes slid down the transparent water again, his throat rolled, and he wanted to say something, but a lot of blood kept gushing out.

Seeing this, Huang Feiyan seemed to have been awakened. He pulled Huang Yifan's collar, pulled him away instantly, and tightened his hands: "What did you do to him? What did you do to uncle??? You Tell me, what have you done!"

Huang Yifan was dumbfounded, his eyes were fixed on Han Ziling, no matter how Huang Feiyan treated him, he didn't respond, but stared at Han Ziling deeply, deeply.

Huang Fei was so angry that he wanted to strangle Huang Yifan to death. Seeing that he could not get any useful information from him, he let go of his hands fiercely, pushed Huang Yifan to the ground, returned to the bed, hugged Han Ziling, and swore Open the mouth: "Uncle, I want to save you, and I will definitely save you."

His hand passed through Han Ziling's arm and put it on his back neck. He was about to stand up, but Han Ziling's slender and weak hand grabbed the front of his chest and tightened it with all his strength. His fingers turned white , the whole hand was trembling slightly: "No...no need..."

He said those words with difficulty, his eyes dimmed more and more.

He closed his eyes gently, shook his head:

"...I knew... knew that there would be such a... such a day..."

It's just that he didn't expect it to be so fast, his other hand tremblingly caressed his abdomen, and the tears in the corners of his eyes flowed more urgently.

Actually...he didn't want to die...

"Uncle???"

Huang Feiyan's voice was choked with sobs, her face was sad, and she hugged him tightly:

"No, please don't be like this...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so bad before..."

Although blood gushed from Han Ziling's throat uninterruptedly, the corners of his trembling lips were trying hard to raise them.

After he completely covered his abdomen with his palms, he raised his thick eyelashes with difficulty, and with already somewhat dazed eyes, he tried hard to focus on Huang Feiyan: "You...I forgive you..."

He thought he would die in Huang Yifan's arms, but unexpectedly, it was Huang Feiyan.

And at this moment, Huang Yifan got up from the ground like a walking corpse, approaching the bed instinctively, approaching Han Ziling...

Hearing Han Ziling's words of forgiveness, Huang Feiyan was amnesty, and buried her head on Han Ziling's neck: "Uncle, don't die, okay...don't leave, okay, as long as you are well, let me do whatever...I...I still Didn't tell me how I feel about you...I did those bad things because I was jealous...I'm jealous that you treat Huang Yifan so well...I regret it, actually, I love you..."

He buried his head in Han Ziling's neck, and felt the wet and hot tears under the corners of Han Ziling's eyes. He was so uncomfortable that he was about to die, his heart was so congested that he couldn't breathe, but he couldn't shed half a tear.

Why is this happening? ? ?

As his mother and concubine said, he has no emotion, so he can't even fully express his sadness? ? ?

Han Ziling's tears flowed down his neck and stained Huang Feiyan's cheeks, almost scalding Huang Feiyan's heart.

Huang Feiyan sobbed and choked, her blood-red eyes were filled with sadness, inside was broken blood, but there was no trace of moisture.

Han Ziling's hand gradually weakened, and it slid down Huang Feiyan's lapel. Huang Feiyan was startled, raised his head suddenly, and reached out to hold Han Ziling's slipping hand: "Uncle, uncle...fake, it's all fake. Everything is fake, right…”

His voice was full of panic and helplessness.

However, the ending that has been set will never be changed because of his sadness.

Han Ziling's eyes were powerless, and finally closed slowly, the thick and long eyelashes left a row of fragile and vulnerable shadows on the pale skin without life.

"No----Uncle---Ziling----"

Huang Feiyan wailed like a wounded beast that had lost its beloved, he raised Han Ziling's hand that was held by him, and buried his face in it.

When he realized that his vitality was completely withdrawn from Han Ziling's body, all his sudden sadness and pain erupted.

When his face was buried in Han Ziling's hands, a cold liquid finally slipped down from his eye sockets.

His mother and concubine said that he only had blood and no tears.

However, he still shed tears...

Feng Yang rushed all the way back, and happened to run into Ji Sufeng at the gate of the palace. When he saw Ji Sufeng, he frowned and asked, "Is my senior brother in the palace?"

Ji Sufeng's eyes widened, thinking about Huang Yifan's order, he shook his head: "No."

"real???"

There was a look of disappointment on Feng Yang's face. After so many days of searching, he was in a mess of travel and dust, and there were countless bloodshot eyes, and a newborn stubble appeared on his chin.

Ji Sufeng watched his eyes change from eager longing to sad disappointment, and his heart was a little blocked.

Feng Yang has deep affection for Han Ziling, and Han Ziling is about to pass away, is he really going to prevent their seniors from seeing each other for the last time because of Huang Yifan's selfish desires? ? ?

Ji Sufeng hesitated a little, but then thought that Huang Feiyan already knew that Han Ziling was in the palace, and there was no point in hiding it now, so he sighed: "I'm sorry, Feng Yang, your senior brother is in the emperor's Panlong Palace."

As soon as these words came out, Feng Yang's figure disappeared like lightning.

When it reappeared, it was already in Panlong Palace.

The strong sorrowful atmosphere in the Panlong Palace made him stop his leaping body involuntarily. He rushed in and saw Huang Yifan kneeling beside the bed in embarrassment. Huang Feiyan hugged his senior brother and buried his head in his senior brother's hands. …cry? ? ?

An uncontrollable uneasiness rose from the bottom of his heart, and Feng Yang slowly approached the three of them.

"What's going on here?"

He asked softly, but no one answered him.

"Brother, what happened to him?"

Feng Yang was getting closer and closer.

He saw Han Ziling's pale face.

He saw Han Ziling's closed eyes.

He saw Han Ziling's blood.

He saw that his senior brother did not open his eyes to meet him.

"Brother?"

Feng Yang spoke dreamily, his voice trembling, and the doubts on his face were mixed with deep fear.

He stretched out his hand and pushed Huang Feiyan:

"Let go of my brother."

Huang Feiyan's body tilted, almost fell over, Han Ziling's hand that was held by him also slipped down, and landed on the side of the bed---Huang Yifan, Huang Yifan seemed to be slipped by the hand As if waking up with a start, his eyes moved, and he slowly came back to his senses.

But he still only had Han Ziling in his eyes, no Huang Feiyan, no Feng Yang.

He grabbed Han Ziling's hand fascinatedly, put it on his lips and kissed it delicately: "Mr. Ziling, are you tired... are you asleep... It's okay, it's okay... I will come to accompany you right away. "

Han Ziling's fingers were slender and delicate, he kissed carefully, a sweet liquid seemed to slip into his throat, he slowly got up, the three of them were crowded beside the bed, his eyes were empty, and his voice was cold: "You guys Open! Teacher Ziling belongs to me alone!"

Huang Feiyan raised her eyes, wanting to tear her eyes apart:

"you…"

Before he finished speaking, there was a pain in the back of his neck, his eyes went dark, and he fell down.

The next moment, Feng Yang and Huang Yifan received the same treatment.

...

After a while, Ji Sufeng rushed to the Panlong Palace, and was stunned to find that Huang Yifan and the other three were lying on the side of the bed. There were a lot of blood on the bed, but there was no sign of Han Ziling...