True Phoenix and Virtual Phoenix

Who is that child?Why is it here so late?

Yalan hastily pulled up the last bit of strength to support her crooked body and sat upright. Seeing this, the maids rushed forward to help her up, but saw that the Leng Gong empress had spent a lot of effort to sit upright. After that, he didn't speak, just lowered his head silently.

"Your Majesty?" The maids stood aside stupidly, not knowing what to do, so they could only step forward and ask.

Yalan suppressed the turbulent emotions in her heart. At this moment, the expression on her face was so calm that she could no longer be calm. With tears in her eyes, she looked sadly at the maids, and said in a half-powerless and half-begging tone: "The person who is about to die, just let me go!" Please forgive me for once and let me be alone for a while. The blood can't be stopped by rubbing it, so why let everyone waste their efforts? Cough, cough—"

Coughing feebly for a while, Yalan suddenly frowned, and suddenly suppressed the disgust that surged up from her abdomen, and the familiar and familiar fishy sweetness invaded her throat violently, she could only bite her lips tightly Swallow it.

The maids thought she was going to cough up blood again, and they had already prepared spittoons, towels, and water basins, but they saw that she calmed down again after a fierce struggle, but her face was even more unreal.

Seeing that these servants still refused to leave, Yalan frowned slightly and closed her eyes lightly, she leaned her head against the hollowed-out wood carving beside the bed, and said nothing.

Four or five court ladies looked at each other in blank dismay, until the eldest maid in purple lowered her eyes and curtseyed and exited the door, and then the other lower ranks followed in a hurry.Seeing someone coming out, the baby quickly ran away from the door, and didn't dare to sneak back until those people were far away, squatting on the edge of the door and looking inside.

There was only one seriously ill woman left in the room. Her desolate and lonely figure was reflected by the dim oil lamp. The baby wanted to open the door and tell her that he was the child she gave birth to five years ago, sitting on her bedside to accompany her. Hold her, let her thin arms wrap around her, put her head in her arms, and call her mother, so that the last half of her precarious life will be free from regrets and desolate.

"mother!"

"..."

"Mother?"

"..."

Yalan ignored Baobao, no matter whether he used a commoner title or that unattainable honor.

But the baby believed that she was aware of his existence, and pushed the door open a slit that was as wide as one person in doubt, trying to sneak in quietly while the maids were away.

"You go! Do your part." The woman who had been silent all this time cast a cold glance at Gu Baobao, spit out words like ice blades in an emotionless tone, and turned her body stiffly inside. Look at the baby again.

The baby stared suspiciously at the person who was clearly excited a second ago but was as cold as ice at the moment, and took another step forward with his little feet without listening to the advice.The figure with its back turned to him moved a little further away, almost uttering a word like a roar

--roll!

What exactly happened here?She had clearly recognized herself, and she was clearly very ill, so why would she refuse to meet him even when she was dying, and chased him away just by opening her mouth! ?

There was a throbbing pain in his heart, and the baby stood by the door in a daze, not knowing whether to advance or retreat, tears swirled in his eyes.

Two lines of clear tears slipped from Yalan's deep pool-like pupils and gathered on the pointed chin, soaking the brocade quilt drop by drop.The sky was also moved by it, clouds and mist shrouded in layers, covering up the already miserable moonlight, cracks and thunderbolts suddenly cut through the dark night sky, and rain fell like crazy.

Gu Baobao was startled by the violent thunderclap, moved his feet forward a small step and then stopped. He could see Yalan wheezing violently as if he was short of breath, undulating his shoulders, but he couldn't see Yalan's approaching Crying like death.

Yalan didn't understand why Ruoyun suddenly appeared in the cold palace, outside her room. She only knew that when the emperor came to see her for the last time yesterday, she held the last hope in her heart and asked in a trembling voice, "Where is Ruoyalan's day?" How will the emperor deal with the dragon species that can be left behind for the emperor? ' The answer was a silent turn.

The emperor didn't speak, but he answered her words plainly, with only two words - kill!

Can't recognize, can't recognize, recognizing him will only harm him!