since your farewell

The palace gate was quickly repaired by craftsmen—? New, Zhou Nan sent Zhou Sheng back to the palace. Now that he looks like this, I’m afraid it’s not good to stay in the harem. Zhou Nan asked Zhang Yong to take him to the Imperial Study Room, but he didn’t. After a few days, Zhou Sheng clamored to see her.

"I...your mother's queen..."

He spoke with great effort—for a while, Zhou Nan finally understood that he wanted to stay in the queen's bedroom. After thinking about it—for a while, he agreed.The queen mother seldom goes back to the palace on weekdays, where does she often stay? The place is the White Horse Temple, so he can go whenever he wants.

I haven't told him about Zhou Yu's succession to the throne. Zhou Nan planned to pick a time to confess to him, but unexpectedly, he overheard his conversation with Master.

He seemed to be asleep at that time. Cassia hurried in to find Zhou Nan. The antidote she had developed for ice soul had some effect. Can't wait for Zhou Nan to try it. Zhou Nan was also a little surprised. Didn't have time to take care of him.

However, the result was not very satisfactory. When the experiment was carried out on a criminal, the person was poisoned for a short time, so after using the medicine several times, the poison was quickly detoxified, but Zhou Nan was too poisoned. After so many years, Bing Po has almost merged with her—a body, even if it is an antidote, it will not be of much use to her.

"How could this be?"

Cassia was very disappointed, but Zhou Nan was very calm. She had already accepted the fact that the Ice Apparition's invasion of her these years had penetrated deep into her bones, and she was completely used to its devouring.

"Master, is it okay?"

"How did that happen?"

Cassia's eyes turned red immediately. She had worked so hard for so many years, but she couldn't keep up with the pace of time.

"Nannan, don't you? Can something happen..."

She raised her head and looked around - circle, this is Wei Jun's bedroom, a place she is familiar with, Wei Jun has passed away, but she couldn't even save her favorite daughter? When she came back, she suddenly lost control of her emotions .

"No? All right, Master can't let you have trouble, Changhong must die."

"Master!"

Zhou Nan stopped her,

"You promised my apprentice that she is his son-in-law."

"If she is dead, disciple will? Will not? Will be alive."

"Well? What do you do? Nan Nan, you are still so young."

Cassia hugged her tightly, thinking that there would be hope for the antidote, so she agreed to Zhou Nan not to kill Changhong. She could freeze Zhou Nan and keep her alive until the antidote was developed. She took it, but now that the antidote has been developed, it doesn't work for her anymore, how could she just watch Tu'er poisoned and died?

"Cough cough..."

The person on the bed suddenly coughed violently, and Zhou Nan looked back immediately in shock. Zhou Sheng raised his head vigorously and stared at her with bulging eyes.

"You... poisoned..."

Cassia was also a little bit at a loss, he was too impulsive just now, didn't he pay attention? When did he wake up, but Zhou Sheng can no longer move independently, and his movements are under control, otherwise It's troublesome.

"Father, take a good rest, don't you? You have to worry about these things."

Zhou Nan looked outside the door and closed it. Fortunately, Situ Che led the troops out to search for the whereabouts of the poison king. He is not in the palace right now.

But Zhou Sheng apparently didn't have any plans to worry about it. He—had always thought that Zhou Nan was fine. Now that he heard that she had been poisoned for so long, how could she not respond?

"Prince Chu...you..."

"My son is not competent, so I ask my father to forgive me."

After saying this, Zhou Sheng was a little out of breath immediately. He lost his strength and collapsed on the bed with shortness of breath. Cassia could only give him medicine, but with his appearance, he might not be able to maintain it even if he took medicine. ? How long has it been.

"Master, don't mention this matter again in the future."

She is firm, Jue Ming knows that there is no room for negotiation on this matter, if she tells Situ Che rashly, she will not agree even if Situ Che is willing to do so. Misfortune, I can only nod in agreement.

"Father, it was my idea that the crown prince was deposed. He is not at fault, and he is capable of serving as the crown prince. My son's life will not last long, and I really can't fulfill your expectations. Please Consider setting up a new king."

"No?……"

Zhou Sheng's five fingers were bent like claws, his veins were obvious, his lips were trembling, and he was very emotional.

"Situ Che...Changhong..."

Zhou Nan's eyes became cold, and he heard everything.

"Kill...kill...her..."

—? Repeated this sentence all the time? Zhou Sheng stared at her closely, and then shook out from his sleeves—? Juanming? Yellow brocade cloth, it was——an imperial decree.

Cassia? Open it—look, sure enough, it is the imperial decree to establish Zhou Nan as the emperor, and the seal is stamped. It should be written at the same time as the imperial edict for concubine Hua's death.

"Father, there is no Changhong in this world, there has never been one."

Zhou Nan rolled up the imperial decree and stuffed it back into his sleeve.

Hearing what she said, Zhou Sheng burst into a mouthful of black blood. He taught her so many emperor skills from childhood to university, but in the end, she couldn't even save her life.

"Father!"

Unexpectedly, he fell off the bed directly, probably trying to get someone to kill Situ Che. Zhou Nan helped him back, and he firmly grabbed Zhou Nan's wrist with a few fingers.

"Kill...kill her!"

A turbid voice burst out, and the life of the emperor of this era came to an abrupt end. The longan was wide open, and he could not rest in peace when he died.

The strength in her hand loosened, and several red marks appeared on Zhou Nan's wrist. She closed Zhou Sheng's eyes with this hand, with a sad expression on her face.

"Isn't my minister? Filial piety, I'm going to resist the decree."

"Nan Nan..."

"Father died?"

Zhou Eucalyptus was brought in by Cassia from the path. When he heard the news, he still couldn't believe it. It wasn't until he saw his body on the bed that he took a deep breath.

"Miss Huang, what are you going to do?"

Zhou Nan was sitting at the table, and was writing on the silk brocade—?pen—?scribing. At this time, there were only the two of them in the room. To avoid embarrassment, Zhou Nan left first.

"sit".

Hearing this, Zhou An sat down and leaned closer to read what she wrote, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

She copied Zhou Sheng's imperial decree almost intact - several times, slightly changed some words - after all, men and women are different, and then changed her? Name to Zhou An's? The name and handwriting imitated Zhou Sheng's authenticity.

After finishing writing, he took the emperor's seal and stamped it as if nothing had happened. It was frightening to see. If he didn't know it, he would think that she was practicing calligraphy and painting for entertainment. Who would have thought that she was forging the imperial decree? ?

In this way, Zhou Yu naturally knew that Zhou Sheng wanted to make her the emperor, and disappointment flashed in his eyes. This was the expected result, but it was still disappointing. He restrained himself Didn't show it.

"How did you get there? It's not that important."

Knowing what he was thinking, Zhou Nan still reminded him——sentence, if he can become—? Generation? Renjun, who will pursue him after thousands of years? How did the throne come about?

After doing all these things well, Zhou Nan put the original imperial decree back into his sleeve, and planned to go out with the false decree.

"Miss Huang, please stay!"

Zhou Yu hurriedly stopped her.

"what happened?"

Words? Although? Saying so, she stopped early, as if—? had been waiting for him to speak.

"The imperial decree...how does Miss Huang plan to deal with it?"

It was an imperial decree written by Zhou Sheng himself, and it was evidence that could kill him at any time. If he didn't know where he was going, he might not be able to sleep well every night in the future, as if there was an invisible... The knife rests on the neck.

"Remember what you promised me?"

"I don't think so? I will attack the major general."

"How to guarantee?"

Zhou Yu was startled, and then realized that she was going to leave the imperial decree to Situ Che, and her face turned pale.

"But? It's the emperor, how can you guarantee that the major general won't covet the Great Zhou Dynasty?"

Situ Che has the military power in his hand, so Zhou Nan doesn't allow him to attack Situ Che, but if Situ Che's plan goes wrong and he holds such an imperial edict, it may be easy to seize the throne, doesn't he think Zhou Nan will Don't understand this - this point.

"I'm naturally thinking about this point",

Zhou Nan turned around and met his incomprehensible gaze.

"You know that Bengong had a miscarriage a few days ago, will she not be able to conceive her? child again?"

Zhou Yu didn't understand why she said this suddenly, but she still nodded. How many people in the court didn't know about Zhou Nan's miscarriage?

"Then do you think that after Bengong leaves, someone else will have her child?"

He couldn't help but opened his mouth, what Zhou Nan meant was... She wants to make Situ's family extinct?Although it is not clear, anyone who knows how long Zhou Nan will live can imagine that the major general is still young, just at the age of vigorous blood, and the Situ family is thin, waiting for Zhou Nan to pass away. Well, even if she doesn't want to marry again, she will definitely find someone to continue the Situ family's bloodline.

Besides, enduring loneliness for decades? This kind of thing has only been described in books. Who can really do it? So affectionate?

"But... this is too ruthless, the Situ family only has a major general—? people."

"My son-in-law? There is only her—the person."

Zhou Nan couldn't help being moved, even his expression didn't change.

"So, you don't have to worry. A woman with no heirs, even if she wants to be the emperor, she has to think about who she can pass the throne on to before doing it?"

Zhou Yu secretly took a deep breath, his? Imperial sister is real? Heartless and unfeeling, Situ Che is so delicate and beautiful, brave and sunny, with a bright future? A young hero...she looks—? Like an eunuch, Zhou Nan is still alive, and the relationship between the two is very good. Maybe Zhou Nan secretly gave her some medicine.

"She is Bengong's wife, and Bengong wants to monopolize her. This is an amulet for her."

Zhou Nan raised her sleeves. Situ Che would never rebel. Apart from the relationship between the two, her identity and ancestral precepts would not allow it. Now that Zhou An has become stronger, as a domineering? emperor, he will inevitably attack the powerful ministers who are heavily armed. Situ Che is the first to bear the brunt.

After studying the emperor's art for so many years, she never easily believed in the promises made by others. If he attacked Situ Che, her major general would not have a self-defense weapon at that time.

This decree is a constraint, it can make Zhou An always remember today, so he doesn't dare to act rashly.

"If she is the first to rebel against her, and you attack her, won't this palace count you as breaking your promise?"

After weighing it for a long time, as long as Situ Che stays peacefully, he won't? Do anything to her. After all, he also admires the major general very much.

Zhou Yuming understood that if he didn't agree, he might not have a chance to be enthroned, so he finally nodded slightly.

The author has something to say: Changed the words in Chapter 5. The princess saw through the scent that the young general’s disguise as a man was not based on the scent, and the scent was just the reason for her doubts. Readers who have doubts here can go back and read the article carefully. When the general approached her, she purposely put her hand on the major general's wrist to feel the pulse, feel the pulse...