Ruolin

Wei Run got the news that day and staggered into the palace, only seeing his mother's coffin and his fainting sister.

Wei Xiang burned for three days, with a high fever all over his body.

Bo Lin looked at the busy palace people coming and going in the bedroom, he disappeared and came to Wei Xiang's bedside.

Her face was pale, and her red lips had lost their color long ago.Bo Lin suddenly felt an unspeakable discomfort in his heart, and he stretched out his finger and placed it gently on Wei Xiang's forehead.

Wei Run accompanied Wei Xiang's bedside, constantly changing the wet cloth on his sister's forehead.

Seeing that Wei Xiang frowned tightly, Bo Lin must have been haunted by a nightmare.He frowned slightly, and then turned into a gleam of blue light into Wei Xiang's dream with a formula.

Wei Xiang had a dream. She dreamed that she was thrown in a wasteland.

At this moment Bo Lin appeared in front of her, he leaned down and said softly.

"I'll walk you home."

"I can't find a home..." Wei Xiang looked up at him, the tears in her eyes were spinning, she finally couldn't hold back, and the tears rolled down her cheeks.

She choked up and could barely speak, "No...it's me...I don't...have any home anymore..."

Bo Lin squatted down, stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms, and patted her on the back lightly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"He... my mother... my mother is his..." Wei Xiang bit her lips tightly, trying to swallow the choking in her throat, "It's his first wife..."

Bo Lin didn't speak, but stroked her hair hanging down her head again and again.

Wei Xiang's tears soon soaked the skirt of his chest, and it became a large swath of dark color.

Wei Xiang woke up, and turned his head to see his brother who was sleeping beside his couch.

Bo Lin is gone...

It dawned on her that she might really...never see him again.

"Emperor..." Si Ming was in a dilemma, earnestly said, "You can't interfere too much with Ah Chi's calamity."

Bo Lin had already returned to the Qinghe Palace at this time, and he turned into a water mirror and saw Wei Xiang's dazed expression after waking up, and his heart ached a little.

"understood."

After a few days, Wei Xiang finally saw his father.

"It's ridiculous." Wei Xianghong looked at him with eyes, suppressed the choking in his throat, and sneered, "Daddy only knows what love is until now." The tears in her eyes rolled down her cheeks, and dripped on the back of her hand with a thud superior.

"You said Concubine Zhao Gui is your wife, and the flesh and blood in her belly is your child."

"Then what is my mother?" Wei Xiang's hand holding the clothes trembled slightly, "Then what are my brother and I?"

Wei Huan didn't answer her, the sunlight coming in from the window reflected on his confused face.

After a long silence, Wei Huan said in a low voice, "Xiang'er...you still don't understand."

Wei Xiang was disheartened, so he was sent to the National Temple by his father to pray for the country.

In another two years, Daliang raised his troops to attack the state of Chao, but Wei Huan was seriously ill at this time, so he made Wei Run the crown prince, and Concubine Zhao took over as the middle palace.

When he was dying, he called Wei Run and Wei Xiang to the sickbed.

The last words he left to his children were, "Daddy is sorry for you...and your mother..."

When Wei Run ascended the throne as emperor, just as the war was at its peak, he hurriedly put on his armor and went into battle. Wei Xiang stayed in the palace for half a year, and Chao Guo was captured.