Yan Ge has been serving at the bed for half a month.

The emperor was about to die, and every time he thought he was going to die.

What else can this guy put up with? It's been over a hundred years, and it's so happy, now it's so uncomfortable to have more air and less air.

Of course, these words will not be said, she is now a queen of affection and affection, talk less and do more things, waiting for this guy to hang before spreading joy.

Emperor Song couldn't stand it anymore. After sobering from the drowsiness again, he finally realized the reality that he was about to hang up.

He prepared a pot of wine and planned to have another drink with the queen.

He half-lay on the bed, looking at the still-beautiful queen.

The woman who pours wine slightly, Wu Fa is scattered, revealing half of the white tenderness around the neck, ten fingers, and arms as thin as white jade between the wrists.

It was such an inconspicuous gesture, but she could also see a natural and charming charm from her.

Throughout his life, he really liked her skin.

She poured the wine, but did not lift it, but looked up and looked at him.

She had a soft voice and called him gently: "Your Majesty ..."

He interrupted her: "Call me son."

She was as good as a stream and called him: "Zi'an."

But did not continue to say.

With her black and white eyes, she looked at him that way, as if to look into his heart.

In that eye, there was no half resentment, only helplessness and grievances.

He was afraid she guessed that he had found something for her and let her go out for a long time. The staff who arranged the funeral were also his own guard.

He thought that what he did could be considered unconscious.

But looking at her face, he thought that she must have guessed.

Yeah, she's so smart, how could she not guess.

He met her gaze and suddenly had such a guilty conscience.

However, it is only one point.

"Junjun," he called, "drinking this bar with you."

She moved her lips, but did not speak again, but instead bowed her head, handed a glass of wine to his hand, and took the other glass in her own hand.

She didn't raise a glass, still staring at him indifferently, the grievance in her eyes gradually became confused.

She whispered softly, and the mosquito called him and asked him, "Zion, why?"

Why?

What he feared most was that she asked why.

He certainly couldn't say that he didn't want to be cuckolded and didn't want him to die like this, but she could continue to live a smart life.

He looked at her with a deep expression of affection: "I want to live with Junjun and die with the same point. I don't want to be born the same year, but I want to die the same day."

He knew it was very unlikely that such words would move her.

So after a few coughs, he grabbed her hand tightly and begged to say, "Jun Jun, when you are alive, you can give you whatever you want. Now I am going to die, this right in this world, You can give up, but you can't bear to you. "

"It's too cold and dark in the coffin. I want to hug you. You are here, even if I die, I have no regrets."

Yan Ge bowed his head and kissed his brows, as if moved, murmured: "Zi'an, I can get you to like it, it is a blessing in my life."

Was she relieved? He felt happy and corrected her with a smile: "It's not just three lives, but one after another."

She reached out, intertwined his arms, put the wine glass to her lips, and she still stared at him, both of whom looked at each other affectionately.

Looking up, the glass of wine was drunk.

She turned the cup upside down and smiled at him.