The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 225:

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She had made great achievements in saving the country, but was she rewarded with such kindness?

A ruined palace, a ruined life, from now on she was trapped in a palace a few feet long, unable to move even an inch, and became a slave to him alone?

He… is always so cold and selfish.

She smiled lightly, a little dazed and a little determined, raised her eyelashes, and said softly: “I obey your Majesty’s instructions.”

“Mingying.” A hint of joy flashed in Emperor Tiansheng’s eyes. He held her hand and turned around the curtains, “Come…let me take a good look at you…”

Thick and thick curtains of bright yellow gold threads are woven across the deep hall. Turning layer by layer is like turning around in a life that is constantly painful and dangerous. It is heavy and oppressive, and it is suffocating. Those who have been The swaying gauze blown by the wind is like spider silk that is hard to scratch. When touched, it will burst with a “chila”.

He held her shoulder. In front of him, there was a jade couch with bead curtains and a room filled with agarwood.

Who is holding whose hand at this moment, eager to rush to the gentle land that has been expected for many years.

Who is in whose arms at this moment, waiting for the decisive end of a life of suffering and struggle.

Emperor Tian Sheng sat down with Mrs. Feng in his arms, and with the candle flickering red, he carefully looked at the beauty’s bright features, his eyes were intoxicated, and for a long time, his fingers gently fell on Mrs. Feng’s collar.

“Your Majesty…” Mrs. Feng gave in gently.

Emperor Tiansheng was startled, and a heavy gloom formed between his brows.

“This light… is so embarrassing…” Mrs. Feng’s face turned red as she pointed to the lady’s candlestick.

Emperor Tiansheng smiled and let go. Mrs. Feng stood up and blew out the candle.

Darkness fell, and a little pale light came through behind the curtain. Emperor Tiansheng lazily lay down on the couch, waiting for the woman to come meandering through the darkness, piercing her fingers through flowers, and heading to Wushan together.

“Bang.”

The sound was dull, and the entire bed shook slightly.

With half-closed eyes, Emperor Tiansheng, who was intoxicated in a sweet dream, suddenly felt as if Liang Chengchen had been knocked down and jumped up in panic.

“What’s going on?”

No one answered him, and the palace people were all pushed back outside the palace. There was a faint rust-like atmosphere in the darkness, which was frighteningly familiar.

“Mingying!”

As soon as Emperor Tiansheng put his feet into the slippers under the couch, he felt that the shoes were damp. In the blink of an eye, he vaguely saw Mrs. Feng lying on the ground, and a pool of dark liquid spread quietly on the golden brick floor.

He rushed over and opened the curtain with a crash. The skylight poured in instantly, illuminating the palace with a dazzling red.

“Your Majesty…” Mrs. Feng was dying and stretched out her hand to him in a pool of blood. Her **** fingers were like jade, “I…”

Emperor Tiansheng was stunned there. He saw at a glance that the gold-plated bed foot beside her head was dyed a shocking bright red. Just now…she just bumped into it like this, using her temples accurately and cruelly, resolutely and Without leaving any strength behind, he smashed himself into pieces.

For a moment, he was angry, sad, a little disappointed and confused. He avoided the blood spreading to his feet and asked her dreamily: “Why…why…you hate me so much… …”

“No…” Mrs. Feng still insisted on stretching out her hand to him, with a sad look on her face. Blood gurgled from her forehead, staining her temples and making them wet. She didn’t feel terrible, but felt sad.

“Your Majesty…” Her long eyelashes gradually became stained with tears, “Mingying suffered a heavy haemorrhage during childbirth, and later she was unable to maintain food and clothing. She was poor for many years…and she developed a woman’s disease…such a body …How can I be worthy…how can I be worthy of serving His Majesty…Mingying regards Your Majesty as a god…how can he be so dirty…blasphemous…”

Emperor Tiansheng was stunned there. Heat surged in his heart, pressing into his eyes, and he finally shed tears.

“Mingying!” He finally came close to her and held the hand she handed over. If he couldn’t avoid the sticky blood, tears fell drop by drop, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier… Just let the imperial doctor take a look at you, even if …Even if it cannot be cured…it will not hurt my love for you…”

Then he turned around and shouted: “Call the imperial doctor! Tell the imperial doctor to get here immediately!”

The people outside the palace crawled away. Emperor Tiansheng held the woman in his arms, feeling empty in his heart.

“I am such an unclean and unfaithful woman…” Mrs. Feng gently put her hand into his, looking up at Emperor Tiansheng sadly, “Keep it… you will eventually bring happiness to His Majesty. Come and cause trouble… The princes look down on you… Your Majesty is struggling every step of the way… I’ve watched these years… and I’m frightened for you… uneasy… Mingying can’t beg calmly just because of… her own miserable life… The existence… brings… hidden dangers to His Majesty…”

” It’s hard for you…it’s just a pity for you to think about me like this…”

“Twenty years ago… Mingying could die for Your Majesty…” A smile on the corner of Mrs. Feng’s lips was as gentle as a white lotus, blooming far away in the lonely palace, “Although… I took the wrong path… but Mingying can finally…die for His Majesty…so happy…so…happy…”

Emperor Tiansheng held her tightly, feeling the hot blood flowing continuously, feeling that her life was flowing away bit by bit in such affectionate narration, and in the midst of heartache, he felt that she was indeed for He died, so aggrieved and yet so understanding of justice, just like he did twenty years ago…

“Twenty years ago…” Mrs. Feng murmured, smiling, with a bit of bright joy on her face.

“Twenty years ago…” Emperor Tiansheng murmured again, his eyes blurred with tears.

Time seemed to fade away quickly at this moment, and the white hair turned black and the face rejuvenated, and the girl with black hair and eyes from twenty years ago appeared. In the blood-stained yellow sand, a sword split like lightning, and a gun was stabbed at him. The hand on the chest is chopped off.

“Lord! I’m here to save you!”

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was her smiling face, the blood-stained red armor, and a long arrow stabbing into her shoulder. Encircled by an enemy group ten times your own.

Such a brutal battle…

He was too injured to fight anymore, so she had to fight alone. The frail girl tied the heavy man to her back with a belt and charged into the enemy group. He looked weakly at her sword rising and falling, Splattering other people’s blood and her own blood, seeing that she couldn’t carry him, she knelt on the ground and moved little by little. Her knees rubbed against the rugged ground until her flesh and blood were blurred… Those hot blood drops splashed into his eyes. , hotter than tears, he swore to himself in such a burning heart… If he could get out alive… he would… definitely treat her well…