Chapter 292 (1/2)

”Morning son!” The sweet smell of blood came to her face. Princess Zhao screamed, and she was set on the spot like a root.

”Young master!” Tong Hua is more startled, with a group of people, all silly.

Such an end is doomed.

Yan Jinning stood there with no expression on his face.

Yan Jintian looked at him for the last time, then closed his eyes again. His back leaned against the wall behind him and slid slowly to the ground.

”Morning son!” Princess Zhao broke her heart and cried again. At this time, she suddenly thawed and rushed forward like crazy.

She hugged her son's body.

But the woman's strength is really weak, not only did not support people, but fell with her son on the ground.

In the yard, situ Haichen and Princess Qinghe rushed out when they heard something wrong.

”Wake up! Wake up Princess Zhao knelt on the ground, with her bloody hands holding Yan Jintian's face, crying heartbroken, ”you open your eyes! Can't die! Can't die! Son Son, open your eyes and look at me

Qinghe Princess stood behind her, tears also follow the Susu of the fall.

Whether it was her brother, or someone she had been in love with, suddenly died in front of her eyes in such a tragic way She didn't feel well either.

”Son!” Princess Zhao, holding Yan Jintian's body, was still roaring: ”it's all the mother's fault, it's the mother's negligence. She didn't take care of you. You wake up, get up, you hit me, scold me? Please, please, please, your son, open your eyes, open your eyes... ”

She cried again and again, yelled again and again.

The yard was full of people, but no one else could be heard except the woman's heartrending cry.

Princess Zhao cried for a long time, until the hand she held tightly in her hand was completely cold. Even if she held it tightly, she could not warm it with her body temperature. Only then did she slowly accept the fact that her son was no longer in the world.

She slowly knelt straight, tears on her face dried up, took out the veil from her arms, and carefully wiped Yan Jintian's face.

”Mother's wife!” Princess Qinghe sobbed and knelt down, holding her shoulder from behind.

At this time, the seriously injured king of Zhao also walked to the door, staring at this side in silence.

Princess Zhao was aware of his existence, but did not look back. Her eyes were fixed on her son's face, and she couldn't bear to move away for a moment. Her voice was smooth but not emotional.

”Qing'er, do you still recognize me as a mother?” She asked.

It's a little puzzling.

”Why does she say that? You are my mother. You are the mother who gave birth to me, raised me and loved me! ” Qinghe County main road, the tears also follow surging down.

”Good!” Princess Zhao nodded, but the tone seemed to take some kind of great Revenge of pleasure, ”you still recognize me!”

Yan Jinning intuitively felt that something was wrong, but before he could understand it, he heard the exclamation of Princess Qinghe and situ Haichen: ”mother Princess!” Princess Zhao, holding the broken sword in her hands, threw herself into the arms of Princess Qinghe with blood seeping from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were empty and she looked up at the sky with deep hatred. She said in a voice of hatred: ”don't bury me and that clothed animal together. I won't go to the ancestral grave of their master's family.