Chapter 79： 目目山南无燕飞 (1/2)

The man should wait for a long time, the body of the clothes is wet and wet, and there is a layer of frost on his shoulders. The man is licking his back and coughing his mouth, as if he is a broken branch that will be broken at any time. .

Xiao Yu'an walked a few steps forward, and the voice was interrupted by surprise: ”Zhao Gonggong, why are you... why... I haven't left yet.”

”The emperor.” Zhao Gonggong’s voice was hoarse and hoarse: ”The emperor has not gone, how can the old slaves go?”

Xiao Yu'an moved for a moment and quickly let Zhao Gonggong enter the palace.

Zhao Gonggong saw that Xiao Yu'an's clothes were dressed in chaos, and he quickly made clothes for him. The clothes of the emperor were dressed in full swing. Zhao Gonggong lowered his head and tried his best as usual. It seems that today is just normal.

”Zhao Gonggong... Can you blame me? Blame me didn't listen to you at the beginning?” Xiao Yuan took a deep breath and asked.

”The emperor, the old slave is old, too old, can't remember what he once said that makes the emperor so worried.” Zhao Gonggong said.

Xiao Yu’an was in his throat, and he couldn’t speak for a long time.

”The emperor, wait for you, really want to...” Zhao Gonggong did not finish, suddenly coughed up, the sound seemed to be dull from the chest.

Xiao Yuan quickly reached for his back, Zhao Gonggong was afraid, and quickly stopped.

Xiao Yu'an reluctantly took back his hand and whispered: ”Yes, I only hope that the enemy of Nanyan State will hurt the people in my city, Zhao Gonggong, you still have to go, it really can't be left here.”

Zhao Gonggong’s back suddenly became more awkward. He was like a fire that was burned in the drizzle. There were only some unrecyclable ash left. He shuddered and said: ”The emperor, let the old slave give the emperor another shot. Let's be like the emperor.”

Xiao Yu'an nodded and sat down with a wooden chair. The messy palace, Zhao Gonggong finally found a gray hair band. He carefully put Xiao Yu'an's hair in a good shape, as if he had done something big. In one breath, Zhao Gonggong leaned over and bowed down, then turned and walked out of the palace.

He dragged his body and walked away from the wind and snow. Between the heavens and the earth, his body looked so thin and thin. He went all the way to the palace and went to worship the Temple of Heaven. He coughed from the ninety-nine. The steps slammed up and almost killed the old man.

Zhao Gonggong stood on the Temple of Heaven, and then piously voted for the land, and bowed his head to the ground with respect and respect. He said: ”I am Zhao, who has been in the palace for more than 40 years, serving the three generations of kings, and accepting the emperor, this life is grateful, may Huang Quan Underneath, can serve the emperor first emperor, today, knowing the heavenly sacrifice requires a living sacrifice, but asks the heavens to listen to the old slave, not asking the little emperor to be rich and prosperous in this life, only to ask him to be healthy for a lifetime, no big, no Serious illness, the old slave is willing to sacrifice.”

After that, Zhao Gonggong slowly stood up, his knee bones trembled because of the cold, he stood on the temple of heaven, facing the snow, and then he did not hesitate to jump from the altar.

The moment the red blood sprinkled on the weeds, the hair band on Xiao Yu’an’s head suddenly broke.

Xiao Yu'an was all scattered in the blue silk. He squatted for a moment, leaned over and picked up the gray hair band, placed it with Zhu Hong's hairpin and white jade hairpin, and carefully put it into his close-fitting clothes. Then he held the national and northern maps in both hands. Step outside the imperial city.

The snow in the Northland screamed with sorrow and sorrow, and there were thousands of people in the Imperial City. They didn’t see a single figure. The white door was standing in front of the household, like a dead city in a silent millennium.

Xiao Yuan walked slowly toward the gate with snow. He was only a thin white coat, the wind was biting, and the temperature of his body was ruthlessly taken away. Xiao Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, his throat was dry and painful, and his limbs gradually became numb.

But he can't stop.

I don’t know where it’s faintly crying and crying, and the crying cry of sorrow sent Xiao Yu’an to the gate of the city.