The Great Tang: World Martial God

Lizheng Hall.

Tang Wang was close to ministers, princes, court ladies, and eunuchs with extremely solemn expressions, standing outside the hall.

Many people have wet eyes and secretly wiped their tears.

On the soft couch near the window, Empress Changsun closed her eyes tightly, her face pale, and she lay quietly there.

Several helpless doctors knelt on the side of the bed trembling with anxiety on their faces.

Wang Wang stood before the collapse, his solemn face looked like ten thousand years of ice.

suddenly.

There was a little commotion at the entrance of the hall.

Suddenly seeing the savior, Changsun Wuji tremblingly pulled Tang Hao oncoming, tears crisscrossing, and choked.

"Nephew! Go and see the queen!"

The people at the door looked eagerly at this young man with the same sad face.

Tang Hao's throat twitched, an inexplicable sorrow and grief surged into his heart, and he slowly touched the cold, slightly dry hands, said.

"Master Changsun, I will try my best."

Having said that, as soon as he stepped into the gate of this temple, an ominous premonition quietly crawled into his heart.

Looking at the figure standing in front of the window, Tang Hao said slowly.

"Chen, I have seen your Majesty."

Wang Wang slowly turned around and stared at Tang Hao, with a hint of hope in the depths of his eyes.

"Come on, just take a look."

The hoarse voice no longer has the majesty of the past, revealing a touch of helplessness and a touch of hopelessness.

Tang Hao nodded slightly, got up, and slowly put his bare hands across the clothes.

The faint beating is so small that it will be ignored inadvertently.

Obviously it is a preview of the coming time.

Tang Hao slowly let go of his hand, and slowly withdrew to the side of the curtain, silent.

Although it was silent, everyone could understand it.

Outside the hall, there were sparse weeping sounds.

The rustling cry of rustling adds a sadness to this quiet hall.

Wang Wang slowly raised his head, looking at the magnificent dome, his eyes moistened.

There is no medicine for medicine stone.

Tang Wang's mood instantly fell into the ice cellar, but he didn't get furious because of it.

I do not know how long it has been.

Empress Changsun on the soft couch, her eyebrows fluttered slightly, and her heavy eyes opened slowly.

"His Majesty."

A cry as thin as a mosquito was exhaled from the bloodless lips.

King Tang's figure was shaken, he suddenly looked at the figure on the bed, leaned down, and grabbed the cold jade hand of Empress Changsun.

"The concubines... have something... to Tang Hao."

It seems that these words will take a huge amount of effort, and it is very difficult to say just a few words.

King Tang tried his best to control his emotions, and said tremblingly.

"You should rest, if you have something... I'll talk about it tomorrow."

At this time, the emperor was no longer as cold as before, but more of a touch of tenderness.

The lying person, weak and weak, shook his head slightly, and said intermittently.

"The concubine... the concubine is afraid... if you don't talk about it today...then...there will be no...opportunity."

Wang Wang slowly stood up, turned his head slightly, and said in a low voice.

"Tang Hao, come here, the others wait and withdraw."

Above the hall, the officials quietly retreated to the outside of the hall.

Seeing the figure who was struggling to speak, Tang Hao only felt bored and dry eyes. He stepped forward quickly and snuggled up in front of the soft couch.

"Chen, incompetent, can't save the queen..."

As he spoke, Tang Hao lowered his head, the helplessness in his heart, and the sadness was even worse.

In retrospect, since I first entered Chang'an, I have made a lot of troubles.

And this right in the hands of the people, the mother of the world, finally resolved everything silently at the last critical moment.

From beating the two sons of Can Yin and Kaishan, to beheading Zhang Wu in a martial contest, to flogging the youngest son of Li Ji, and even the murder of the Tubo prince.

More or less there is the figure of the grandson queen.

Had it not been for the persuasion of Empress Changsun, I'm afraid that this sharp-edged boy would have been killed in Jiuquan.

At this moment, Empress Changsun was critically ill, but she couldn't do anything for herself.

"Haoer... don't blame you."

The voice that sounded as thin as a hairspring reached his ears.

Tang Hao shook his whole body, suddenly raised his head and looked at the pale face.

This is the first time that Empress Changsun has called herself so affectionately.

Tang Hao's life experience is a mystery, and because this mystery has not been solved, it has become an untellable secret between the two.

A pair of scallion jade hands stretched upward with difficulty, Tang Hao gently squeezed the pair of softly, and stroked his cheeks lightly.

The touch is as cold as jade.

An inexplicable affection lingers in my heart, warm, like family affection in my mind.

Empress Changsun squeezed a smile and said.

"Datang... rely on you, don't... don't fall into... the prince dispute."

"The way you have to...walk...is still a long time."

When the oil ran out, the car was still about the future!

Inexplicably, the eye sockets were moist, and a drop of tears struck his cheeks.

"Queen Empress, Chen, I've taken it down!"

Tang Haoqiang endured his heart full of touch and nodded heavily.

The Empress Changsun on the soft couch took a hard breath, staring at Tang Hao in a pair of beautiful eyes filled with love.

"Could you... call me... Auntie."

With soft words even with a hint of pleading, Tang Hao's heart was filled with mixed feelings, and the crystals in the corners of his eyes could not stop overflowing.

"aunt!"

The trembling voice was spit out softly from the mouth of the clank-boned man.

The eldest grandson, who was on his back, looked happy and smiled knowingly, seeming to have fulfilled his great wish.

"Go ahead."