ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTERS 101. WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT

The sun gradually rose up into space over the boundary of the sky, then gradually sank in the blood-red western horizon.

Strange winters, no sign of snow tonight. The cold red moon crept up to the tops of the old wutong, emitting a silvery-white glow, the sand in the hourglass kept flowing, just like life in that body, he said, it slowly seemed as if it was going to be taken away.

A sudden sobbing was heard from the mouth of concubine Huan who was sitting next to a silver-haired, whitish old physician.

Behind the foggy curtains, the figure of a woman looked like black smoke, then suddenly fell down, behind a thick tent, his eyes were not clear, he said, just looking vaguely at a red candle swaying about.

"Yueyinh..." The voice sounded faintly breaking silent. Concubine Huan was silent for a moment, her eyes met with the healer next to her, she was the assistant healer who was behind the curtain where the king lay weak after barely running out of blood.

"Yueyin."

When he woke up, the situation around him was silent, in a daze, he thought that he was still dreaming, he saw the face of the healer and almost jumped behind the curtain, make sure what he hears.

After the incident this afternoon, Huan's only concubine was on guard with several guards and three palace healers. Xue Xue came out and tried to find her brother Nan Yuhuai.

The critical king is hidden from the public, so as not to make noise in light of such a chaotic time.

"Mrs concubine?" A doctor came out from behind the curtain.

"Maybe His Majesty is calling you." He said as he bowed, the gloomy face of this healer suddenly turned sad, he lowered his head without saying anything, then after seeing the concubine Huan did not respond two said slowly, "Your Majesty may be meeting you".

Concubine Huan did not wait twice, she did not care about not her name being called but she was happy that His Highness Nan Chen had finally come to his senses.

The king's resting hall had turned into a very quiet, silent one, nervously Concubine Huan stepped in, piercing through the bedsheets and the multi-layered curtains, step up to the front of the dragon bed where His Highness Nan Chen lay weakly.

She faintly felt a chill run up to her marrow, as if she was about to fuse into the private hall of this desolate king.

On top of his dragon bed, His Highness Nan Chen did not open his eyes. Her lips were dry and pale.

"Your Majesty"

He knelt down by the side of the bed, his fingers icy cold, he slowly extended his hand, the tips of his fingers touching his arm, but then he retreated, he felt that his body compared to his own was very cold, like the snow in Yoowu that had not melted all winter, like an unchanging glacier of all time.

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The healer who was holding onto His Majesty Nan Chen's wrist for examining his pulse, immediately let go of His Majesty's hand and retreated. No one knew, this young concubine was the king's favorite.

"Your Majesty it's Huan'er..." His whisper was raucous, the breath of concubine Huan was so slow, his voice was like the wings of a butterfly that in the blink of an eye would fly away.

"I've come to see you, can you open your eyes, Your Majesty..." Concubine Huan said trembling. In the past, he had dreamed of killing this person but now even seeing him lying dying made his heart shiver so sickly.

His Eyelash Venerable Nan Chen somewhat twitched, after which he opened his eyes, his eyes slowly focused, without saying anything, he looked at the concubine Huan ascertaining who was now grasping his hands.

There was a disappointment passing by in his nanar gaze, when he realized who was resting on the edge of his bed, not the one in his car.

His eyes were so calm, as if vaguely storing so many things, with great difficulty, he stretched out his hand, after which, with a bland smile, he said softly, "You...."

"Your Majesty, are you okay?"

"Huan 'er. I'm still alive?"

Consort Huan's tears flowed from her eye sockets, slowly grasping the king's hand: she:. Grief choked Concubine Huan's throat he was sobbing, powerless to speak.

His Majesty Nan Chen's forehead wrinkled, he stuck out his fingers, then gently wiped the ice-cold cheek of Consort Huan, after which, he said with a faint smile.

"Why are you crying?"

Consort Huan's tears fell in disarray, her fingertips bearing an extremely cold sorrow, "I fear Your Majesty..." Isak Huan's concubine.

His Holiness Nan Chen suddenly laughed, he lay on his back on the bed, looking at the roof of the bed full of intricate ornamental patterns, on it embroidered with engraved inscriptions ‘Changshou’ with ancient letters, a long life prayer for the king.

"What are you afraid of? I just found out it feels good..."

"Punished I, Your Majesty, I should have come to you sooner..." Consort Huan sobbed.

"My poor huanjingku..." His voice was calm and calm, completely devoid of anger, he calmly said, "How can I blame you, she is my queen, who....."

Suddenly, he was panting violently, his voice weak and helpless, the concubine ahuab was stunned, he was about to look for a healer, but his hand was tightly gripped by His Highness Nan Chen, he said, the force on his wrist was so strong, it was almost inconceivable that this person was seriously injured.

“Who, who can suspect it, Huan? Don't blame yourself for what happened..."The breath was heavy

The night wind broke through the arches of the roof, blowing open the ears of the roof guard beast statue, making a roaring sound, in the distance, there was the sound of cries held back by the palace women, his voice was very faintly floating towards them. It was the cries of the king's concubines who numbered in the tens.

"Huan, come closer here, I have something to tell you...". His Majesty waved his weak hand.

Submissive concubine Huan approached, as His Majesty's hand grabbed his neck until their faces were so close. The roar of His Majesty's breath gushed on his skin. Maybe their distance is too long.

"I just want you to know, I never touched you that night, we were just drunk. So don't be afraid anymore if I go." His whisper in the ear lobe of concubine Huan.

Concubine Huan was stunned, her face that was as red as a leaf twirling, with all her might, she clasped her hands.

His Highness Nan Chen looked at him for a long time his breath grew even more breathless, then suddenly smiled weakly, the smile suddenly like a navel piercing Huan'er's heart, he was somehow so struck, he was struck, her tears sagged on her cheeks, then flowed into her mouth, the bitter taste unbearable.

"Will you do something for me?" The question was soft and vague. Concubine Huan nodded, her mouth clenched to hold back her cries. His soul was injured, all this time thinking this king had been fucking her while he was unconscious. But, reality? Concubine Huan was confused why now she felt disappointed if it turned out that night nothing happened.

"Call Nan Luoxia here, say bring my Yueyin with you..."