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The breath of grief is spreading.

Princess Yunluo, since she was born, has attracted the attention of all the people. She is regarded as a pearl by everyone and is loved and treated kindly.

But at this time, the 49-year-old Princess Yunluo, who has passed away without confusion and knows the destiny, is so weak that people can't bear to look directly at him.

The five important ministers of the Humin Villa, the third Martial King Duan Zhengchun, Gui Haiyi's daughter Gui Haiyan, and others guarded the side of Princess Yunluo day and night.

Taking turns to use deep true energy to continue the life of Princess Yunluo, but it has little effect.

The former princess Yunluo was full of vigor and aura, but now he is full of stagnation and death.

The 50-year-old King Wu, Cheng Zhengfei, has exhausted his mighty energy. He is tired in the other courtyard outside his bedroom, looking at the sky full of stars, his gray goatee trembling, silent and mournful, whispering to himself:

"Brother, it's been 30 years, you are so cruel..."

"Godfather!! Come here quickly! Well, there's a lot of blood..."

Suddenly heard the bad news from the house.

Cheng Shifei's heart was bleeding, he clenched his fists tightly, and hurried back into the house.

On the sickbed.

Princess Yunluo has no vitality, her face is haggard, her three thousand hairs are gone, and her hair is almost white.

Life is not long, or life is a blessing today, is the first thought of all witnesses.

The blood beside the bed stained dozens of white cloths.

But even at this moment, she is still smiling, just like these 30 years.

Perhaps it was the reflection of the light, she found the strength from nowhere, raised her hand with all her strength, and tremblingly took out a dry and deformed lavender that was almost crushed from the sachet.

Pick up the minced powder, caress your cheeks, and sniff the pale and familiar smell.

Leaning on the quilt, Yun Luo was thinking about something, and said weakly: "You guys, go, go, don't waste your true energy for me any more, and let me, alone with Mrs. Ye, stay in a daze."

As she said that, she was completely lost in memory, her eyes were absent-minded, as if her three souls and seven souls had been stolen.

Only the lavender is in my eyes.

Everyone was hesitant to speak, and they were extremely sad, but they just gritted their teeth, didn't say anything, and only wept silently.

In the end, everyone walked out of the house one after another, greeted by Cheng Shifei, who was already a father and matured a lot, with a sigh.

Cheng Shifei was the last one to walk out the door, and he looked at Yun Luo for the last time, as if he saw the girl who greeted him in the lavender, dancing like butterflies in flowers.

But after everything was shattered, there was only this haggard old man who was dying.

He sighed: "Yunluo, you said happy time, why is it gone forever... Sigh."

crunch~

After saying that, tears welled up in his own eyes, he closed the door and walked out.

Princess Yunluo finally couldn't restrain herself, her only thoughts and obsessions made her numb and sluggish with a weak smile, and burst into tears instantly.

There are thousands of memories in my heart, and they flooded my heart in an instant. When the youth and the girl were in their prime, they were full of vigor.

In the casino, in the imperial palace, in the burnt-out Dongchang, in Hulong Villa, in the sea of ​​lavender flowers...

what.

I have lied to myself for so many years, forced myself to smile for so many years...

I, am I, really, really, happy?

The cheers and fights of the past are still in my ears, as if I still remember yesterday.

But why, why, why,

Gone forever?

"Ye...too, a hundred years old is too far away, yes, I'm sorry, I'm still, so useless, not even half alive..."

Before he finished speaking, his strength dissipated, and his vitality came to an end.

The haggard figure slid down to the head of the bed, and the crushed lavender finally turned into dust, scattered all over the bed, floor, and room.

The breath was about to die, and an unspeakably beautiful scene began to appear in front of her eyes.

She saw the endless and charming light, which came from an unknown distance, broke through the clouds, sprinkled the courtyard, and passed through the windows from the courtyard to shine into the house.

A vague figure came from the endless light and gradually became clear.

In his hand, he held a lavender plant that could revive the dead.

She smiled and cried: "You, here you are."

"I am coming."

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493、The weather is perfect

"Did you find the lavender?"

"I found it."

In the endless light, Mrs. Ye's appearance became more and more clear. When she came to the sick bed, she held up this haggard face.

The lavender transformed from the top-grade flat peach, when it reached the pale mouth, it turned into a spiritual energy, which invaded the beauty's limbs and bones, three souls and seven souls.

The flesh and blood are sublimating.

The soul is leaping.

Wrinkles gradually dissipated, white hair turned into blue silk, falling like a waterfall.

There was blood in Tan's mouth, his eyes regained his spirit, his vitality was revived, and he was full of vigor.

His icy muscles and bones, his exquisite body, were cast in an instant.

In the white light, there are many visions, golden lotus gushing out, clusters of flowers, divine phoenix flying, surrounded by strange beasts.

They are all visions evolved from supreme aura.

Xianyin is extravagant.