She Doesn’t Want To Work Hard Anymore

  Chapter 117 She is self-inflicted

   Seeing the guards rushing towards her aggressively, Yi Chongyuan suddenly pulled out the golden hairpin on her head.

  She pointed the sharp end of the golden hairpin at her neck, her eyes were extremely determined.

  "I did everything by myself, I am more than guilty!

  But the six princes are innocent.

  He is still young and doesn't understand anything.

  I also hope that the saint will save him a life because he is your own son. "

  The emperor suddenly stood up: "What are you doing? You put down the hairpin!"

  One minute, the effect of the mantra pill disappeared.

  Yi Chongyuan did not feel this.

  She obeyed her own will and forced the golden hairpin into her neck!

  Li Ji looked at her eyes widened because of the severe pain, and heard the voice in her heart.

   "I committed such a big crime, and living will only drag Yi'er.

  Rather than apologize with death on the spot, the saint can retain the last touch of father-son affection for Yi'er.

  Yi'er, my Yi'er, I'm sorry, my mother..."

  Splash blood in a flash!

  The concubine Shu and Wen Zhaorong sitting next to each other screamed in horror at the same time.

  Hua Manman has been sitting next to Zhaowang, as a professional melon-eater.

  At this time, he was shocked by this sudden change.

  She has never seen anyone commit suicide, and she never thought that Yi Chongyuan would be so decisive.

  The picture was too tragic, and the flowers stayed in place, and the eyes were full of horror.

  Suddenly, a big hand stretched out from the side, covering her eyes.

  The tragic picture in front of Hua Manman disappeared, leaving nothing but darkness.

  She heard Zhao Wang whisper in her ear.

"stop looking."

  Flower blinked a bit sore and uncomfortable eyes.

  Long eyelashes swept lightly from Li Ji's palm, making a little itchy.

The emperor strode to Yi Chongyuan's side.

  Yi Chongyuan fell to the ground, her slender neck was pierced with a big hole in the gold hairpin, and the blood flowed out continuously, dyeing her clothes red.

  Slowly let go of the golden hairpin with her fingers, grabbing the emperor's clothes with difficulty.

  Her eyes are wide open, her lips are closed, she seems to want to say something.

  The emperor immediately squatted down and approached her, wanting to hear what she said last before he died?

  But the last thing he heard were two vague words—

  Yi'er.

  She is calling the name of the Sixth Prince.

   Even if she is dying, she is most worried about her son.

  The mood of the emperor is extremely complicated.

  Yi Chongyuan is not his favorite concubine, but he has always liked her gentle and gentle temperament.

  He never expected that such a gentle woman could commit crimes of planting, framing, murder and killing.

  As if his cognition of her was all made up by him.

  He never knew what she was really like.

  The imperial doctor hurried over.

   Yi Chongyuan grabbed the hand of the emperor's clothes and was forcibly opened.

  The emperor was helped to retreat.

  He lowered his head and glanced at his clothes, which was stained with blood.

  That is the blood of Yi Chongyuan.

  After a while, the trembling voice of the imperial physician sounded.

  "Please forgive Weichen for being incompetent, Weichen has tried her best, Yi Chongyuan...she is out of breath."

  The emperor closed his eyes, suppressed the chaotic emotions in his heart, and whispered.

  "Clean up Yi Chongyuan and bury it in Fei Ling.

  Don’t spread the matter of tonight. If anyone dares to discuss the matter privately, I will let him go down to the ground and meet Yi Chongyuan. "

  Everyone's hearts shook, and they responded in unison.

  If such a thing happens, the banquet tonight must be unable to go on.

  The banquet ended hastily.

  Everyone went back to their homes.

  The emperor did not call anyone to sleep tonight.

  He stayed alone in the spacious and quiet palace, staring at the night outside the window.

  It took a long time to hear his whispering.

   "She has been in the palace for ten years, and I can't remember what her name is..."

  Even if she is dead now, what remains in his heart is just the name of Yi Chongyuan.

  ...

  Flower Manman’s sleep quality has always been very good.

  But tonight, she has a rare insomnia.

  As long as she closes her eyes, the tragic picture of Yi Chongyuan when she committed suicide will appear in front of her.

  Such a living human life, it’s just gone.

   Li Ji's low voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

  "Are you still thinking about Yichongwon?"

  Flower Manman was taken aback.

  She turned her head and looked at Wang Zhao’s long, black eyes, very surprised.

   "Master, you didn't sleep either."

  Li Ji leisurely said: "There is someone around me who keeps tossing around, how can you make this king sleep?"

  Hua Manman, as the culprit who turned over and over, showed shame.

   "Sorry, it was the concubine who disturbed you until you were asleep. Why not go back to your own room if you are a concubine?"

  Li Ji: "It's not necessary."

  A question mark floated on the long head of the flower.

  Why?

  Li Ji did not mean to explain, but continued on the previous topic.

   "If you feel guilty because of Yi Chongyuan's death, you don't have to. She is doing it by herself and has nothing to do with you."

  Hua Manman sighed softly: "That said, the concubine is always a little uncomfortable physically and mentally. After all, she saw Yi Chongyuan commit suicide with her own eyes..."

  That picture, she is afraid that she will never forget it.

  Li Ji asked: "Have you never seen a dead person before?"

  Flower thought about it for a long time and nodded: "I have seen it."

  When her grandpa and grandma passed away, she was by their side and watched their breath disappear little by little.

  But that feeling is different from now.

  Grandpa and grandmother died because they were too old to be healthy.

  It belongs to the natural birth, old age, sickness and death, which is very normal.

  And they walked peacefully without suffering.

  So Hua Manman's heart is more reluctant and sad.

  It's not like now, she is more restless and panic in her heart.

  Li Ji heard her voice.

  He was silent for a while before speaking again.

  "The king was seven years old when he saw the dead for the first time."

  The flowers are long in a daze.

  Li Ji seemed to be caught in a long-lasting memory, and his eyes became a little trance.

  He said slowly.

   "At that time, my father was still alive, so he took me out to Tachun.

   encountered an assassination on the way, his father killed all the assassins with one enemy ten.

  I was sitting in the carriage and saw all this through the window.

  I was very scared at the time.

  Father comforted me afterwards, there is nothing to be afraid of.

  The real scary ones are actually those who are alive. "

  At that time, he was still young and did not understand what his father meant.

  To this day, he understands the meaning of these words.

  When a person is dead, it is just a cold corpse.

  If Keren is alive, he can do many dirty things that exceed the lower limit.

  Hua Manman imagined the appearance of King Zhao, who was trumpeted, shivering with fright, unexpectedly feeling a little cute.

  Li Ji heard her voice.

  Li Ji's expression became a little subtle: "What are you thinking about again?"

  Flower Manman: "No, nothing."

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