Zhao Xuanji's emotions burst out suddenly, and he cried blood every word, as if every sentence came from the heart. While making people shed tears, they also couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praise him for being such a loyal minister.
After Zhao Xuanji finished speaking, before anyone else could react, he raised his hand and opened the bed curtain very quickly.
The one closest to Zhao Xuanji was Zhao Qinglan. She wanted to speak, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Zhao Xuanji opened the bed curtain with his hand. This scene made Zhao Qinglan subconsciously let out a soft breath.
All this happened so unexpectedly that no one could have expected that Zhao Xuanji would take action directly.
The bed curtain was opened, and Zhao Xuanji heard the soft call from Zhao Qinglan behind him, and at the same time saw the scene on the dragon bed.
There was a quilt made of bright yellow cloud silk satin embroidered with dragon patterns. Under the quilt lay an old man with a haggard face and deeply sunken cheeks.
The old man had very few sparse beards left on his face, and his bare but wrinkled skin was like a piece of tissue paper that had been rubbed. Not only did it not have any luster, it also showed a dull black-gray color.
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There was almost no flesh on his face, leaving only skinny skin clinging to his skull. Even his eyes were sunken, exposing two eye sockets. One eyelid in the eye socket was tightly closed, showing no signs of opening.
This old man, who else could he be if he wasn't Emperor Daxing?
Although he had been tortured beyond recognition by illness, Zhao Xuanji still recognized at a glance that this was his lifelong enemy. He bumped him into the clouds and kicked him into the valley. But no matter in the clouds or at the valley bottom, he never escaped from being attacked.
The Emperor of the Qin Empire, the Daxing Emperor, took advantage of his destiny.
At this time, Emperor Daxing looked like a zombie skeleton, and had long been beyond recognition.
This is not as high-spirited as Zhao Xuanji's impression, sitting high on a dragon chair, looking down at all living beings, ruling the Qin Dynasty, an ancient empire that has been swaying in the wind and rain for more than 360 years.
Tianxian, the emperor who makes everyone shocked when he is angry, and makes the world mourn when he is sad?
This is clearly an old man who is terminally ill, and his life is like a candle that may be extinguished at any time.
Although the other party was completely unrecognizable, Zhao Xuanji had the confidence to recognize him even if the Daxing Emperor turned into ashes.
What I see before me is indeed the real Emperor Daxing.
After confirming that it was indeed Emperor Daxing himself, Zhao Xuanji immediately looked at Emperor Daxing's chest and abdomen to confirm whether Emperor Daxing was still alive.
What Zhao Xuanji saw was the quilt tightly covering Emperor Daxing's body undulating slightly. Although it was very weak, it was real.
Stay alive!
Zhao Xuanji let out a long breath, and after being tense to the extreme, his whole spirit relaxed. There was a sense of fatigue that enveloped his whole body, and along with the fatigue came a kind of complexity that was beyond words.
At this moment, it was confirmed that Emperor Daxing was still alive, and Zhao Xuanji felt a complicated feeling that he couldn't tell whether he was sad or happy.
It seems that he both hopes that Emperor Daxing will die, but also does not want him to die.
Zhao Xuanji has been ups and downs all his life, and he thinks he has seen through most of the people's hearts in the world. But at this moment, he can't see clearly whether in his heart he hopes that Emperor Daxing will die more, or if he wants him to live more.
At this time, Zhao Qinglan's angry scolding finally came through.
Chapter completed!