Changsun Xiaochi's face was hesitant, as if it was difficult to express his feelings for a while.

Concubine Lu Jing knew something was wrong and said anxiously: "You, please tell me quickly. So what if he took the golden hairpin?"

Changsun Xiaochi looked at her eyes: "He held the golden hairpin tightly... and pressed against his throat. He said to me: 'Brother, my mother did everything she did back then. Although many things were done badly, in her opinion, as long as it was good to her son, it was right. So she had to do it. She was not your biological mother. But after all, she was also the mother of our brothers. We are sons. How could we deal with our mother? Big brother, the blood debt she committed for me. I should pay it back. Today I die here. I just want to let my mother go. Big brother, are you willing to do it.'"

Chang Sihao thought to himself: "In the world, there are many mothers and sons who are unfilial and disobedient sons all over the streets. But Concubine Lu Jing is cruel and vicious. King Jing is very filial to her. He knows that his mother has done something wrong, but he refuses to add a word 'wrong' to her. He only says that she is 'doing things badly'."

Lu Jingfei heard that her son was so filial to her, and she felt so sad in her heart. She murmured: "This child..."

Changsun Xiaochi's eyes gradually became colder: "I was stunned at that time and didn't say anything for a moment. The fourth brother's face changed color and said, "Brother, our emperor's mother died too miserably. I know you have hatred, wronged, and grievances. Brother, let you relieve your hatred and make you happy." As he said that, he raised the hairpin and suddenly fell down. He pounced on the ground and pierced into his thighs. Blood immediately flowed. I didn't expect him to be like this. He was stunned.

Seeing that I didn't speak, it was not enough. Then I stabbed my hair into my abdomen like crazy and my chest, and my blood was pouring out. In the blink of an eye, half of my clothes and pants were dyed through. The ground was covered with blood. His eyes were red. He looked at me. While stabbing myself, he shouted in his mouth: 'Brother, are you feeling pain? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good? Is it so good

He roared seven times, "Is it painful?" He screamed at the top of his lungs, and his movements were like what King Jing himself shouted in front of him. He heard Lu Jing's heart shattering and falling to the ground. His body kept trembling. It seemed that every hairpin was pierced in her heart. Her throat was choked: "Don't...please stop talking..." The sound was intermittent and almost inaudible.

After laughing, Changsun roared these few times, he took a deep breath, his eyes became sad and depressed. He stared at her and continued, "He stabbed more than thirty hairpins in a row. Later, he gradually lost his strength and sat on the ground. It seemed that breathing was very difficult. It was probably because his lungs were damaged." He said that, his hands covered his chest, imitating the scene at that time, and made a low and laborious cough. He heard Concubine Lu Jing shook her head and covered her ears.

Changsun Xiaochi continued, "He coughed twice, and a pool of blood foam came out of his mouth. He could no longer speak. His head was leaning weakly against the edge of the desk. His eyelids were a little untie. But he still tried hard to look at me. His eyes were full of begging and sadness. His breathing was getting faster and he was waiting for me to agree to him."

Chang Sihao looked at his appearance. I really didn't know if it was this scene at that time. Or was he deliberately torture people. Look at Lu Jingfei. Tears rolled down her face. One hand was swaying indecisively. It seemed that every word Changsun Xiaochi said at this moment was like a dull knife cutting and sawing it back and forth on her body.

Changsun Xiaochi's shoulders were undulating, and his throat was choked. Sweat was dripping from his forehead and neck. He said, "My mind was roaring, my scalp exploded, and my body couldn't move. My heart was blank. I just stared blankly. I didn't know how long it took. The fourth brother let out a long sigh. His eyelids fell a few times. Finally, he stopped half-opening and half-closing. He stopped moving."

"Son..."

Concubine Lu Jing's face was covered in tears, and she cried several times. She suddenly jumped up and roared, "You give me my son back to me." She grabbed and scratched her hands, and pulled the cloth into pieces of Changsun Xiaochi's body, making a sneer. Everyone was shocked when they saw her so sad. They didn't know how to stop her for a moment.

Changsun smiled and was as slow as a pillar. She let her vent her movements. She didn't move. Happy flashed in her eyes. More sadness and complex feelings.

After all, Lu Jingfei was old and pulled her for only a dozen times. Her strength was weak. She pressed her head against Changsun Xiaochi's chest. She grabbed his broken collar and sobbed. She was crying and moaning. After a while, her legs were fighting. Her body slowly slipped and pulled her back and pulled off her clothes.

Changsun Xiaochi's skin was exposed on his chest, and a red birthmark appeared.

Concubine Lu Jing fell to the ground and was stunned when she saw her. Her mood calmed down a lot. She raised her head and murmured, "No, it's this record. When you were born, we sisters all went to see it. Concubine Du said, "Your memory is heart-shaped, growing on your chest, red and straight, even if it's the appearance of the heart. When you grow up, you must be a dignified man. I don't agree."

Changsun Xiaochi said, "In order to prove his true self, the fourth brother asked me to untidy him. Could it be that you told him that you have told him?"

Lu Jingfei nodded: "I didn't expect that he still remembered it. Once, he took a bath and saw a small note on his body. He thought it was ugly and he insisted on cutting it. I naturally didn't let it go. It was a good thing to remember it. If you remember it, you can be the crown prince. So I mentioned you. He was only seven or eight years old at that time. He was fascinated by history all day long. He said that you might be the reincarnation of Bigan. It was just because Daji had his heart been dug out for thousands of years. It was not easy to get rid of the marks. I was unhappy at the time. He taught him: 'Son. Don't think about being good at everyone. There is no intention to guard against others. Don't say that you can get the throne. Even if you survive in this palace, it is not easy...'"

She recalled the past and smiled bitterly. She continued, "I am afraid that I am the only one in the world who teaches my son like this. It is rare that my son can tell the truth. But he is filial. He doesn't refute me if he knows that I am wrong. He doesn't come to refute me every time." When she said this, her eyes were faint. It seemed as if she saw the scene of her son reciting a loudly when he was a child. Unconsciously, she muttered and said, "At the beginning of human beings... are kind... and the nature is similar. They are far apart..." The two hands gently beat the beat, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

Everyone saw her infatuation, but they were afraid that she would become epilepsy. They all had their own worries, but they couldn't bear to disturb her memories for a while.

Changsun Xiaochi groped in his clothes, took out something, and handed it to her.

Concubine Lu Jing's heart trembled when she saw it. The thing in front of her was her golden hairpin.

She took it with her trembling hands, holding it in her palm to watch. She saw that the phoenix head on the hairpin had been flattened and the flower decoration had long been deformed. There were still dry and black blood stains in the winding areas above. The originally spreading golden phoenix wings were bent and pressed on the Cuiyu Xiaofeng. Instead, it seemed to be caring for it under her wings. Thinking of her son's tragic death for herself, but she was unable to take care of her. Her heart was very painful. Then a few tears of sadness fell on her palm. She murmured: "It was me who did the evil... you didn't kill him. It was me who killed others..."

Changsun Xiaochi said, "At that time, he was self-harm and self-destructive. I did not stop him. So I was not different from killing him with my own hands."

Concubine Lu Jing gritted her teeth, tightened her fingers, held the golden hairpin, and looked up and asked, "Xiao Ai. I said I want you to spare my third brother. Do you agree?"

Changsun Xiaochi said, "The death of the fourth brother is not what I want. How can I bear to kill the third brother?"

Concubine Lu Jing stared at him for a long time and smiled: "Okay. That's good. You are a man who stands tall and upright. You won't count." She turned her head and called out: "Your Majesty, haven't you come to see your elder brother yet." Chang Sihao was shocked when she saw her looking at Liu Jinwu: "It turns out that he is the emperor." However, she heard Mr. Wen's response, and took two steps forward and knelt down to Changsun Xiaochi and saluted: "I've seen my elder brother."

Not only Chang Sihao was surprised. Even Changsun Xiaochi was extremely surprised. Chi asked blankly: "You are the emperor."

Wen Xuan Gong raised his head and said, "I am the son of Concubine Kang, the eldest brother. You have been wandering around for the years. It has made you suffer." As he said that, he covered his face with his sleeves and sobbed.

Changsun Xiaochi thought to himself that day in the museum. He also praised Shui Yanxiang's lyrics and showed off his popularity. Unexpectedly, he was in front of him. The three of them were confused. Instead, they went around the hall to search for him. How could they find it? This time, by chance, he was a little lucky. He was surprised and couldn't help but think of something again.

It was the 18th year of Jiajing. Emperor Jiajing wanted to enthrone the second prince Zaihe as the crown prince. At the same time, he also enthroned the third prince Zaihe as the crown prince. At the enthronement ceremony, the two princes each took Cebao back. As a result, when they opened it, they actually made mistakes in the Celestial Palace. The crown prince's Cebao was wrongly given to Zaihe. Prince Yu's Cebao, but Zaihe. So they quickly exchanged and changed it back. As a result, the second prince's brother died early. The throne still fell on the heads of the third brother Zaihe.

This story is known to everyone in the world. It is said that there is the will of heaven in the dark. It seems that people cannot fight against fate in the end. Seeing that he is the king of a country, he actually kneels on the ground to salute him. It can be seen that his brotherhood is still there, but he always hates him. There is a difference in mind. There is a difference in heaven and earth. He hurried forward and helps him up and said, "Third brother... no. The emperor asks you to get up."

Emperor Longqing stood up and said, "No need to say more about our own brothers. Besides, I should apologize to my elder brother on behalf of my mother."

Changsun Xiaochi said, "We are both brothers and ministers. Heaven, earth, kings and relatives are behind the king. The country's body cannot be abolished."

Concubine Lu Jing smiled and said, "Okay. OK. I had a third requirement, which was to hope that you would not try to retake the throne, cause killing, and let the world fall into a bloody storm again. Now it seems unnecessary. Your elder brother is suffering and is harmed by me. You must treat him well. I hope your brother can live in harmony, govern the country well, and let the world be prosperous and enjoy peace forever." As he said that, he turned to the golden hairpin and penetrated into his chest.

Changsun Xiaochi said in a panic: "No." Miaofeng and others hugged each other, but it was too late.

Concubine Lu Jing leaned back. The light shadow swayed, and the blood mist flew. Changsun Xiaochi leaned forward and hugged her in his arms. Seeing that the golden hairpin was gone, it penetrated into her heart. She could not live anymore. Her mother's great revenge was revenged. But there was no joy. Her heart was filled with pain, sadness and unbearableness. I remembered my second brother who died of illness, King Jing who was accused of self-harm and atonement, and his confused father. I felt that life was very bitter. The autumn wind blew. The mother and son phoenix on the head of Chai were soaked in blood. It became blurred in tears. Only yellow, green and red were crystal clear.
Chapter completed!