The candle flame is like a bean, flickering like the last breath of a dying person.
On the dragon bed, Xiao Che coughed up a mouthful of black blood, which splashed on the bright yellow brocade, like a poisonous flower that suddenly bloomed. The doctors were lying on the ground, with their foreheads pressed to the ground, breathing very softly, for fear of disturbing the corpse that still had a trace of body temperature.
"The emperor's pulse has been extinguished, and the energy is like a gossamer. It cannot be saved by medicine or stone." The voice of the leading old doctor was trembling, and every word was like a death knell ringing in every inch of the air in the hall.
Outside the hall, the wind was blowing and the remaining snow was sobbing. In the hall, the ministers were whispering like ants. Some people had already clutched the draft of the abolition edict in their sleeves. Some people secretly glanced at Gu Lian, who was standing at the foot of the steps. He was a newly appointed guard with a sword in front of the emperor. He was wearing black armor and his face was expressionless, but even his eyelashes showed murderous intent.
