Chapter 1989 Do you know your sin

Zhao Xuanji's emotions burst out suddenly, and every word was sobbing, as if every sentence was from the heart. While making people cry, they couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praise a loyal minister.

After Zhao Xuanji finished speaking, he raised his hand and opened the bed curtain at a very fast speed before others could react.

The closest to Zhao Xuanji was Zhao Qinglan. She wanted to speak, but she had already picked up the bed curtain with her hand as soon as she spoke. This scene made Zhao Qinglan subconsciously exhaled.

All this happened unexpectedly, and no one could have expected that Zhao Xuanji would actually get started directly.

The bed curtain was lifted open, and Zhao Xuanji heard the soft cry from Zhao Qinglan behind him, and also saw the scene on the dragon couch.

A bright yellow cloud silk satin quilt embroidered with dragon patterns, and under the quilt was an old man with a haggard face and deep sunken cheeks.

The old man's sparse beard on his face had fallen a few of them, and his bare but wrinkled skin was like straw paper that had been rubbed. Not only did he have no luster, he also showed a dark black and gray color.

There was almost no flesh on his face, only thin skin was left to press against the skull, and even his eyes were sunken, revealing two eye sockets. A pair of eyelids in the sockets were closed, and there was no sign of opening them.

This old man, who else can he be if he is not the Emperor of Daxing?

Although he had been tortured by illness and was beyond recognition, Zhao Xuanji still recognized that this was his lifelong enemy at a glance. He hit him at the clouds and kicked him into the bottom of the valley. However, no matter in the clouds or the valleys, he had never escaped the Emperor of the Qin Empire and Emperor Daxing who had been exploited for his fate.

At this time, the Emperor Daxing looked like a zombie skeleton, and had long been beyond recognition.

This is not like Zhao Xuanji's impression of being full of energy, sitting high on the dragon throne, looking down at all living beings, holding the throne, holding the throne of the Qin Dynasty, a thousand miles of ancient empire that has been swaying for more than 360 years in the storm, saying the Dharma, and holding the heavenly constitution in his mouth. When he was angry, he was shocked by all living beings, and when he was sad, he was sad and mourning by heaven and earth?

This is clearly an old man who is terminally ill and his life may be extinguished at any time like a candle.

Although the other party has become unrecognizable, Zhao Xuanji has the confidence that even the emperor of the Daxing Dynasty can recognize him.

What I saw in front of me was indeed a big emperor who was just a fake one.

After confirming that it was indeed Emperor Daxing himself, Zhao Xuanji immediately looked at Emperor Daxing's chest and abdomen, and he wanted to confirm whether Emperor Daxing was still alive.

What Zhao Xuanji saw was the quilt that was tightly covered by Emperor Daxing's body slightly ups and downs. Although it was very weak, it really existed.

Alive!

Zhao Xuanji let out a long sigh, and his whole spirit loosened after being tense to the extreme, and a feeling of fatigue enveloped his body. What came with the feeling of fatigue was a complicated and indescribable fuck.

At this moment, it was confirmed that the Emperor Daxing was still alive, and Zhao Xuanji had a complex feeling of being unable to tell whether it was sad or happy.

It seems that he hopes that Emperor Daxing will die, but he does not want him to die.

Zhao Xuanji has been ups and downs for a lifetime and thinks he has seen through most of the people's hearts in the world. At this moment, he can't see clearly whether he hopes that Emperor Daxing will die more or that he will live more.

At this time, Zhao Qinglan's anger finally came.

"Mr. Zhao! Your actions have offended Long Yan Tianwei. Do you know your guilt!!!"
Chapter completed!