After wearing the book, I used the male lead as a drug guide

Chapter 289 Postscript of "Sheng Shimou", the death of Chu Shuolan
With his back to the man in black, Pang Lijie wiped the white jade finger in his hand, smiling all over his creases.

"Okay, let's go down and get the reward."

"Yes!"

The man in black got up and left, taking away the faint smell of blood in the room.

"Someone-"

"The slave is here!"

The person guarding the door entered the room.

"Go ask the lady to come over."

"Yes, the slave will go here."

……

"Madam, would you like to wear this pair of agate earrings today?"

Su Rou stood beside Song Yihuan and stretched out her hand, asking in a whisper.

"Ah."

Song Yihuan looked at the bronze mirror in front of her, saw the earring in Su Rou's hand, and made a sound casually.

She looked away and looked at Chu Shuolan who was leaning on the bed through the bronze mirror.

He was not feeling well today, but he woke up later than her.

After Su Rou finished brushing her hair, Chu Shuolan slowly got up, and then kept looking at her, but she didn't make a sound but her face was not very good-looking.

Su Rou put earrings on Song Yihuan, and stepped aside meekly: "Ma'am, it's done."

Looking at the hairstyle, decorations and makeup in the bronze mirror, Song Yihuan slowly got up and walked towards the bed not far away.

During this time, Chu Shuolan's face was as gentle as before, and the eyes looking at Song Yihuan were also very gentle.

But none of this could conceal the tiredness and paleness on his face.

Song Yihuan walked up to him and sat down, and said softly: "Your complexion is not very good-looking, do you want to invite Qi Su to come over?
Her voice was soft, with obvious concern in her words.

Chu Shuolan stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and shook his head lightly: "It's an old problem, it will be fine in a few days."

He knew that it would be useless even if he called Qi Su over, so he had to endure it.

Every time there is a poisonous attack, he will have a sign.

It's the same this time.

When he was in a bad mood last night, he knew that he was about to face toxin torture, and his physical discomfort also made him anxious.

Song Yihuan's ears changed the taste of an old problem.

He knew that Chu Shuolan had gotten used to it over the past ten years.

But the heart still couldn't help sinking.

Her heart was throbbing with pain.

All kinds of feelings made her clearly understand that she loves the boy in front of her.

How unfair the fate is, he was born noble and had an extraordinary background, but unfortunately he was murdered by the villain, and he had to endure the torture of poisonous hair that was so painful that he would not want to live.

Even if he dies, he will die in extreme pain.

Song Yihuan still remembers the postscript of "Sheng Shimou".

Since his ascension to the throne, Chu Shuolan, the emperor of Northern Yan, has reformed various regulations for the people of the world, creating a prosperous age for Beiyan, and is called Emperor Beiyan by later generations.

He is the only emperor in the Northern Yan Kingdom who has never established a queen and has no concubines in the harem.

To the end of his life he was alone.

Song Yihuan was even more impressed by such a description in the book.

Chu Shuolan was lying on the dragon couch covered in blood, and the blood was oozing from his mouth little by little. This incident was shocking, and the whole hall was full of civil and military officials kneeling.

He looked out of the hall, his eyes filled with plainness.

Beside him was a man in white, Qi Su, a well-known genius doctor in the world.

"It's snowing outside."

Chu Shuolan lay on the dragon couch and said softly, his longing eyes seemed to penetrate the city wall to see the prosperity of the world.

As he spoke, blood trickled out from the corner of his mouth.

Qi Su looked beyond the big spot, which was covered with white snow.

"Yeah, it's snowing."

"In the spring of the coming year, the dust covered under the snow will no longer be able to hide."

This was the last sentence Chu Shuolan left behind.

After speaking, his eyes were tightly closed.

He struggled for more than ten years, fought for more than ten years, and finally passed away.

(End of this chapter)