Chapter 71 A Dream

"Young master, you..."

"Aunt Hua, don't say much. Please come back!" He answered coldly. Yin Zhaoyu was still worried about Aunt Hua's unwillingness to find the emperor. Aunt Hua sighed, looked at his back, and turned to look at the ** emperor. Originally, the old master asked him to enter the palace to be favored by the emperor, but now it seems that the young master has fallen into it. This... is not a good thing. Ah.

Jing Li was seriously ill and spread all over the palace in an instant. Although Yin Zhaoyu ordered the blockade, it still came out of the palace. Some people even rumored that the emperor had not live for ten days. As soon as the news spread, the whole Kyoto immediately became noisy and people panicked.

In an inconspicuous inn out of Beijing, a woman in a cloak and a prince in a wheelchair were eating in the corner of the inn when the guest next to him suddenly gossiped.

I only heard a woman say, "Alas, I heard that the prime minister is going back to court."

"Is the prime minister going back to the court? Didn't you say three months? Why is it more than a month ahead of schedule?

"Alas! You don't know anything. This great Jing Dynasty is going to change its master!" The hostess sold out of the gate, and the people at the table next to her immediately pricked up their ears. Someone even picked up the wine and sat at her table and hurriedly said, "Why change? It's only been a few days since the new emperor ascended the throne, and he is going to change the emperor? But the little emperor has no daughter under his knees, and the Dajing Dynasty has no queen!"

"There's nothing we can do. We can only wait for the prime minister to go back and see how to solve it!" The woman drank a glass of wine and kept shaking her head. The other guests were anxious and hurriedly said, "How could this happen? Is the prime minister going to abolish the emperor?

As soon as this word came out, the whole audience was quiet. Even the prince in a wheelchair was in his hand. He turned his face away. The woman stared at the guest and whispered, "You, you can't say anything. This sentence is enough to destroy your nine races!"

As soon as the guest heard this, he immediately covered his mouth. Fortunately, the woman didn't care. She shook her head and sighed and said, "The little emperor went out of Beijing a few days ago and was seriously injured. Now he is in a coma. It is said that he has broken his heart and lives for more than ten days."

"Ah?" The inn immediately bombarded. Everyone said everything, all of which were just four words, and there was no queen.

The prince in the corner of the inn put down the wine glass in his hand and rolled away with a wheelchair. The cloaked woman behind him immediately followed him out of the inn. After walking out of the road for a long time, the woman finally couldn't help calling, "Master!"

"You go!" The man did not look back, and his voice was as cold as ten thousand years of ice and snow. The woman knelt on the ground with a plop and said anxiously, "Master, Wan Qing knows it's wrong."

"The relationship between you and my master and servant is over. You have paid a lot for the Zhou family. This is what the Zhou family owes you. There are still some silver here. You can take them, go back to the countryside, find a house, and live a good life!" He pulled out a cloth bag from his waist and threw it to Wan Qing's side. Then push the wheelchair away by itself.

"Master, master..." Wan Qing cried bitterly. She trembled her hands and picked up the cloth bag. There was a pair of white jade mandarin ducks inside. Wan Qing knew this. This was built for the young master when the old master was alive, in order to wait for him to find a good person and be a love token for them.

This is not an ordinary pair of white jade mandarin ducks. At that time, the price was enough to buy all the cloth houses in Kyoto, which was also the only thing on the owner's body. Tears... Drop by drop fell on the white jade, Wan Qing knelt on the ground, bowed her head on the ground, and cried bitterly.

In the Taihe Hall of the Imperial Palace, Linglong kept wiping her sweat with Jing Li. She has been in a coma for nearly three days. For three days, she has been talking nonsense, and there is no sign of improvement. Not only that, even the palace owner has been staying in the Buddhist hall for three days, eating or drinking, and not leaving for half a step.

Jing Li only felt that she was cold and hot, and her throat seemed to be pinched with her hand. She couldn't breathe. She kept struggling, but her body was very painful, and the pain was a little unbearable.

She doesn't want to stay here. What country, what beauty? She doesn't want it anymore. She doesn't want this feeling that she can't survive or die. She doesn't want it! In the haze, she only saw a piece of white. She couldn't tell the direction and kept rushing forward.

At this time, a golden light flashed, and a temple appeared in front of him. In front of the temple, there was a monk. He sat cross-legged and said something silently. Jing Li walked over. He suddenly opened his eyes and said kindly, "Go back, you are destined to be the emperor of the Jing Dynasty."

"I don't want this broken country. I just want to live the life I want, can't I?"

"It must be all fate. The Great Jing Dynasty is your home and the place where you should stay."

"I'm going to die, aren't I?" Jing Li asked, but the monk smiled deeply and waved his hand. Jing Li seemed to have fallen into the abyss. She screamed in horror and suddenly sat up straight.

"Cough, cough...cough..." Jing Li's scream was exchanged for a violent cough. Linglong, who lay asleep by her bed, immediately woke up. She hugged Jing Li crying and laughing and said, "Your Majesty, you are awake. Are you awake?"

"Cough, you're going to strangle me." Jing Li was weak all over. She couldn't stop Linglong's shaking like this. She suddenly felt dizzy and almost fainted again. After her reminder, Linglong immediately came to her senses. She suddenly stood up and went straight to the door and shouted, "Your Majesty is awake, the emperor is awake!"

"Your Majesty is awake!" Several voices sounded outside the door, and the room was full of people in an instant. How similar this scene was, but the mother was gone, and he had no relatives. She didn't feel some heat in her eyes.

The third prince, Jing Yun, came to her side with tears in his eyes, held her hand tightly, and opened his mouth a few times, but in the end there was only one sentence. She kept repeating: "Just wake up, just wake up!"

It was the Taifu who followed Jing Yun's words. She always burst into tears, looked at Jing Li's pale and bloodless little face, and said in a choarse voice, "Your Majesty, you shouldn't go out of the palace. Even if you want to go out of the palace, you have to ask the bodyguards to protect you. Those people are stupid and corrupt, and almost destroyed the Jing Dynasty."

As soon as she woke up, she suddenly faced such a large group of people. Jing Li didn't even have the energy to look at them again. She couldn't help but look up and waved. She didn't speak for a few days, and her voice was hoarse. She said weakly, "Well, I'm fine. I'm very tired. I want to take a break. You all retreat. !"

"Yes, let's go, let the emperor have a good rest." The third prince left with everyone, and Jing Li sighed and leaned against **. She looked around the room and recognized the Taihe Hall. She remembered that she was holding hands with her mother not long ago, but she was gone in the blink of an eye.