Chapter 75 It's hard to give up
Since the four princes were married, Feng Gui's palace seems to have calmed down this year's turmoil, and the strange events in the palace have faded. The only thing worth paying attention to is that the empress's body is getting worse day by day, and the former frowned empress has completely lost its color... The pale and bloodless The face is even more cold...
Maybe there are also ministers who sincerely care about the Empress and don't hesitate to pay a lot of money to hire the best doctor, but they still don't give the best dispute. Every doctor who has seen the Empress's disease shakes his head and sighs helplessly, saying that there is nothing he can do. Some old ministers around the Empress were also very worried. They did not hesitate to spend time searching for the world's wonderful medicine for the Empress, and also invited the Medicine Prince who lived deep in the Valley of Medicine King. But the Empress's illness still hasn't got any good...
After diagnosing the Empress, Prince Yao didn't say anything. He just stared at the Empress and didn't say a word. The two looked at each other for a while, and the Lord Yao said, "It's hopeless. Let's prepare for the afterth." It was to leave the imperial capital city, and this sentence made Feng Gui tremble.
"Yan Lao, Yao Lao, don't be busy walking. You can tell me first what kind of disease the emperor is!" As the old part of the Empress, Feng Gui's great general, Ming Jiu caught up with the Prince Yao who was about to leave and asked, "What is the stubborn disease of the emperor?" Please make it clear!"
"What stubborn disease?! What a wise empress, she is just a wayward little girl!" Prince Yao seemed to be a little excited and said, "I'm overindulging every day. I really don't take my life seriously!" She doesn't want to die herself. What's the hurry? It's just an empty body! - She wants to die, so let her die! Yao Lao, I don't care!"
Prince Yao was about to leave, and Ming Jiu did not dare to stop him. Listening to Yao Lao's diagnosis, she felt cold... She never thought that the emperor's illness was such a reason.
When you should only say these words for the Prince of Medicine, many ministers were present, and the news of the cause of the Empress's evil disease also did not flow in the palace...
Greed and greedy, tired and empty. After the subjects knew it, they really dared to be angry with the founding emperor.
According to the words of the Prince of Medicine, the order of the Empress cannot be preserved, but what everyone is more concerned about is that if the Empress returns to heaven, who is qualified to inherit the status?
The only emperor is still a baby, and the prince in the palace is not more than four years old. This throne, this world... I'm afraid it's going to change...
But things don't seem to be as simple as the ministers think, and the empress doesn't seem to be as weak as the big guy thinks.
With the 'stubborn disease', the Empress still insisted on the head of the court, reviewed the book, and dared not neglect it at all. The style of doing things is the same as before! Corrupt officials who are investigated and punished should pay attention to conviction and sentencing. Everything is as usual, but the Empress's body is really getting worse and worse.
It makes the ministers' hearts ache. The empress, who was originally a good old man, was already staggering and had to be served close to her before she could walk. That peerless face also became more and more pale and weak.
Although the Empress has minimized the number of people to accompany her every night, she still drinks all day long. Although the medical officer has repeatedly proposed to reduce the amount of alcohol, the Empress still drinks secretly.
No one knows that in the dead of night, the shrewd empress will turn back into a weak woman.
When removing the falsehood of the day and erasing the gorgeous grace, she is just a woman, the most ordinary woman, Qing Yi.
Whenever it is quiet at night, Qing Yi will scold the attendant and drink alone. Listening to the soft sound from afar, she burst into tears.
Only one person knows the truth and knows that the Empress is not as rumored. Indeed, the Empress is sick, Qing Yi is sick, and she is sick of lovesickness.
Fushuang knew that the master would listen to the sound of leaving the palace every night, and when he listened to the distant song of lovesickness, he would burst into tears. I can't persuade myself, so I can only watch from afar. Nowadays, I am the only one who can maintain a trace of connection between the master and the king.
Every day in the daytime, the frost will be assigned to leave the palace, secretly guarding Binghujun. Knowing that the night is coming, he will completely tell the master what Binghujun does every day. It is my daily task to watch the master cry.
"Master, it's more late at night. Please help you go back to your room."
"... It's a little cold. He doesn't have any clothes to keep out the cold." Qingyi stared at the direction of leaving the palace and didn't care what the frost was saying.
"Master..."
"In such a cold night, Huer is still playing music. His hands must have been frozen." Qingyi choked and couldn't bear to think about it anymore. He turned his back, covered his mouth, and lay down with tears.
"Master, you have to take care of yourself!"
"No, it doesn't matter... Cream, you think of something... Anyway... Anyway, find someone to send him some ginger soup to warm his stomach... I know that he has suffered a lot of grievances. You have to think of something... let him, let him love himself."
"Yes, master."
The cool wind invaded the body overnight, and the Empress's condition worsened the next day. She couldn't even get out of bed. The only thing she could do was to make a faint sound.
The critical illness of the Empress made everyone in the palace panic. Although the Empress ordered the government to be still supervised by Lan Yi, but the cultural relics and courtiers really sweated coldly for the Empress's condition.
After learning that the Empress was seriously ill, almost all the kings and side kings came to visit the Empress, but it was only after the screen, even the prince came to visit the doctor. Just across a screen, we can't see each other.
Only Fu waiter did not come to visit the Empress. Although he also knew it, he could not come to visit! He also hates that he can't accompany the Empress; he hates others and tortures his beloved until he is sick; he hates that he can't clean up those charming men at a time... Otherwise, how could he fall ill! It's all these people!
The situation of the Empress is getting worse and worse... At first, I could say a few words, but more than ten days later, it was even difficult to speak.
In the 18th year of Taiping, the Empress was seriously ill and was not allowed to go to the court for deliberations, and the full power of large and small accidents in the court was entrusted to Lan Jianguo. And he made an edict in those years and told him not to be called unless he died of illness.
A posthumous edict! This is a big deal! The Empress's move was like a wall in the hearts of those ministers. They didn't know who the next emperor would be, and they didn't dare to make this big bet.
When everyone is speculating about the edict of the Empress, the Empress actually has other plans in her heart. Although her body is 'sick', she will still chat for a while every night and frost.
After learning that Binghu knew that he was seriously ill, he also cried every day. Qing Yi was moved and could not explain it to him in time, but I also hoped to meet him at this moment, even for an hour!
"Shuang... Listen, don't you, play music again..." Qingyi, lying in **, spoke very hard.
"Master, you should have a good rest. Don't hurt yourself anymore."
"Chuang, I miss him so much... You, you bring him to see me... okay?"
"Master, if you come, I'm afraid it will alarm others."
"Cost, I beg you... Let me see him..."
"Yes, master, I'm going to bring you here." I really couldn't bear to listen to it. Fu Shuang bit his lip, performed light skills, and immediately left the Weiyang Palace.
Let's talk about Binghu, playing it day and night, just so that the Empress, who is far away in the Weiyang Palace, can hear the sound of her music. Binghu was still reading it, but it was her. It's not that she will ban herself here.
When he learned that the Empress was critically ill and wrote the news of the edict, he cried sadly. He was unwilling and unwilling to let the person he loved leave the world silently. All kinds of things in the past are still in my mind. He is so heroic and magnificent. How can he be seriously ill and can't be cured?
This night, when Binghu was playing music as usual, he only heard a contralto and asked, "Your Majesty, please go with me."
"! Who are you? Binghu was surprised. Looking at the woman in night clothes, he was a little panicked. He had thought before that someone would definitely come to assassinate him, maybe those side kings, or some of those ministers...
Fu Shuang came to him, knelt on one knee, and saluted, "I've seen you, Fu Shuang. My subordinates are ordered to pick you up and meet your master. Please don't make noise and attract the attention of others.
"...floating frost?" Binghu was stunned. She called herself Fushuang. Is it Fuyingwei? However, there are only two floating shadow guards in the world! Moreover, now the two of them are only military attachuarial officers, and the old department of Fuying Pavilion is also in the imperial class. Where can there be another 'floating frost'?
"My subordinates are ordered to pick you up and meet your master. Please don't make a noise." Fu Shuang got up. Before Binghu came to his senses, he picked him up and said softly, "I'm offended, Jun. Please hurry up." After saying that, he stepped on the empty cloud ladder and went straight to Weiyang Palace.
It was not until it was clear that it was Weiyang Palace that Binghu put down her vigilance and turned into excitement. I also heard Fu Shuang say, "The master's situation is not very good. You only have one hour to meet the master." After saying that, he stood outside the Weiyang bedroom and put down Binghu and said, "Don't disturb others. The frost will guard the door. After an hour, the frost will go in and take you back to the palace.
"Hmm..."
It doesn't matter. As long as you can see her, you can do whatever you want! Binghu thought about it and walked into the bedroom. He only saw that there were a lot of decorations missing in the bedroom. It was empty, and he could see the screen blocking the bed at a glance.
"Is it... Hu'er..." A faint voice came from behind the screen. Binghu was anxious. She quickly ran through the screen and saw Qing Yi, who was trying to do it.
"Emperor!" Binghu called gently. Looking at the pale Qingyi, she couldn't help but feel the pain in her heart. She rushed to the bed, threw herself into her arms, cried and gently, "Emperor, Emperor,... Emperor..."
"Fool,... why are you crying..." Qingyi's nose was hot, and he also cried.
"Emperor, Emperor... You, you'll be fine. Your illness will get better, Emperor..." Binghu tried his best not to cry loudly, holding the person who was already very thin in his arms. It really hurts in his heart!!
"Fool, don't cry. I'm not dead yet..." "Bah, don't say such a thing!" Binghu immediately interrupted her and said stubbornly, "The emperor will live a long life. The emperor will not die. The emperor is just sick. As long as he has a good rest, he will be fine."
"You're stupid, you're really stupid..." Qingyi shed tears by herself, but reached out to wipe his tears, let him hugged him, and enjoyed this rare sight.
Qingyi's silent tears are strong; but Binghu is not strong. Looking at his beloved suffering from illness, his heart is like thousands of insects biting, and he can't wait to replace her pain.
"Huer, don't cry... Shh, be quiet, don't attract others," Qing Yi said softly in his ear, "I miss you so much, I miss you so much... Huer, don't play music anymore, don't hurt your body."
"The emperor..., even if you hurt your hand, Binghu will also play music for the emperor! Emperor, even if Binghu's life expectancy is reduced for ten years, Binghu is willing to share the pain for the emperor.
"Little fool... How can I let you go..."