Chapter 188 Dust Return to Dust 4

I pushed him away, and my heart suddenly sank. I only felt a burst of bone-eating cold and pain spread to the limbs in an hour. After a long time, I slowly recovered: "Don't say it! I'd rather die! Do you know how much Yaner likes you? Why do you use her love for you to turn her into a devil?" I lowered my head and smiled bitterly, "The root is in me... Or, I have to go to the palace. I should have promised your eldest brother, at least he is sincere enough and knows more about love."

" shut up! Do you regret it? Do you think he should live to rule the world now, and I should die in that war!" He roared and his eyes were full of jealousy, which he had always been like.

I shook my head with a sneer: "How can you die? You are so far-sighted and exquisite that you will still be the one who holds the world. You can't wait to have you alone in my world, so in addition to power coercion, except for Li Jiancheng and killing Song Yi, it is all your possessiveness. In any case, their death is heartbreaking for me, and you have never estimated my feelings and go your own way. Why are you so cruel and desperate! You are so terrible, so selfish!" I smiled, and tears had already flooded. I looked up at the top of the gorgeous cage, and the feeling of loneliness surged violently. "Now I have nothing, nothing more."

He shook his head with panic: "I'm still there, I..."

"You are not! You have always belonged to yourself. I interrupted him and couldn't stop laughing at myself. He looked at my wanton smile and was silent for a long time, holding me tightly despite the bleeding wound on his shoulder: "It's my fault. I made you too painful. You blame me, you blame me, whatever you want, just don't refuse me and don't leave me.

There is uncontrollable pain, but under the pain, there is a clear fear and bone-invasive cold. All this is under his control. I don't hate anyone, I don't blame anyone, but I just don't accept it anymore. I pressed his wound and pushed it hard, but he still held me tightly with a pain. This is the pain. When you are hurt by your beloved and deeply hurt by him, this kind of pain can't be replaced by any feeling. Does he understand? Does he feel it?

I can no longer pretend to smile reluctantly. I was held in his arms and spit out four words coldly and hotly: "It's not easy to talk about it."

He held my body for a while, and he pressed me firmly in his arms. His arms trembled slightly and sighed. The neck was slightly moist, and it was completely cold. After a while, he let go of me and looked at me quietly with his painful red eyes, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes. I was so sad that I looked at him in a daze and didn't want to say anything. I just wanted to remember the moment when he cried for me. He stretched out his arm to touch my face, and his eyebrows were locked. He had no choice but to stiffen, and the wound on his shoulder was bleeding red again. After a moment, he smiled bitterly and said helplessly, "Bry the hemostatic ointment from your temple."

I always sat there, but it was not hot and said lightly, "Your Majesty can directly ask for a royal doctor."

He looked at me calmly and got up to go to the inner hall to turn over the cabinet. He gave him the hemostatic dredging cream, and he quickly found it out of the bottles and jars. Through the bead curtain, he took off his robe in the inner hall, and a large area of white blasphemy has been dyed red. My heart ached, and the lingering light from the corners of my eyes secretly watched him apply the medicine to himself without even dry the blood. He messed up the medicine on the wound, but quickly put on his robe and put the hemostatic ointment back in place without leaving any traces of injury.

He sighed, sat on the chair in the inner hall, and raised his voice to call Eunuch Zhou in. Grandpa Zhou came in, looked at me strangely, and then bent over outside the curtain to bless Li Shimin. Li Shimin was silent for a moment and slowly exhaled, "I don't see anyone today. Tomorrow morning, I will take my court uniform and wait outside the hall."

"Yes." Grandpa Zhou did not doubt it, but just had to step down and retreat to the hall. Li Shimin looked at me intentionally or unintentionally, leaned on the soft chair, dragged his forehead with one hand, and quietly closed his eyes. He did not leave the Deqing Palace, did not tell the maid to wipe the wound with clear water, and asked Eunuch Zhou to go to the Dragon Hall to get the imperial uniform, which was obviously to cover up the fact that he was injured. Why can't he be ruthless, and why does he still hide my fault this time?

He is in the inner hall, and I am in the outer hall. We are facing the same direction, separated by a silent palace bead curtain. The original clear sky gradually filled with dark clouds, and the empty rain sobbed desolately. The summer flowers withered from the branches and retreated their gorgeous colors in the rain, and their pale struggled to pieces.

The candlelight in the hall is getting brighter and brighter, like tears flying all over the sky. In the staggered present life or in the past, as the bead curtain knocked in the sound of rain, I quietly rolled over the curtain, and my eyes flowed on his quiet face, how much helplessness was hidden between his light eyebrows, and how much regret was hidden from his closed eyes. Pressing down, I leaned half beside him, looked up at him and frowned. My heart was filled with many reluctance and heartache, which gradually spread to my whole body, choked secretly, and exhausted the last bit of tenderness.

I slowly stretched out my hand uncontrollably. When my fingertips touched his pale cheek, the touch below normal temperature still made me shrink involuntarily. I took a soft and deep breath, and my fingers gently and slowly stroked his eyebrows, his lips, and the coolness of his skin, little by little, through my fingertips, to the bottom of my heart. The chest covered with a dark robe rose slightly, and there was a faint dark color above, and the faint smell of blood emitted in the air. I stopped my fingertips and my eyes suddenly fell on the dark color.

I would rather die than others die because of me. Similarly, I would rather cut myself with thousands of knives than hurt him with my own hands. I stabbed this wound. I hurt him and have pierced my own heart and broken ten thousand pieces. However...

I miss him, I miss him, and I love him, but I can no longer face him, so I have to give him up.

Slowly withdrew my hand and wrapped my shoulder, but it was useless. It was still cold, so cold. Finally, when I was unable to hold on, I buried myself in my arms, deeply hiding the fragility and helplessness in my eyes at this moment, but after all, I couldn't hide the fear and sadness that gushed out of my heart, as dark as night and could not break free.

This night, the water shone with two shadows, and it is difficult to escape a final separation.

Li Shimin did not mention the death of Muyan in our Deqing Palace, and no one dared to ask more. Muyan has no background, no family background, and no one cares much about her death now. Except for Yan Jingwen, who hates me now, but this is also good.

The heart is like water, and like the wings of a cicada, and can no longer bear the things heavier than the sunshine. Putting aside everything, the Ming and Qing Dynasties are like mirrors, no longer thinking, no longer thinking, no longer crazy. In the story that continued to be staged in the palace, I was out of the matter, no longer inquired and no longer cared, but rumors gradually increased.

The palace people live on the master who serves. The master is favored, and they are naturally superior elsewhere. When the master is neglected, they are bullied elsewhere. I find more and more that the palace people of Deqing Palace no longer follow as before, often late for this and that. I know it well and won't pursue it.

On this day, I took out two exquisite boxes from the cabinet, which collected some of the jewelry that Li Shimin had rewarded me and the rest of the silver. I usually like to reward the palace people, but only that was left until the end. The maid in charge brought me medicine soup from the Shang Pharmaceutical Bureau. Since Song Yi didn't have it and Li Shimin was indifferent, Shang Pharmacy also neglected me and no longer sent people to send medicine soup, and the medicine to relieve the disease was often told that the source was missing. I had no choice but to ask the maid in charge to pay more attention to the medicine. There are still one or two days less than the medicine. I know one or two of them, but I also have the cheek to let people go to the pharmacy to urge the medicine. I still have unfinished business and unrelated ties. I can only be tough and ashamed like this.

I waved my hand and motioned her to put down the medicinal soup first. The maid in charge turned up, saw two boxes on the desk, and asked with a little puzzlement and panic, "Mother, what are you doing?"

As I opened the two boxes, I said, "You have served my palace for so many years, and you have taken these to share them with the palace people. Then, let you go to the palace you want to go to.

When the maid saw the things inside, she immediately took two steps back from the boxes and choked slightly: "Mother, are you driving us away?"

I smiled faintly and shook my head: "It's not that I can't drive you away, but that I can't keep you."

The maid in charge of the palace thought for a moment, picked up the two boxes, and her eyes were determined: "Mother, don't worry, no matter what they decide, I swear to follow the Empress!"

I'm so relieved that there is such a maid around me. I smiled sincerely and only sighed: I'm afraid that she is the only one left in this palace who can treat me well.