Chapter 184 [Remembering]

Chapter eighty-four [The memory is still fresh]

The snow is drifting, the wind is dancing, and the candlelight in the whole palace is extinguished, which is disturbing. The inner palace guards outside the door of the Longyan Palace. Everyone said little, for fear that the emperor would pull them down in anger.

A basin of blood was brought out from the inside until Dr. Wu personally came out with a plate covered with yellow cloth. Everyone knew that there were formed twins under the cloth, but no one dared to look at it, and his face was full of regret.

Ning Xue rushed forward crying and was immediately stopped by the attendant who was blocked outside. Let me in. I want to see Sister Mo. Brother Yan and Sister Mo are so pitiful. The child is gone like this. How can they stand it... How can I stand it..."

Fan Yun came up and pulled Ning Xue into his arms, with a sad face and said softly, "Xue'er, don't shout. It's useless. The emperor and your sister Mo need to be quiet now. If you cry like this, it will hinder the treatment of the doctor."

Ning Xue stopped crying, looked at Fan Yun with tears in her eyes, and asked with a sobbing voice, "Do you think Sister Mo will die?"

Fan Yun's heart trembled and frowned slightly and said, "No, Rumo loves the emperor so much. She will not be willing to leave the emperor and leave us. Besides, the emperor is the son of heaven. With the protection of a real dragon, she will definitely cover Rumo."

According to the rules, the emperor's bedroom is not allowed to see blood stains and filth, but that day when the emperor held a woman stained with blood under her skirt, it was enough to prove how important and loved the woman was in the emperor's heart.

Be a woman who is envious of everyone, enjoy endless glory and wealth, endless silk and satin, and unique love. Why should you have these? Is it just lucky? Perhaps this is a test for her, not a reward for her!

"I suddenly felt that I didn't belong here. I dreamed of a horse with wheels, a house higher than the temple, and something that could make a sound like bricks in my ear. Those are strange and familiar." This is a long list of words that Ru Mo woke up ten days later.

Everyone felt that the little imperial concubine couldn't stand the excitement and went crazy after losing her child. Only their emperor asked his little imperial concubine with surprise and patience, "Where does Moer belong?"

She slowly straightened up, and there was a little flexible light in her eyes, which was particularly dazzling against the pale and good face. She said slowly, "No matter where I belong, I don't want to go anywhere. I just want to stay with you. Even if I reincarnate a few times, I just want to turn around and see you!"

The sun and the moon are like flowing, for months. In the past few months, the emperor has not been in the early morning, and he has not come out of the Longzian Palace. I heard that the woman lying on the dragon couch has drunk dozens of pairs of medicine and eaten a lot of precious supplements, but it has not improved. I'm afraid that the medicine stone is useless, and the lamp will dry up. For this reason, the emperor also dismissed several imperial doctors from the imperial hospital, leaving only Dr. Wu to treat them. It seems that even if Dr. Wu is good at medical skills, he is afraid that he will be exhausted.

Shen Yue, who was released and walked out of the early morning hall together, heard the comments of the ministers and shouted angrily, "What kind of oil is dry? What's the lack of magic? My sister is fine. Don't curse her.

"Okay, why doesn't the emperor go to the early morning? Is she a charmer?" The leader, Pei Shuye, stood up unwillingly and fought back at Shen Yue, "You have just been released, and you are still in charge of your half-dead girl?"

Just as Shen Yue was about to fight back, he only heard a voice like a thunderstorm. "Grandpa, you are farting. Mr. Mr. Pei, dare you say that our little imperial concubine is half dead. I think you are dying. If you have the ability, do you dare to go to the emperor to say it? Do you dare? As long as you dare, I will take down my head and sit on your bench.

Uncle Pei's scalp was numb. He could still afford to provoke this scholar-like Shen Yue. If it were Zhang Ji, who was desperate now, he couldn't afford to provoke him. Only now he still has a plan. He couldn't help laughing and said, "General Zhang really can laugh. The general's head is used to go to the battlefield. How can he sit on the bench? I am also anxious. Looking at the emperor In the early morning for many months, many state affairs can't be delayed.

Pei Shuye said so, and Zhang Ji couldn't say anything more. He only sighed and turned to Shen Yue, "It's not the best for the emperor to go to the early morning. Let's go and see how the little imperial concubine is."

Shen Yue nodded and said, "Okay!"

Before approaching Longyan Palace, Shen Yue and Zhang Ji smelled a strange smell mixed with the smell of medicine and fragrance. After the close servant's biography, the emperor summoned him, and the two of them walked into the hall.

First, she saluted Xiao Yan and heard the sentence "Get up!". She looked up and was stunned. She saw that Ru Mo was focusing on pounding some spices. Although she had a sick face on her face, she was in good spirits, especially the upturned corners of her mouth, which seemed to be in a particularly good mood.

Xiao Yan sat aside and looked at Ru Mo attentively. He frowned silently, and his warm eyes flashed through thousands of emotions. He saw that she was wrong, as if the snow that immediately melted into the warm sun, no one could hold it.

As soon as Ru Mo saw Shen Yue and Zhang Ji, she was immediately overjoyed. "Brother Shen, General Zhang, you are here. I'm developing a new incense. This time, I'm going to develop a different one, which is more impressive than yi xin zui."

Shen Yue approached Ru Mo, looked at her, and said with concern, "Why don't you take a break? When can't the incense be developed, but at this time?"

Ru Mo slowly lowered her head, and suddenly felt sad and happy. She whispered, "I don't want to rest anymore. I want to do something magnificent and can be passed on, so..."

"It must be spread. No matter what the little imperial concubine does, it will be earth-shaking and spread thousands of miles." Zhang Ji interrupted Ru Mo and smiled, "The little imperial concubine looks really much better. I believe it will get better in a short time. It's all those people who talk nonsense, which makes my old Zhang anxious."

"What do you listen to other people's nonsense? Do they know my own body better than me?" Ru Mo gave Zhang Ji a white look, and her smile returned to her mouth. She pinched a little incense powder to let Zhang Ji smell, "This is the best smell. Is it good for you?"

Zhang Ji sniffed hard, sneezed and said, "It smells good."

After hearing this, Rumo's smile became bigger and bigger, and a sweetness and satisfaction came out of her heart.

Shen Yue's eyes sank, and suddenly he was silent, as if he had no hope to fall out of the silence, weighing heavily on people's hearts.

There was a busy time in the imperial hospital. No one opened his mouth for boiling medicine and chopping medicine. In the past few days, several new imperial doctors came in. No one was reprimanded by the emperor a lot. It's better to be cautious.

Shen Yue pushed the door and entered. Dr. Wu, who was weighing the medicine, was not surprised, but sighed and said, "Are you here for the little imperial concubine?"

Shen Yue nodded and then came straight to the point, "You know why I'm here, just say it quickly. What's wrong with Ru Mo's illness?"

"There is no comment." Dr. Wu gave four words, and his fingers slowly fluctuated the small scale on the scale pole.

Shen Yue stared at Dr. Wu, frowned and said, "Do you think I don't know anything if you don't tell me? I can check the prescription and pulse case, and I can ask other imperial doctors one by one. Who says that literati can't do the things of generals? I'm in a hurry. I will do everything.

Dr. Wu avoided Shen Yue's scrutiny and said lightly, "The emperor doesn't want people to know. Do you think you have found out what you have done?"

Shen Yue grasped the topic and said worriedly, "The emperor doesn't want people to know, which means that Rumo's condition is serious. I really can see it."

Dr. Wu put down the scale and said slowly, "What if you can see it? What if you don't see it? As a doctor, my duty is to treat patients, but sometimes I am helpless!"

Shen Yue begged, "I'm just a brother who wants to know about my sister's condition. As long as I can save my sister, no matter what medicine is used, even if it's Tianshan Xuelian, I will pick it for you. You are the best medical skills in the imperial hospital. Please help Rumo."

Dr. Wu shook his head with a moved face and said regrettedly, "I can't do it. I can't do it. No medicine can do anything. Since the birth of the little imperial concubine's body is getting worse and worse, now her qi and blood are condensed and her expression is lax. Even if I eat ginseng, I can't make up for it. I've tried my best. I'm afraid I can only help the little imperial concubine until the end of the month."

Shen Yue took a step back in panic. He only knew that Ru Mo's body was difficult to treat, but he didn't expect that she could only last until the end of the month. Now it's only three days away from the end of the month, that is to say, will she leave in three days? No, it's too cruel.

The sky is slowly getting dark, and you can see the falling flowers outside through the curtain. Everything is as blurry as in the smoke. With the rare gusts of wind coming from afar, it blew louder and louder, like a surging tide, which almost drowned the emperor's nerves unstoppably.

She wears a big red silk satin, embroidered with vivid clouds and smoke on her skirt, and wears a light veil in her arms, as if she can't hold on the clouds, and it seems that the dragon is rising and the phoenix dance is hovering.

Tonight's moonlight is very light, but it reflects her snow-white and slightly powdered face. He suppressed his fear of losing her, and went back to many years ago in a trance, the little Gong'e standing in the middle of the petals chanting "Chun Si"...

Her long sleeves were thrown over, and the clusters of petals were mixed with a few wisps of strange fragrance, which rose one after another and slowly fell down. She rotated like a butterfly shuttling in the wind, perched in his arms in the blink of an eye. She stretched out her hand to touch the bright yellow dragon robe he was wearing. When her fingertips touched the five-claw plate dragon on the dragon robe, she couldn't help smiling, "It's the best for you to wear the dragon robe. I want to look more, so as not to be robbed by other concubines to see it. I can't see it."

He leaned over and kissed her lips, touched it gently, and separated after a little water. His eyes were as gentle as water. "You made fun of me again. You toss me hard enough. How dare you have any other concubines?"

She saw him, and her eyes were clear without a trace of impurities. "The emperor has to have three palaces and six courtyards. If I'm not here, there will be someone..."

"Do not say unlucky words. You still want to be my queen and join hands with me to see the world." He gagged her mouth with the hand of his hand, and his voice trembled a little. "There are countless famous doctors in various countries. Even if I walk all over the mountains and rivers, I will treat you."

"Does the fragrance just now smell good?" She avoided the topic just now, smiled faintly from her lips, and joked, "This is my newly developed incense, called 'engraved in the heart', but it seems to have failed. Its fragrance can't last. Now I want to change its name, 'forgotten love', okay?"

"I can't forget your..." He stared at her, and his arms couldn't help tightening again and again, as if she would die with the wind as soon as he let go. His face was still smiling, and he kissed the tears in her eyes.

On the sky, the thick clouds are getting heavier and heavier, pressing the eaves of the palace low, and the only remaining light of the string moon is also hidden in the clouds. She raised her head, and the mottled candlelight seemed to disappear, turning into a gloomy brown, losing most of her sight.

He was shocked in vain and felt the colder and colder body of the person in his arms. Looking at the violent ups and downs of her chest, it seemed to be a more turbulent sharp pain. She buried her head and clung closer to him, as if she were asking for the last warmth.