Step on a branch

Chapter 91 Returning to the Light (asking for a monthly pass)

Qin Luan doesn't understand Qihuang.

She doesn't know the pulse and doesn't know the prescription, but she can see the state of a seriously ill person.

There was a strong death breath on His Highness's body.

He is still very young and has not yet reached the crown, but his life has come to an end.

Qin Luan backed away from the bed, and said to Imperial Physician Liao, Judgment of the Children's Court, and Nanny Zhong: "Your life is up, and you can't change your fate."

"The life-saving medicine doesn't work either?" Imperial Physician Liao asked.

"I can only hang on for a while," Qin Luan pursed his lower lip, and explained, "It's just to return to the light, so that His Royal Highness can wake up, say goodbye to his relatives, and explain the affairs behind him, that's all. If you want to feed, please ask the emperor Make up your mind with the empress."

Hearing this, the judge of the Children's Court let out a long sigh.

As a doctor, he has long been prepared.

His Majesty looks like the lamp is exhausted, no matter how miraculous the elixir in the world is, it is very difficult to snatch it from the hands of Lord Hades.

And being able to wake up and say a few words is already a great skill.

Nanny Zhong swayed, wiped the corners of her eyes, and said, "I'll go and report to the empress."

The message is delivered.

Not long after, the empress came in a hurry.

She made it all the way, her hair scattered by the cold wind, and she looked haggard.

He just took a deep breath and rushed to this place, seeing a young girl standing in the corridor, Empress Cheng didn't bother to take a closer look, and stepped forward to hold her shoulders.

"Is there really no other way?" Empress Cheng's voice trembled.

Qin Yuan raised her hand to support her, and said: "Your Majesty, my daughter Qin Yuan, the one who took the pill with Your Highness is my elder sister, she is inside."

Only then did Empress Cheng realize that she had asked the wrong person.

She faced Qin Yuan, trying to force a smile, but there was nothing she could do.

She had no choice but to sigh and said, "I misidentified the person."

Empress Cheng let go of Qin Yuan and walked into the hall, just in time to meet Qin Luan who heard the sound.

She wanted to ask again, but the breath of anxiety was exhausted, leaving only helplessness and pain, her lips murmured, and she was finally unable to speak, only tears kept rolling in her eyes.

Qin Luan held her arm and said softly: "Your Majesty, don't let His Highness worry about you."

Upon hearing this, Empress Cheng took a deep breath and forced back her tears: "Is he awake?"

"I haven't fed the medicine yet," Qin Luan said, "Time is tight, I will feed you when you come."

Empress Cheng gritted her teeth tightly.

This time, she didn't bite her lip.

On her lips, there was a wound left earlier.

The bleeding had stopped, but the wound was still there. A thick layer of lip balm was applied to cover all the marks.

"Mommy," said Empress Cheng and Nanny Zhong, "cut my hair for me, I can't let Yuan'er see me like this."

While Empress Cheng was combing her hair, Qin Luan took out the porcelain bottle, poured out the last pill, and handed it to Imperial Physician Liao.

Physician Liao opened Zhao Yuan's mouth, stuffed the pill in, and then quietly observed His Highness's reaction.

He remembered that the last time Mrs. Shizi took medicine, there was a change almost instantly, and the effect was remarkable.

But this time, maybe Zhao Yuan was too sick, and after a while, he slowly opened his eyes.

Before the sick bed, there was a close servant, a familiar imperial physician, and a strange girl.

Zhao Yuan looked at Qin Luan suspiciously, as if thinking of something, he frowned.

Eunuch Min understood Zhao Yuan very well, and hurriedly said: "Your Highness, this is Miss Qin, and I will give you a pill, that's all."

"Elixir?" Zhao Yuan murmured, his voice very soft.

Hearing that Zhao Yuan woke up, Empress Cheng hurried to the bed and held her son's hand.

After seeing his mother who pretended to be calm, Zhao Yuan suddenly understood.

"You," Zhao Yuan's throat rolled, "has your son been ill for a long time? What time is it today?"

Empress Cheng's lower lip trembled.

When Zhao Yuan fell ill, it was only the fifth day of the lunar new year, but now, it is already in the early tenth.

After seeing his mother, Zhao Yuan turned to look at Qin Luan: "The medicine you gave me? How long do I have to live?"

Qin Luan replied directly: "You can still talk for an hour."

Time is scarce and should not be wasted.

Zhao Yuan was in a daze, and then accepted the reality: "I have a conversation with my mother."

Everyone retreated, only Empress Cheng accompanied Zhao Yuan.

"Mother's life is fixed, and my son can only go here," Zhao Yuan smiled softly, "My son's body is like this, and he is already prepared to die early, but he is reluctant to part with you. Can I give you Being a son, the son is very satisfied, but it's a pity that the relationship between the mother and the child is not close, so I can't go on."

Empress Cheng squeezed her fingers tightly, trying not to cry.

"After your son fell ill, people around you should have told you that your son didn't want to harm an innocent girl," Zhao Yuan said, "I didn't know the answer back then, but now that I think about it, it might be Miss Qin, right?

No matter who it is, don't hurt her.

The son wanted to leave cleanly. Later, when historians wrote about the sons of Emperor Qingyuan, they only wrote that the son loved books, knew the etiquette, but was weak, instead of dragging someone down when he was dying.

Don't get your hands dirty. "

Empress Cheng's tears that she had suppressed forcibly flowed up again, and she choked up and said: "My queen promised you, and my mother promised me, and my mother will never break her promise."

The mother and son were talking when there was a commotion outside.

The emperor has arrived.

Zhao Yuan rolled his eyes and said warmly: "Please come in, Father, my son still has something to say to Father."

Even though Empress Cheng was extremely reluctant, she was unwilling to go against Zhao Yuan's wish at the last moment and get up to invite the emperor.

Outside the hall, the emperor who had already learned the result stood there in a daze.

He knew that Zhao Yuan was seriously ill this time, and he knew that the situation was extremely pessimistic, but it was only at this moment that he really realized that his eldest son was leaving.

Admittedly, his relationship with his eldest son was not harmonious.

He didn't like Empress Cheng, and naturally he didn't like Zhao Yuan either.

Especially, as Zhao Yuan grows up, he has learned a lot from Sangong and Sangu, and his pedantic temper is simply another Xu Taifu.

One was aggressive towards him in the name of a teacher and student; the other was a father-son relationship, and spoke directly to him.

He said all the things he didn't like to hear.

But no matter how he didn't like it, he was also his son, the son he made him proud of "reading the books".

Why did he come to such a step all of a sudden?
The emperor suddenly became angry with Zhao Qi.

If Zhao Qi hadn't gone crazy and said those things to Zhao Yuan, wouldn't he have fallen ill, and wouldn't have reached the point where there was no cure?
The closed palace door opened, revealing Empress Cheng's weary face.

Looking at the emperor, a trace of unbearable hatred flashed across Empress Cheng's eyes, and there was even more grief in her eyes, covering up that trace of hatred.

"Yuan'er has something to tell you," Queen Cheng said, "Go in quickly."

The emperor stepped in quickly.

Standing in front of the bed, the emperor looked down at Zhao Yuan.

Maybe it was because of the backlight, Zhao Yuan's complexion didn't look too bad, and his eyes were bright, which made the emperor feel dazed for a moment.

Yuan'er can still live.

But this trance was completely shattered by Zhao Yuan's words.

"Father," Zhao Yuan's voice was very soft, but every word was clear, "My son is not filial, let Father, you white-haired person send black-haired person."

　Continue to call for monthly tickets, let me call for two more days, and stop calling after the new book month...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)