The little petite bag of the fourth master of Qingchuan

Chapter 424
Liang Jiugong was beside him, lowering his head with a heavy expression.

Long live has been unable to eat anything for many days.

Even though the imperial physician came in and out, one prescription on the left and one prescription on the right prescribed many prescriptions, but it was still useless.

"Palpitations, right hand malfunctioning, hand trembling and head shaking, looking indecent"

The emperor always described his symptoms with a wry smile.

But only in front of the imperial physician.

If you go out, the emperor will not let you speak.

Don't look at the majestic and majestic clothes the emperor is wearing now - that's when he didn't wait for the bath at night.

At that time, only eunuchs like Liang Jiugong who served close to him could see with their own eyes: the emperor's current legs are so thin that they are scary!
It was as light as two sticks, swinging in the boot shaft.

It's hard to imagine that this was once the mighty and vigorous body of the emperor.

Liang Jiugong watched and wiped his tears with his sleeve several times when he went out.

What a pain in my heart!
Although there is no one in this world who is not old, and it is inevitable for people to be old, but other old people can care for their grandchildren and take care of their lives when they are old.

But the emperor can't.

He has been an emperor all his life, and he has long been used to getting up early and going to bed late, asking about every detail.

How can the body bear it if it goes on like this?

……

Kangxi stretched out his hand to caress his left chest, only feeling some faint pain and stuffiness in his chest.

He lowered his hand calmly, and tried hard to take a breath—but the breath seemed to be choked between his heart.

Hongyun noticed something, supported Kangxi's back, and asked worriedly: "Is there something wrong with Huang Mafa?"

Kangxi was not happy with the attitude of others treating him like a dying old man.

Even if it is true.

He patted Hong Yun's shoulder, forced himself to smile calmly and said, "It's nothing, Hong Yun."

Hong Yun was still worried, raised his head and glanced at Liang Jiugong, and saw that Eunuch Liang lowered his head deeply, unable to see the expression on his face clearly.

Kangxi gathered himself together, looking at his grandson with worry in his eyes.

This look cannot be faked.

Kangxi's heart warmed up, and his eyes slowly moved from Hongyun's face to his mother-in-law Gu's face.

Seeing Wan Sui looking at Gu Yaoyao, the fourth elder brother winked at Gu Yaoyao, and Gu Yaoyao also came forward.

She is the side concubine of the crown prince, so it is not good for her to stand side by side with the fourth elder brother, so she knelt down at a position far behind the fourth elder brother.

The scent of rice flowers wafted in the wind, and the sound of insects and birdsong was faintly heard, and everything was quiet.

I only heard Kangxi say: "You arranged it carefully, I am here today very well."

He held Hong Yun's hand with one hand, and looked at Gu Yaoyao with deep and kind eyes.

At this time, it was past noon, the sun was slanting westward slightly, and the summer sunlight came from between the shades of the trees and fell on his body in spots.

The fourth elder brother turned around and saw that Gu Yaoyao had already kowtowed, so he respectfully said to Kangxi on her behalf: "Heaven's grace is boundless, to be praised by Huang Ama is the greatest fortune for my son's side concubine."

Kangxi looked sideways at Hongyun, then at Gu Yaoyao, and smiled slightly: "Probably much more than that."

Gu Yaoyao knelt down and kowtowed again.

She knew in her heart that Kangxi liked Hongyun so much, and she was Hongyun's biological mother, so the meaning of Kangxi's words could not be more clear.

He wants Hong Yun to be his successor's successor.

……

A scream from above suddenly interrupted her thoughts.

When Gu Yaoyao raised his head, the fourth elder brother had already got up and rushed over, shouting tremblingly: "Huang Ama! Huang Ama!"

He turned around and shouted: "Call the imperial physician! Go call the imperial physician! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Kangxi collapsed on the chair, stroking his left chest with one hand, his eyes widened in horror—even the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, when faced with death, would inevitably feel the same fear as ordinary people.

But soon, the expression in his eyes changed from panic to desolation, and then from desolation to calmness.

The fourth elder brother saw Kangxi struggling to roll his eyes, looking at Hongyun.

He looked at Yinzhen again.

His eyes circled back and forth between the father and son.

He didn't have the strength to raise his hand anymore, so he could only tell the fourth elder brother what he wanted in his heart in this way.

The fourth elder brother clenched his hand, knelt on the ground and said in a mournful voice: "Ama Huang, son understands! Ama Huang, don't worry!"

Hong Yun burst into tears: "Huang Mafa! Huang Mafa!"

Huang Mafa has nearly a hundred grandchildren, and many of them have never seen Huang Mafa since they were young, so naturally they don't have any deep feelings.

But Hong Yun is different.

Although the time Huang Ama spends with him is limited, far less than the time when he was brought up with the deposed prince——Huang Mafa has always been full of praise for him.

Even if there is no such blood and blood relationship between grandparents and grandchildren, it is difficult for a person to forget another person who appreciates and affirms himself wholeheartedly.

Hong Yun cried very sadly - he held Kangxi's hand tightly and rubbed it in his palm desperately, as if by doing this he could transfer part of his young and vigorous vitality to Huang Mafa's body.

But, of course, it's futile.

Gu Yaoyao's heart was beating wildly, hearing Hong Yun crying heart-piercingly, and seeing Si elder brother sternly urging the imperial physician.

She clenched the fingers in her sleeves and fell to her knees.

It is now the 57th year of Kangxi. If it follows the order of official history-Kangxi actually has four years.

However, in this time and space, it now appears that the handover of power has been advanced to the 57th year of Kangxi.

Hong Hui also knelt down.

Huang Mafa doesn't think much of him - this point, Hong Hui himself knows.

However, he didn't care.

In front of him, seeing people around him crying and shouting together, Hong Hui raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eyes with his sleeve—he thought of the situation when his mother-in-law left.

……

The doctor actually came very quickly.

After all, Wansui is not in good health now, and wherever he goes, he will always quietly bring one or two imperial physicians by his side, and they only say that they are checking the pulse of peace.

In fact, what is the peace pulse?

I can't live without the imperial physician every day - it's already unsafe.

Under normal circumstances, imperial physicians would not serve Long Live by their side like Liang Jiugong and the others.

What's more, Long Live is still going to the Prince's Garden today-I am going to visit my son's house.

It's a family feast.

It's even worse for the imperial physician to follow him to the back garden casually.

Together with the guards, he was waiting in the Yuanmingyuan on duty. Who would have thought that such a thing would happen suddenly.

However, for Kangxi's sudden heart disease, it is useless to come quickly.

Glancing at Long Live's face, the imperial physician already knew what was going on.

However, procedures must be followed.

He tremblingly went forward, inspected it carefully, and then wept, turned around and knelt down to the fourth elder brother: "Your Highness... long live... passed away!"

The crying in the garden seemed to stir up a thousand waves with one stone—first it started from the people around Wan Sui, and then gradually spread the scope of the crying.

The servants walking on the road knelt down and pointed in the direction of Wansui's death.

……

In the 57th summer of Kangxi, Emperor Kangxi died in the tranquility of Yuanmingyuan in the suburbs of Beijing.

(End of this chapter)