box of hearts

Chapter 263 Looking at My Hometown (7)
Qi Hong on the bed opened his mouth wide, as if he needed to breathe harder, and it was also like the expression that fell on his face when he first realized that he was about to become a shameful traitor many years ago.

And the person who was betrayed by him has already left.

Qi She withdrew from the sleeping hall, moved to the side hall, calmed down, ordered a group of people to be gathered beside him, and asked imposingly, "Who is in charge?"

A row of eunuchs rolled out, "The servant Zheng Ping kowtowed to the prince."

"The emperor is so ill, don't you know how to call the imperial physician? Don't you know how to call someone to report to me?"

This question made Zheng Ping at a loss, thinking that the sooner the emperor dies, the sooner your regent will ascend the throne and become emperor, aren't we all trying to figure out what to do, to help you?But it's not easy to say this clearly, so I had to kowtow and say, "Returning to the prince, the emperor has been so sick for three days and two days, no one can tell whether it is serious or not, and dare not disturb the prince. .”

Qi She took a sip of tea in a calm manner, and then threw the golden tea bowl in his hand directly on Zheng Ping's head, "What a bad thing you are! If you sneeze, you have to keep your head in your hands and wait carefully. Remember, even if it’s against the sky, it won’t be your turn for a lowly slave like you to abuse the emperor. From today onwards, send me three shifts Stand by the hospital bed, if there is anything wrong with the emperor, I will be the first to bury you who have no kingly law."

The tea bowl rolled to the ground, Zheng Ping's forehead was already dripping with blood, the rest of them had seven souls on their backs and three souls on their backs, and even the soup bowl in the hands of the little fireman who had just entered the door trembled.Zhou Dun quickly took it and put it inside with his own hands.Not long after, the imperial physician also came to the island.In fact, Qi She had heard about it for a long time. Qi Hong was tired of drinking and eating for more than half a year. When he saw it with his own eyes, he knew it was not a disease.He encountered such starvation in Tatar when he was young. Although he seemed to be on the verge of death, he could be relieved immediately after drinking a bowl of fresh mutton soup.Sure enough, after the diagnosis and treatment, the imperial physician also said that the emperor was not seriously ill, but was too weak and needed to take medicine quietly.Qi She ordered him to take care of him overnight, and watched the medicine in the pot before getting up and leaving Nantai.

When the rattan sedan chair was carried across the suspension bridge, he stared blankly at the dark and quiet lake around him, trying to calm down the billowing waves in the lake in his heart one by one.

The sedan chair was supposed to be carried back to the Prince Regent's Mansion, but Qi She changed his mind on the way and turned around to Shichahai.He didn't ask the gatekeeper to report inside, and he entered Huaju as soon as he walked in.

Several maids were turning off the lights, Qi She hurriedly gestured to them and asked a few words quietly.Yingzhi helped him change his clothes, saying that the empress had already rested.Qi She pushed open the door of the suite, and saw the piano painting sitting on the floor covering his head, soundly asleep. He smiled, and was about to go in, but stopped outside the curtain of the bedroom holding his breath.

After a long time, he didn't even have the mood to calm down and listen to Qing Tian's song.In it, she hummed a song that she had never sung to him alone. It was not Kunqu Opera, not a minor tune, without any twists and turns or coloratura, just an extremely simple melody. Sing this song round and round.Qi She closed her eyes in front of the door, and listened to it for a full quarter of an hour, only to feel that the turmoil in her heart was all at peace under the caress of this song.He knew what song it was.

He opened a corner of the door curtain of Baizitu with a smile, and saw Qingtian sitting under the lamp, with eyes downcast and smiling, sewing a childish little dress stitch by stitch.But for no reason, her lullaby suddenly choked up, the needle stopped, her hands pressed against her lower abdomen, and her upper body trembled and cried.Before the first teardrop fell, she turned her face away, not letting the tears stain the embroidered clothes in her hands.

Qi She stared blankly at this scene, he couldn't count how many times in a day, he was thrown in front of the naked and cruel facts unprepared.Qingtian was always happy in front of him, and he thought she was really happy—how could she be happy?A mother goes through the pain of hellish childbirth in order to hold a happy paradise in her heart after that, but Qingtian, she will have nothing.Her swollen breasts will never have little mouths to suck, her tender arms will be a dusty cradle, and the pangs of childbirth that tore her body and tore her flesh and blood will be with her forever.Qi She can even imagine that five, eight, or ten years later, if he, out of good intentions, forcibly brings the little son who grew up under the knee of his step-concubine Zhan to Qingtian to take a look at him, the child who relies on his status Will even be reluctant to say hello.Qingtian would behave like a crush with low self-esteem, staring at the other party with tears in his eyes, wishing to rub him into his arms, but he didn't dare to move his little finger lightly, lest he would offend the other party.And that delicate little face that has just taken shape will definitely be full of blatant dislike and contempt, the little prince's noble eyes can't recognize, in his eyes, this humble family, this clumsy person The old witch who scattered pastries all over the floor is the person who loves her the most in this world.

Qingtian was still weeping silently and violently. From the gap in the door curtain, Qi She saw the light of the bead-covered glass lamp falling from the top of her head upside down, like a golden tower, suppressing her upright at the bottom of the tower.After thousands of years of practice, love is as deep as the sea, and she is no match for the disparity between humans and monsters in the world.She was a good wife and mother for nothing, she was not worthy of her husband, her children, this woman was not born worthy of a home.Isn't it?She always kept saying that he was grateful to him for giving her a home, but all Qi She could remember was that he would leave her behind on every family reunion festival and return to a mansion where rituals were held; The priests never had her turn to drink and serve food, and the ancestors in the sky would not eat what passed her hands; if he passed away, she would never even touch his coffin, and she would be expelled from Beifu immediately. He is not qualified to give him a funeral.And Qi She didn't believe that such an intelligent woman as Qingtian would not be able to see the bleakness of the road ahead, but she didn't ask for anything, even at such a helpless moment, she would not exchange tears for him even a little bit of the most Cheap guilt.At the moment, Qi She felt that he was no different from a treacherous small businessman, and all he passed were counterfeit gold-plated coins.He can't give Qingtian the dignity of a wife, but he enjoys the pleasure of being her husband; he is her child's father in vain, but he can't let her hold her head high and be a mother.

This may be the most frustrating day in his life, as if all the love debts he owed for half his life were spread out one by one and settled one by one: Concubine Rong, Concubine Wan, Concubine Shun, Xi He, Qi Hong...everyone Those who had been intimate with him either died in pain or lived in pain, and even the only person who could soothe his pain, the one who he tried his best to prevent it from suffering, died so painfully. before his eyes.Qi She couldn't figure out why, after doing everything he could, he became such a complete loser.

He put down the door curtain, took two steps back, stood there for a moment, then deliberately made a noise, and laughed loudly, "Qin Hua's hooves, the master is still dead when he comes back."

Qin Hua wiped her eyes in a cloud and turned over, just got up yawning, when the curtain at the other end moved, Qing Tian was driven out of the bedroom, the heart-wrenching misery disappeared without a trace, her face was clear and pleasant, "Didn't you go back to my concubine at night? Why did you come back again?" It was as if the door curtain was the entrance door to the stage, and the actor's humble and bitterness in the audience was hidden behind the scenes.

By the way, Qi She almost forgot that this was a popular courtesan in the past, and her proficient acting skills were originally her personal skill.Yes, he also used the acting skills that politicians are good at, Yan Yan said with a smile: "My good man, please allow me a night, I can't sleep well without you, I haven't slept soundly for several nights."

"Qin Hua, go fetch some water for Grandpa." Qingtian half-dead grub, with slightly loose buttons, buttoned up the sunflower pearl button on the tube top, smiled and lit the double nightingale folded lantern in front of the curtain.The wick exploded once, and a big flower came out.She said "Yo", and with slanted black eyes, she spoke sweetly, "Everyone said, 'The lights are bursting, and the happy event is coming', it really came true."

In the room illuminated by bright lights, the house is full of gold and jade, and the couple is married. Everything looks so happy, like a selection of excerpts from the long and sad life.Qi She leaned on the soft couch, smiled and looked at Qing Tian, ​​who made tea and soup for him, wiped his face and brushed his teeth, and cared for him until he went to bed.

The lonely night is the curtain of the door of the next game, which separates people from each other indistinctly, and no one can see who is real.Qi She's smile was gone, it was very late, and he still couldn't fall asleep.He wanted to know, how many times did the woman in his arms avoid others to cry and pretend to be happy like this?How many times have I had to go back to my old job, in front of my dearest husband, like a prostitute to a client, with a smile on my face to cover up my heartbreak?
In the darkness, he opened his eyes wide open in silence, so as to fight neatly, his lover frowning[1].

4.
In a flash, it was the Dragon Boat Festival in May.Qi She used to spend such an important annual festival in the palace, not to mention this year's second concubine Zhan's "happily pregnant with Liujia".Qingtian hung calamus and mugwort leaves by himself in Shichahai, and enthusiastically made rice dumplings with the maids himself. During the dinner, he got drunk and drank two glasses of realgar, and when he went to bed, he felt his stomach itch.

(End of this chapter)