The old man's eyes were staring blankly at the sky, and he was murmuring in surprise and prayer.
"Our third child is gone? He left us and left first?"
"God, in this life..."
As he spoke, Zhu Yunxi suddenly felt the old man's hand grabbing his shoulder turn into a pliers.
Immediately afterwards, the old man shouted, "God, how can I never forgive you in this life! You took away our wife and our son!"
As soon as the voice fell, Zhu Yunxi felt the pain on his shoulder suddenly subside. He quickly stood up and supported the old man's body that was about to fall.
"Grandpa Huang?" Zhu Yunxi exclaimed loudly.
The old man closed his eyes tightly, his face was like gold paper.
"Here comes someone!" Zhu Yunxi shouted, supporting the old man who was slowly falling.
The long and silent passage was suddenly followed by panicked footsteps.
The imperial doctors rushed over from that side carrying medicine boxes.
Pu Bucheng ran over from the other side with his eunuch guards.
There were two people who moved faster than them. Lan Yu and Xi Yingzhen ran over like the wind.
"Leave it flat first, level it!" Xi Yingzhen shouted.
Zhu Yunxi sat directly on the ground, holding the old man's head in his hands and placing it on his lap.
He kept shouting, "Grandpa Huang, open your eyes, please open your eyes!"
"Your Majesty, Rong Chen takes your pulse!"
"Go away!" Xi Laodao pushed the imperial doctor away, cracked the joints on his hands, then pointed at the old man's person and pressed hard.
After a while, the old man let out a vague whimper and opened his cloudy eyes.
"Heavenly King Baoxin Pill!" Xi Yingzhen shouted again, and the doctor beside him quickly took out the pills, but his hands were shaking violently and he could not open the wax seal of the pills.
Seeing this, Zhu Yunxi directly grabbed it and bit it with his teeth, then crushed the yellow-brown pill and put it into the old man's mouth.
"Master, please do so!" Pu Bucheng cried while holding the water.
"Speak! Speak!" Xi Yingzhen shouted anxiously from the side, "Can you move your fingers? Can you move your legs?"
Suddenly a cloud came from the sky, covering the original blue.
Then there was a slight breeze, blowing the vines climbing on the red wall.
It seems like it's going to rain.
In the breeze, the old man's eyes gradually became clear. His big hand with age spots grabbed Zhu Yunxi's hand, as if he was a child, "Grandson, we want to lie down for a while!"
When he spoke, the people around him breathed a sigh of relief. Being able to speak proved that he was just suffering from anger and was not suffering from heart failure due to the sudden arrival of great tragedy and being unable to bear it.
"Grandpa, my grandson will take you back to the palace!" Zhu Yunxi gently combed the old man's hair and said softly, "It's okay, don't be afraid, your grandson is here. Even if the sky falls, your grandson will be here. Grandpa Emperor, are you still here?"
There are grandchildren, Jin, and little Fu'er?"
As he said this, he couldn't hold back his tears and was about to fall again.
The tone of his voice was very similar to the way his elders comforted him when he was a child.
Then Zhu Yunxi slowly and carefully helped the old man stand up, bent down and said, "Grandpa, my grandson is carrying you on his back, let's go home!"
Drizzle, falling slightly.
Zhu Yunxi carried the old man on his back and walked towards Yong'an Palace.
Pu Bucheng was behind, silently holding up a big umbrella.
Then the rain gradually began to make a sound, like the inaudible hum of the wind.
Zhu Yunxi could feel the old man's moist breath on his neck. Those were the old man's tears, flowing down Zhu Yunxi's neck and onto his chest, lingering in his chest, warm and hot.
"Go home!?" The old man's voice was filled with tears, "This is the palace, not our home! In our home, without my mother-in-law and my children, we are the only one left with this bad old man!"
"What's the use of being an emperor? What's the use? When we become an emperor, we become alone."
"Everyone is leaving. Let's leave first!"
As he cried, the old man's hands tightly hugged Zhu Yunxi's neck.
Zhu Yunxi's tears flowed silently. He tried his best to control the direction of the tears and prevent them from falling on the back of the old man's hand.
"They're all gone, no home!" The old man's cry on his back sounded so helpless, aggrieved and sad.
"Grandpa, you have a family! Didn't your grandson tell you that you still have grandsons, Jin Xiaofu'er, so many little uncles, and Concubine Hui...
"
"Home..." The old man controlled his emotions, his voice was vague and almost unclear, "Home is your grandmother, your father, your second uncle and your third uncle, and you..."
With these words, Zhu Yunxi could no longer control his tears.
In the heart of the old man, only Queen Ma is his real wife, and only these three legitimate sons hold the most weight in his heart.
"Grandpa, take care of yourself!" Zhu Yunxi shook off the tears on his face, carried the old man on his back and continued to move forward, saying, "Not for others, but for your grandson!"
As he spoke, tears fell down again, "If you had good luck, where would your grandson's home be? If you had good luck, wouldn't your grandson's home be gone?"
"You are here, and my grandson still knows where he came from, and he still has a home."
"Without you, my grandson will have only one way to go and no destination in his life!"
Hearing this, the old man didn't say anything, but he wrapped his arms around Zhu Yunxi's neck harder.
Halfway through the long narrow road, Yong'an Palace is right in front of you.
Only then did Zhu Yunxi realize that the old man's body was half thinner than before. It was almost all bones and no muscle at all.
"When you are here, my grandson has a family, Xiao Fu'er also has a family, and Uncle Wang and the others all have families!" Zhu Yunxi continued, "If you were not here, this family would be broken up!"
After a while, the old man sighed on his back, "It's all life! It's all life!" After saying that, the old man continued to ask, "Your third uncle, are you walking well?"
"Okay!" Zhu Yunxi said with tears in his eyes, "The person who reported the news said that it only took an hour or two for the third uncle to get sick and leave, so he didn't suffer any crime!"
"It's good if you don't suffer, you are a blessed person!" The old man lay on Zhu Yunxi's back, "We are afraid of our son, it is the kind of tormenting disease, the pain is life-and-death. If you don't suffer, you will be a ghost.
It’s also a blessing to be gone.”
As he spoke, he suddenly cried again, "Does he have anything to say to us?"
Zhu Yunxi walked through the front door of Yong'an Palace, the tall threshold, "Yes, my third uncle had something to say when he was dying. He said that when he was young, he failed to live up to your expectations and failed to live up to your expectations."
"He regrets not being a good and knowledgeable person like his father!"
"He also said that you are the one he cares about the most. You are getting older and he can't be around to fulfill his filial piety. He was afraid that you wouldn't be able to bear the bad news about him, so he repeatedly told his grandson to take good care of you!"
"He is a filial child!" The old man sighed.
In the Yong'an Palace bedroom, beds have been made.
But the old man signaled, and Zhu Yunxi put him on the recliner.
Zhu Yunxi hugged the old man with both hands and slowly put it down. Then he pulled a blanket and carefully covered the old man. He lowered his head and leaned against the old man's chest, holding the old man's cold hands with his warm hands.
In the gorgeous but unusually empty hall, they hugged each other closely, and there was silence around them.
"Let's all go down! Let's stay alone with Brother Xi for a while!" the old man said.
Pu Bucheng looked at Zhu Yunxi's face, then bowed and retreated with everyone, quietly exited the door, and stood far away.
"Grandpa, do you have anything to say?" Zhu Yunxi asked.
"No!" The old man closed his eyes and held Zhu Yunxi's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away, and said with difficulty, "We want to..."
"We want to cry twice!"
After the words fell, the old man's chest rose and fell violently, and tears burst into his eyes, "The third child! Our third child!"
The cry was so heartbreaking and full of pain.
There was a click, thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and then heavy rain fell, crackling on the golden glazed tiles.
The riches and honors in this world cannot be compared with those in heaven.
No matter how prosperous the palace is, it will disappear in the rainstorm.
During the heavy rain, Pu Bucheng completely ignored the rain on his body and spoke softly to the little eunuch beside him, "Go and invite the Crown Prince and Princess Baoqing!"
The prince is Jin, and Princess Baoqing is Xiaofuer.
This chapter has been completed!