Beigong Tengxiao raised his hand and stroked her cheek, then turned and walked into the secret room.
In the secret room, all kinds of precious medicinal materials are neatly placed, and beside them is a small mountain of medicinal residues, which is only the amount of medicine for a bowl.
Jingyue bowed to Beigong Tengxiao and said: "Your Highness, the medicinal materials used for the empress are precious and time-consuming. The expenses of the Prince's Mansion are also increasing sharply every day, which may make the emperor suspicious."<
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Beigong Tengxiao picked up a few pieces of medicinal materials and said in a low voice: "No matter how suspicious you are, the news cannot be leaked. The Prince's Mansion is strictly guarded and not even a fly can fly out."
"Yes."
"If you prepare more medical books recently, I will personally diagnose and treat the Crown Princess."
Jingyue raised her head and said: "Your Highness, even Dr. Wen can't do anything..."
When he thought of the wound on Chu Jiaoli's arm, Beigong Tengxiao's heart felt like thousands of needles pricking him. He clenched his fists tightly and said, "Her illness can't be delayed for even a day."
It was approaching Yin hour, the sky was still dark, and insects were chirping faintly. In front of the writing desk, Beigong Tengxiao was still holding a candle and reading complicated medical books one after another, but there was never any record of remembering the young flowers. A slight sob could be heard from the bed, but Bei Gong Tengxiao was immediately alarmed. He stood up, quickly opened the curtain and walked into the back room. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Chu Jiaoli, who had already fallen asleep.
When I woke up, I was rubbing my eyes with one hand and crying.
Beigong Tengxiao held one of her slightly cold hands with both hands and said, "What's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?"
Chu Jiaoli put down the hand that was rubbing her eyes, blinked her tear-stained eyelashes, and looked at him with a confused and confused expression.
Looking at her expression, Beigong Tengxiao knew that her consciousness was not clear. He raised his hand and gently stroked her head with a soft voice: "Do you still remember me?"
Chu Jiaoli bit her lip and nodded.
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao raised his eyebrows slightly. He was a little surprised, but he felt a lot happier. He picked her up carefully, held her in his arms, lowered his head and kissed the top of her head lovingly, and said softly
: "What are you crying for? Who bullied you?"
Chu Jiaoli raised her left arm to his eyes, like a child seeking comfort from an adult, her eyes full of grievance: "It hurts..."
Seeing her injured arm, Beigong Tengxiao's heart felt like it was being pulled up again. He hugged her tighter and said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Seeing his arms hugged tightly, Chu Jiaoli frowned again and subconsciously wanted to avoid him.
Sensing her fear, Beigong Tengxiao thought that she didn't like his touch, and couldn't help but feel a little chill in his heart, but he slowly relaxed his grip.
I saw her staring at her left arm, silent for a long time, and said: "You...are also injured?"
Beigong Tengxiao looked at her arms hidden under the wide sleeves, but did not see the mark of the bandage. How could she remember what happened during the day in her current state?
He just smiled gently, covered his sleeves more firmly, and said: "Fool, how could I be hurt?"
Chu Jiaoli's eyes were red again. She looked at his arm blankly and said, "I know... you scratched yourself with a dagger, there was a lot of blood... the injury was so serious, wuwu..."
Before she finished speaking, she had already burst into tears. Beigong Tengxiao closed his eyes and held her close, speaking with pity: "It doesn't hurt anymore, I don't feel any pain anymore."
Chu Jiaoli leaned in his arms and cried for a long time before slowly falling asleep.
It seems that she was still greatly irritated by today's incident. He didn't mean to irritate her, but if he didn't give her some punishment, she would definitely not remember the lesson.
Beigong Tengxiao put her back on the bed, tucked her in, gently wiped away the tears falling from the corners of her eyes with his fingers, and said softly: "Li'er, what exactly do you want me to do..."
In the next few days, Chu Jiaoli remembered Beigong Tengxiao in her own way as she wished. Even though she remembered nothing, she could clearly remember his name, his appearance, and the injuries on his arms.
injury.
She relied on him, cared about him, and was inseparable from him as before.
One early morning, Beigong Tengxiao was woken up again by Chu Jiaoli's cry. She grabbed his arm and cried as usual, and he coaxed her as usual. Today Jingyue is for Beigong Tengxiao
I took off the bandage. Because I used good medicine, the scabs on the wound have fallen off and the scars are light.
Beigong Tengxiao raised his arm and said: "I'm fine, can you stop crying?"
Chu Jiaoli sniffed and saw that there were no wounds on his arm. She finally smiled with satisfaction and threw herself into his arms, rubbing her affectionately.
Imperial Palace, Qingxin Hall.
Bei Gonglie, who is still lingering on his last breath, is in a state of confusion every day. He can no longer remember how long it has been since he did not attend the morning court or ask about political affairs.
The feeling of suffocation has become more frequent in recent days, and everyone in the palace understands that his end is approaching.
Wen Liangren came with the medicine as usual, sat beside his bed, shunned the others, and said to the pale Bei Gonglie: "Your Majesty, it's time to drink the medicine."
Bei Gonglie's pupils suddenly tightened, and a strong sense of suffocation swept over him again. He gasped desperately and said in a weak voice: "Wen... Imperial Doctor Wen..."
Wen Liangren showed a faint smile, lowered his head and fiddled with the medicinal soup, and said: "Yiwen Wen will not be here today. He asked his concubine to bring a message to the emperor to congratulate the emperor on a long life."
Bei Gonglie's health was not getting better and was getting worse. Naturally, he could vaguely sense that the two siblings had evil intentions. His voice withered like dead wood: "What...mean..."
He wanted to say something more, but he was stuffed with a mouthful of decoction, which made him choke and cough a few times.
The gentle smile of the gentle man is as gentle as ever. That gentleness has become so ghostly now: "This is all thanks to the good medicine brought by Sister Huang Fei to the emperor. In addition, today, the emperor
Half a month has been spent, and soon the emperor will be relieved."
Bei Gonglie heard about Donggong Qinghuang and stared at her in disbelief. Wen Liangren actually got involved with Donggong Qinghuang?! Donggong Qinghuang...could it be...that kiss!
Wen Liangren drank the decoction one by one. He was unable to resist after his acupuncture points were tapped.
"Your Majesty, do you want to hear the little secret of Sister Huang Concubine?" Wen Liangren chuckled and said, "I have a good relationship with Sister Huang Concubine. It's not that I want to betray her, but she said she would do it no matter what.
I have asked my concubine to tell you that the child in her belly belongs to another man, and your dragon seed has been aborted by her long ago."
Bei Gonglie was suddenly shocked, coughed a few times, spit out the medicine, stared at her fiercely, opened and closed his mouth, but could not say a word.
"Ding." The gentle man let go of his hand, and the ceramic spoon fell into the bottom of the bowl. His beautiful eyes looked at him with deep meaning, and his voice was as soft as before, and he said: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live the emperor."
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Bei Gong Lie Bei Gong Lie raised his hand tremblingly, wanting to point at her, but before he could focus on it, he dropped it weakly and died completely.