Yehua gently closed the door behind him with his fingers. He looked at the sky with blue clouds and took a slight breath. Then he held on to the pillar beside him and gasped for air.
There was actually a reason why he agreed to Hua Xuanji so quickly just now.
He reached out and brushed away the large drops of sweat on his forehead caused by the pain in his chest. Yehua's cool eyes were filled with an unbelievable despair...
Is...Is it really hopeless?
"Your Majesty, are you okay?" Xiao Jiu, who had come back to resume his duties, happened to see this scene and quickly stepped forward to help Yehua.
"I'm fine..." Although Yehua still spoke with a trembling voice, he still tried his best to hide it in front of outsiders and opened Xiaojiu's body gently. Yehua put his slender hand on his lips and coughed softly and asked. :
"How is the situation there? Have they left?"
"Xiaojiu has ordered all the jailers to be cleared out by the emperor. Xiaojiu has been waiting outside the door for a long time and hasn't seen them come out. But I have already given instructions for other things. As soon as they come out, someone will take them to safety." place to go”
"Well...that's good." Yehua nodded with satisfaction.
"Then, Your Majesty, your illness...can you let the fortune teller take a look at it again and maybe it will turn around?" Xiaojiu is the person who has been with Yehua for the longest time. He dares to pat his chest and swear to God that there will never be any change in the world. There will be a second person who knows Ye Hua better than him, so he knows everything about Ye Hua best. He can see how forbearing Ye Hua is at this time.
"No need... If there was a way, he would have been here long ago..." Ye Hua forcefully pulled his lips and said in a deep voice.
"Then... won't that woman have an antidote?" Xiao Jiu asked persistently, even with a choked tone in her words.
He couldn't accept and didn't want to accept the fact that Yehua was leaving him.
Since he was a child, he has believed that Yehua is his god, and he has determined that he will follow Yehua as his lifelong follower and run errands for the rest of his life...
And Yehua also repaid him with the same belief.
He really couldn't believe that he was still so happy yesterday...
"Xiaojiu" Yehua stood up straight and patted Xiaojiu's shoulder gently: "I still don't understand my body. Instead of spending all the time to treat my body and longing for some miracle, it's better to use the remaining time to complete it." Hua Xuanji’s unfulfilled wish...cough"
Before he finished speaking, there was a violent coughing sound, and a touch of fishy sweetness surged up from his throat and almost spurted out...
However, Yehua still tried his best to hold back his trembling fingers and took out a handkerchief from his arms and put it in front of his mouth.
The red and white veil looked particularly shocking when it was put down...
"Your Majesty..." Xiao Jiu's voice already sounded like crying, and she held Yehua's hand, which was also shaking constantly.
Is it over like this? Yehua tightly grasped the handkerchief in his hand, and the slender finger joints were caught. The white and bright red blood dyed his thin lips even brighter... His already beautiful and handsome face was even more obvious. The monster... is also very pale
"Xiaojiu" actually had a bit of a fishy-sweet smell when he spoke, but Yehua still pressed hard and continued to say with a faint breath: "Have you arranged all the things I mentioned?"
"Your Majesty...it's better not to leave your body..." Xiao Jiu supported Yehua and sniffed to comfort him.
"Remember to tell everyone in the palace who knows about this, and Xuanji must not know about it. Then answer me quickly. Has the place been decorated?"
"It's alright..." Xiaojiu pursed her lips and replied reluctantly.
"That's good..." Yehua let out a long breath, looked up at the sky, and then took out a box from his arms, with a small green pill lying in it.
This was given to him by the prophet before he left. At that time, he only had this one on his body.
Picking up the Ice Soul Pill, he put it between his lips and teeth without thinking. Yehua pursed his lips and continued:
"Xiaojiu, please go to the cell again to see if he and that woman have left...if they haven't left, then ask me for some of the Ice Soul Pill from last time..."
"Your Majesty," Xiao Jiu's voice became more and more reluctant: "You also know that although the Ice Soul Pill can temporarily suppress the poison, it will make the poison develop faster and may not even have buffer time. Do you really want to hide it from the imperial concubine? Are you torturing yourself like this?"
"Xiaojiu...do you still remember what she said when we first picked her up? She said that happiness is also a day and unhappiness is also a day. Instead of using the few remaining time to be sad and sad, it is better to live a good life. field……"
Yehua's eyes were a little ethereal, and he looked through Xiaojiu without knowing where he was looking. His expression was filled with memories and yearning.
He reached out and patted Xiaojiu's shoulder: "Go quickly...or they should leave..."
"It's Xiaojiu, go now." Xiaojiu wiped the tears on her face and pursed her lips... and smiled at her.
Even if you are unhappy, you have to pretend to be happy. At least when Yehua left at the end, he was happy when he saw him.
The effect of the Ice Soul Pill was indeed not overpowering, but Yehua's complexion slowly recovered after a while. Although his complexion was still a little pale, it was much better before the photo was taken.
Not long after Xiaojiu left, Hua Xuanji walked out with a few wet tears on her face, but she still smiled at Yehua:
"Who was it that I heard talking just now?"
"It's Xiaojiu." His slender fingers slowly brushed away the tears on Hua Xuanji's face: "Have you finished telling him what you want to say?"
"You seem to be scrutinizing prisoners." Hua Xuanji feigned dissatisfaction and slapped Yehua's hand away, turned around and hugged her shoulders, pouting.
"You are much prettier than the prisoner..." Yehua tugged at the corner of his mouth and reached out to rub Hua Xuanji's hair.
A cold feeling came from Hua Xuanji's head. Only then did Hua Xuanji realize that Yehua was a little different from before. Instead of answering his words, she grabbed his palm with both hands and asked anxiously: "Yehua, what's wrong with you?" Why are my hands so cold..."
In the past, Yehua's hands were always very warm and could bring her all the strength.
"Look at how fussy you are." Yehua stretched out his hand and scratched the tip of her nose: "The autumn wind is so cold, of course I will freeze if I stand here for a while... There is no way who wants you to close the small dark room with other things Of course I can only bear it if a man is so tolerant and generous..." b: