"Thank you for visiting me. [] But I have something to ask for, please let Your Majesty know the past friendship and allow you..."
He felt his lips were a little dry and he was a little difficult to speak: "Shui Lian, you said..."
"I want to leave the palace."
"!!!"
He subconsciously asked, "Why??Shui Lian, did you blame me for neglecting you?"
She smiled faintly.
"I know I can't afford to get sick, and there is no hope of curing this disease. Therefore, I am afraid of dying in the palace and making the palace unlucky..."
"Shui Lian, what are you talking about?"
"I am bedridden and have no blessings. I am divided into your Majesty and gave birth to a dragon seed. Your Majesty cannot delay it for a long time. Therefore, after thinking about it for a long time, I decided to leave the palace for treatment, and Your Majesty should start his own life.
…”
The emperor changed color.
He took a step back, his heart was indescribable.
I don’t know how to speak, but I just feel a kind of sadness, a cold sorrow all over my body.
The huge tragedy I don't understand.
It seemed that an invisible gap between me and her was slowly breaking open.
His voice became very gentle: "Shuilian, you don't have to leave the palace. If Sai Hua Tuo doesn't work, I will help you find something else. I have already posted the emperor's list and searched for folk masters... Don't worry, your illness is
It can be cured in the palace..."
At that time, he approached her, reached out and grabbed her hand.
She shivered slightly and couldn't help but retreat into the corner of the bed, trying to shake his hand away.
However, he held it tightly and didn't let her break free.
Her voice was so weak: "Your Majesty... I will infect you...you go out..."
At that time, the sun shone in from the window, reflecting her miserable face.
It was like the hand held in the palm of his palm, cold and without temperature. He lowered his head to look at her, and under the sun, he clearly saw her hand-the green jade fingers of the past were also dry.
But, that wasn't the point, he saw her palm.
When you spread it out, a big pink mark inside has been old, like a scar, turning into a light red color.
The child who was locked in a small dark room back then had a single shirt and thin clothes - a girl secretly brought big cakes every day. In order to avoid others discovering it, she would steal the newly-baked big ones from the imperial kitchen every time.
Cakes or pastries, whatever you steal, they are sent quietly - so they burn their palms.