"Mo Yu, don't cry. Yunxiang's spirit in heaven doesn't want to see you so sad. Only by living well can Yunxiang feel at ease." Ling Ruo's persuasion was not convincing at all, because she herself was also in tears.
Mo Yu clutched Ling Ruo's sleeve tightly and said with tears: "Master, my heart hurts so much. I knew that the prince would leave me one day, but I didn't expect that he would leave so quickly. There are still many more of you."
You have to talk to him."
"I know, I know everything, and my heart is very painful. But Yunxiang is gone. No matter how sad or painful you are, you will never come back. In the future, the palace will still rely on you to support it." She hugged Mo Yu and said.
: "Cry. After crying, cheer up, pick up everything Yunxiang left behind, and tell him that you will live well so that he can leave in peace."
Mo Yu nodded, and tears kept falling in Ling Ruo's arms. When everyone was crying, Yinzhen didn't even shed a tear. He just held Yunxiang's hand that was gradually losing its warmth, as if as long as he held it like this, Yunxiang would still be there.
When he was alive, he would still open his eyes and call him "Fourth Brother".
Ling Ruo was the first to notice that Yinzhen was strange. She handed Moyu to the maid to support, stood up and walked to Yinzhen, saying in as gentle a voice as possible: "Your Majesty, don't be sad, Yunxiang..."
Before Ling Ruo finished speaking, Yinzhen spit out a mouthful of blood, and then fell softly to the ground.
All this happened so fast that Ling Ruo never expected that Yinzhen would suddenly vomit blood. He was stunned for a moment. Rong Yuan was the first to react and immediately rushed over to check Yinzhen's pulse.
Ling Ruo looked at all this with empty eyes, and his blank brain could not connect it all together. Didn't Yunxiang die? Why did Yinzhen vomit blood and faint, Yinzhen? Yinzhen!
After standing in a daze for a long time, Ling Ruo finally came to his senses, squatted down to support Yinzhen, and said sternly to Rong Yuan who was still diagnosing his pulse: "What's wrong with the emperor? Why is he vomiting blood? Doctor Xu, please answer me.
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Hongli was still calm, he held Ling Ruo's shoulders and said: "Mother, please calm down. Doctor Xu will not be able to concentrate on diagnosing your pulse like this. Don't worry, Huang Ama will be fine."
Ling Ruo nodded in panic and stared at Rong Yuan without blinking. After waiting for what seemed like a lifetime, he finally saw Rong Yuan let go of his hand and said impatiently: "How is it? How is the emperor?
?Why do you suddenly vomit blood?!"
"My dear concubine, don't worry too much. The emperor vomited blood and fainted because he was overly sad. Just prescribe a few soothing medicines and you'll be fine. In addition..." Rong Yuan reminded vaguely: "The emperor is not in good health, so you must take good care of yourself."
Don’t be too tired when you are recuperating.”
"Thank you so much, Dr. Xu." After saying that, Hongli and Hongzhou helped Yinzhen to rest in the side room. As for the medicine, a servant would cook it according to the prescription.
Although Ling Ruo was worried about Yinzhen, Rong Yuan said that Yinzhen only vomited blood due to excessive sadness and it was not very important. Moreover, Mo Yu had a lot of things to do. With her alone and two and a half-year-old children, how could she do anything?
After taking on all the burden, she had to help Zhang Luo Yunxiang with his posthumous affairs, so she could only let Hongli and the others take care of Yinzhen.
When the first ray of sunshine in the early morning shone on the capital, Prince Yi's palace was already in pristine condition. All the red lanterns had turned into white lanterns representing white events. Everyone in the palace was dressed in mourning clothes, and the mourning hall was also decorated.
Mo Yu quietly looked at the rising sun. There were no tears on her face, but the sadness in her eyes was deep and could not be healed. "This is the first morning without the prince. Without him, I will watch the sun with my slave."
At sunrise and sunset, this slave will feel very desperate whenever he thinks that this will happen every day in the future."
Ling Ruo looked at her profile and said, "I understand how you feel. When the emperor vomited blood and fainted just now, I felt as if the sky had fallen."
Mo Yu said in a low voice: "I promised the prince that I will try my best to hold on, but I am really afraid that one day I will suddenly collapse and I will not be able to hold on."
"You have to endure it even if you can't bear it. Don't forget that you still have children. Even if it's for them, you have to endure it." Faced with Ling Ruo's words, Mo Yu didn't say anything and just nodded lightly.
The news of Prince Yi's death spread quickly throughout the capital. Officials from all over the capital came to express their condolences at Prince Yi's mansion. Among them were some of the old subordinates that Yunxiang had personally brought out. Most of these people are now deputy generals and generals, and even
The generals were all crying in the mourning hall.
Hongli and Hongzhou held the ceremony of son-nephew in the mourning hall. As the concubine, Ling Ruo was unable to come forward, so Yunli helped Mo Yu welcome the guests in the mourning hall.
When Ling Ruo was busy in the back, a servant came in to report that Yinzhen was awake. She quickly came to Yinzhen's wing, and saw that Yinzhen was ordering Sixi to help him get out of bed. She quickly walked in and said, "Your Majesty, you are welcome."
I just woke up, where are we going?"
Yinzhen put on his shoes and said, "I'm going to see Yunxiang."
"But Your Majesty, you vomited blood last night. Now that you have just woken up, you should lie down and rest for a while!" As soon as Si Xi finished speaking, Yinzhen glared at him and said, "When will it be your turn to teach me what to do?"
Do it, get out of here!”
Si Xi was so scolded by him that he could not lift his head. Ling Ruo motioned him to step aside and helped Yinzhen in person: "I will accompany the emperor to see off Prince Yi for the last time."
Yinzhen nodded and dragged his still weak body to the mourning hall, where officials were offering condolences. When he saw Yinzhen coming in, he quickly knelt down and saluted. Yinzhen did not look at them, but just stared at the memorial tablet in the middle.
Yunxiang, who was still talking to him yesterday, has turned into a cold memorial tablet today. After offering incense, Yinzhen stroked the golden nanmu coffin and said sadly: "Old Thirteen, I didn't expect that you would still walk beside me in the end."
Things are really unpredictable ahead."
Yunli said softly from the side: "Your Majesty, Brother Thirteen has left. Please show your condolences and don't hurt the dragon's body."
"I'm fine." Yinzhen took a deep breath and waved his hands: "Old Thirteen can let go and ignore the country left by Huang Ama, but I can't."
Yinzhen stayed in the mourning hall for a long time before leaving. After leaving the mourning hall, he said to Sixi who was following him: "Prepare the carriage immediately, I want to return to the palace!"
Although she didn't understand why Yinzhen was in a hurry to return to the palace at this time, Sixi didn't dare to ask any more questions and hurried out to prepare the carriage. As for Ling Ruo, she didn't say anything and just stayed with Yinzhen silently.
As soon as the carriage stopped at the gate of the palace, Yinzhen hurried to the Yangxin Hall. Once inside, he ordered Sixi to immediately lay out ink and paper, and then personally wrote a memorial poem for Yunxiang on the paper. Every word was
Revealing his deep brotherly love for Yunxiang, he also recalled many things from his youth.