Honghui is dead?! Hearing the news, Ling Ruo felt dizzy and fell heavily into his chair.
How could it be possible, how could Honghui die? In the early morning, he happily told her that he was going to fly a kite, but why was he gone in the blink of an eye? This is impossible! Impossible!
Ling Ruo suddenly grabbed Shui Xiu's hand, as if grasping the last life-saving straw, and said with hope: "Shui Xiu, could you have heard wrongly? In fact, the prince is not dead, he is just as comatose as Lingxi Gege."
Has it passed?"
Her hands were grasped so tightly that her sharp nails penetrated Shuixiu's flesh through the thin cotton-padded clothes. It was very painful, but Shuixiu seemed not to feel the pain and just looked at Ling Ruo with sad and cool eyes.
The gaze made Ling Ruo's heart sink bit by bit.
"Is it really gone?" Ling Ruo asked with difficulty, her voice so low that it didn't seem to come out of her mouth.
"Yes." Shui Xiu spat out the word with red eyes, "When they found the crown prince, he had already passed away."
The warm liquid kept rolling down his cheeks, and it felt unspeakably sour when it flowed into his mouth. His legs seemed to have been drained of strength in an instant, and they kept sliding down. He murmured: "It's me...it's me...it's me who hurt me."
I killed Honghui...it was me who harmed him!"
Mo Yu held her tightly from behind and advised her with tears in her eyes: "Girl, you didn't want it, and you didn't want the prince to die. Everything was an accident, an accident!"
"No, it was me who harmed him. If I had been willing to accompany him to fly a kite, or if I had never sent him a kite, nothing would have happened. Honghui would not have fallen into the water accidentally, let alone die!" Ling Ruobu
She kept shaking her head, unable to stop her tears. She fell to the ground, tears dripping down the back of her hands, causing burning pain.
"Girl, you are not a god, how can you predict the future? Everything is destined, and the prince is destined to have this calamity." Xiao Changzi walked in, leaning on Xiao Luzi's shoulders, and stood before Ling, who had no eyes at all.
Ruo choked up and said: "Your Majesty is so kind-hearted. If he has a soul in heaven, he probably doesn't want to see the girl blame herself so much."
"Honghui is only eight years old, little Changzi. Honghui is only eight years old. He is so kind and innocent. Why did he die so early! Why is God so unfair to him?!" At the end of the sentence, Ling Ruo's voice became sharp and endless.
An outburst of sadness.
Xiao Changzi looked at her deeply and said, "When I was ten years old, the Yellow River flooded and flooded countless fields and houses, drowning thousands of people. I was lucky enough to survive by grabbing a piece of driftwood.
, but other people were not so lucky. They either drowned or died of starvation and illness. There were corpses everywhere. Is God being fair to them? Besides, in Baylor Mansion, Li Fujin’s
The son he gave birth to fell ill and died at the age of three; Song Fujin's daughter died before she was over one month old; and Zhu Gege, a very good person, died suddenly and inexplicably, not to mention that there was an unborn fetus in his belly.
, How has God ever been fair to them?! Girl, there are too many unfair things in this world, and this is what my son is destined to be. No matter how much you blame yourself, you can't change anything."
Ling Ruo listened blankly, never knowing that there were so many things hidden in the seemingly peaceful Baylor Mansion, let alone that Yinzhen once had a son and a daughter. In this way, only two sons and two daughters were left under Yinzhen's knees.
A girl's death is uncertain...
Ling Ruo suddenly shuddered, and a horrifying idea emerged in her heart. Although she knew that this idea was absurd, she still couldn't get rid of it. Her eyes flickered on Xiao Changzi, and she squeezed out a sentence through her teeth for a long time,
"Did they really all die in accidents?"
Xiao Changzi's expression changed slightly, but he soon returned to normal. He raised his eyes and said solemnly: "I don't know, and the girl doesn't need to think too much. The girl only needs to remember that there is no unreasonable fairness in this world."
The room suddenly became very quiet, and only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard. Xiao Changzi's words made Ling Ruo shiver all over. She always thought that she had understood enough, but now she realized that she was still too naive.
The water in the house is much deeper than I imagined. If Xiao Changzi hadn’t reminded me this time,
, maybe she will fall over accidentally and never get up again. She let out a long breath, held Mo Yu's hand and stood up from the ground with difficulty. The moment her body left the ground, she seemed to be lost.
Yes, I can only hold Mo Yu's hand tightly to let her know that she is still in the world.
"I understand." Ling Ruo took a deep look at Xiao Changzi who was still kneeling on the ground. There was silent tenderness flowing in his eyes. He helped him up with his own hands and said, "I'm sorry for you."
No one knew better than her how valuable Xiao Changzi's words were. If she had not truly regarded her as her master, it would have been impossible for her to say such heartfelt words that might have brought him a fatal disaster.
"It is the slave's duty to share the girl's worries." Xiao Changzi's words made Ling Ruo nod. She had understood that there was no distinction between loyalty among all the people, but when it came to intelligence and ability, Xiao Changzi was afraid that
He is the most outstanding one, especially after Nian's incident, his life-threatening encounters made him more mature and firm in mind, and he will surely become her right-hand man in time.
Honghui...Ling Ruo tried hard to push back the sourness, but even so, the tears still couldn't stop flowing down. Mo Yu had been following Ling Ruo for the longest time, and it felt uncomfortable to see her so sad. She cried with her.
: "Girl, people cannot be resurrected after death, so you should be more open-minded."
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Ling Ruo took a long breath, pushed Mo Yu's hand away, walked to the long open window and said silently: "The saddest person at this time is none other than my direct descendant Fujin, who regards Honghui as her lifeblood.
Son, now that Honghui is dead, she still doesn’t know what will happen.”
Everyone was silent for a while after hearing this. Everyone knew that the first-born Fujin was injured due to the birth of his son and could no longer have children. Therefore, the first-born Fujin regarded him as his fate and wanted to raise him wholeheartedly. Even the matters in the house were not important.
Guan, I didn’t expect that a white-haired person would give a black-haired person to someone now. This is tantamount to killing Fujin. I really don’t know if she can survive this disaster!
Because of Honghui's incident, Yinzhen came back from Jiangnan early and brought Kangxi's imperial edict to confer Honghui as Beizi. Honghui's funeral was extremely sad and honorable, but none of this could make up for the Nala family's grief at losing their beloved son.
During that period, her heartbreaking cries could be heard every night. For a mother-in-law, she would rather have no glory at all, as long as her son is by her side, but this is just a luxury after all.
Ling Ruo once went to see Nala, but she was so heartbroken that she didn't want to see anyone. They only met once on the day when Honghui's coffin was sent for the funeral. Ling Ruo could hardly believe her eyes, but in just a few days, that person
Ra's was so thin that she was almost inhuman shape, skinny and bones. There was no light in her eyes, only boundless emptiness and darkness...
Nala's skinny hands held Honghui's nanmu coffin tightly. No matter how much Yinzhen persuaded her, she refused to let go. She refused to let go until the moment the coffin was buried. She refused to let go no matter who persuaded her, as if she didn't let go as long as she didn't.
It's as if Honghui is still by her side when she lets go.
"Fu Jin, let Hui'er rest in peace!" Yinzhen, who was dressed in a black robe, helped Nala's unbearable shoulders and said. He was also extremely uncomfortable in his heart. Honghui was his only son and had always been very fond of him.
He valued her so much that the words she said before leaving Beijing were still heard again and again. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the world was separated from the yin and the yang. She left so suddenly that he didn't even see her last face.
"No! It can't be done!" Nala couldn't help but shook his head, rushed forward and hugged the cold coffin tightly and screamed: "Honghui is not dead, you can't bury him. He likes to be lively, and he will be alone here."
It's very lonely, I want to take him home, go home!" She shouted to the coffin bearers, asking them to carry the coffin back.
"That's enough!" Yinzhen forcibly took her away from Honghui's coffin, "Lianyi, Hui'er is dead and will never come back to us. The only thing we can do for him now is to let him rest in peace.
, if you continue like this, Hui'er won't be able to leave without peace of mind."
Nala stared at him blankly, her empty eyes struggling to focus, and a broken cry of pain escaped from her mouth. If possible, she would rather live in her own world for the rest of her life and never face Honghui's death.
Things, never!
"Cry, it will be fine after you cry." Yinzhen comforted Nala and motioned for everyone to lower the coffin into the earth. His eye circles were slightly red as he watched handfuls of loess being sprinkled on the coffin.
The spring of the forty-fourth year of Emperor Kangxi's reign was cast a shadow by the death of Honghui. His first son, Fujin, fell seriously ill and almost died, and his eyes became tearful at the sight of wind.