Seeing this scene, Hongli was surprised and happy. He quickly let go of the dagger, held Xianyue's hand tightly, and cried with joy, "You're awake, you're finally awake!"
Xianyue looked at his bleeding wound and whispered softly: "What are you doing?" Because she hadn't spoken for several days and hadn't drank water, her voice was extremely rough.
Hongli said without thinking: "As long as you can wake up and live, no matter how much suffering you have to endure, I will be happy with it."
"Stop the emperor's bleeding." After telling Song Zihua, Xianyue's eyes fell on Hongli again and said hoarsely: "But as long as I live, I will remember the scene of you killing Yongxun. As long as I live...
For me now, it is not a gift, but a torture."
Her words made Hongli's eyes turn red, and he said in a bitter voice: "I know that nothing I can say now can make up for the mistakes I have made, but... Xianyue, I really can't lose you; you once said that everything will be the same in this life.
You will live and die with me, and you will never leave me, so... don't leave me, okay?" Before Xianyue could speak, he hurriedly added: "I promise you that I will use all the remaining time to compensate you!"
Xianyue stared at the dagger that fell on the brocade quilt, and said numbly: "If I say no, will you do what you did just now?"
"Yes!" Hongli answered without hesitation. He had already lost too much and didn't want to lose the most precious person, so he must keep Xianyue despite knowing it was selfish.
"If you die, what will happen to the country of the Qing Dynasty left by the late emperor, and what about the emperor's mother?" Xianyue's words made Hongli show a look of pain, gritted his teeth and said: "I am not the only one who can take charge of the country of the Qing Dynasty.
As for the Queen... I know I'm sorry for her, but I really can't lose you; Xianyue, give me another chance, the last chance, please!"
Apart from Xianyue, there is probably no other person in the world who can make Hongli say the word "Qiu".
He Jia said with tears on her face: "Brother Twelve has always been filial to Huang's mother. He has a soul in heaven, and he also hopes that Huang's mother will live well." Seeing that Xianyue was silent, she said again: "Huang's mother, my son.
Please, don’t torture yourself anymore, please!” After saying this, she kept kowtowing, and even after her forehead was red and bleeding, she still refused to stop.
Xianyue stretched out her hand to pull Hejia up, but was unable to pull her up because her hands and feet were weak, so she had to say: "Get up."
He Jia cried and shook his head, "If the emperor's mother doesn't agree, my sons and ministers won't get up."
Although Yong Yan didn't understand much about this, when he saw He Jia like this, he kowtowed accordingly, his face covered with tears and snot, and he looked so pitiful.
Xianyue sighed softly, her eyes lingering on Hongli and Hejia, "Do you really want me to live, even if I live like a walking zombie, is it okay?"
Seeing that her tone relaxed, Hongli felt happy and said impatiently: "Yes, as long as you stay with me and let me see you all the time, I will be satisfied."
Facing Hong Li's almost pleading gaze, Xianyue showed an extremely sad look, nodded and said: "Okay, I promise you!"
Hearing these five words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Hongli even shed tears of joy, held Xianyue's hand tightly, and choked with sobs: "Okay! Okay!"
From that day on, Xianyue began to eat, and she would answer when others spoke to her. But that was all, no matter how Hongli, Hu, Hejia or even Qi Kuan explained it, there was always something missing in Xianyue's eyes.
Anger is like a puppet being manipulated.
And Hongli finally understood the meaning of the walking dead... no thoughts, no anger, only the most basic reactions.
Because of Yongxun's death and Xianyue's situation, the southern tour ended abruptly in Dezhou and turned around and returned to the capital.
Although Hongli deliberately concealed it, Lingruo still knew about Yongxun's death. She loved this grandson the most and regarded him as the future guardian of the Qing Dynasty. Now that the white-haired man is sending the black-haired man, for her
, was undoubtedly a heavy blow; her already poor health became even weaker, and she fell completely ill on the bed. The imperial doctors came to Cining Palace one after another, but in the end they could not make her better.
In addition to handling government affairs and taking care of Xianyue, Hongli also had to take care of Ling Ruo. He was very busy. In addition, he had been injured by witchcraft before. Although Song Zihua had been recuperating and replenishing him, he was still not as good as before.
After a while, he himself was so tired that he caught wind and cold, but he still gritted his teeth and held on.
On this day, after feeding Ling Ruo some medicine, he coughed a few times and said, "My son heard from Yang Hai that Huang's chest tightness, asthma and chills in the middle of the night have become much less severe in the past few days. It seems that it was caused by the imperial doctor of Song Dynasty."
The medicine has taken effect. If you take it for a while, you should be fine." After a pause, he added: "Now the fragrant osmanthus is fragrant and the chrysanthemums are blooming in the imperial garden. After the emperor's mother recovers from her illness,
My son will accompany you to the Royal Garden for a walk."
Ling Ruo opened her cloudy eyes and looked at him silently, "Are you tired?"
Hongli smiled and said: "My son can bear this tiredness, as long as the emperor can recover as soon as possible."
Ling Ruo glanced at Yang Hai, who lifted up her aging body knowingly and half sat on the bedside, "Although the Ai family is old, it has not run out of fuel yet. Recovery is only a matter of time, but the queen...she
Is it still like that?" She knew very well what Yong Cang meant to Xianyue, so as soon as she learned of Yong Cang's death, she immediately asked Yang Hai to visit Kunning Palace.
Hearing this, Hongli's smile froze, and then he pretended to be relaxed and said: "The queen is fine, but she is still a little weak. When my son went to see her yesterday, he also said that he would come to visit the empress.
I was stopped by my son, and I will come back to pay my respects to the Queen after she recovers."
Ling Ruo didn't speak, just sighed longly, stretched out a slightly trembling hand from the thick brocade quilt, and stroked Hongli's pale cheek, "How long do you want to restrain the queen?"
Hongli's expression changed and he lowered his head to avoid Xianyue's gaze, "My son doesn't understand what Huang's mother meant."
"You know very well, but you just don't want to face it. The Ai family doesn't want the emperor and the queen to grow old and be together forever, but... alas." She sighed again, and then said, "The Ai family asked
Song Zihua, he said that although the queen seems to be normal and should eat and sleep, her body is getting worse and worse."
Hongli forced a smile and said: "There is no such thing, Queen Mother, don't listen to his nonsense."
Ling Ruo's eyes narrowed slightly, and a glimmer of light shot out from her cloudy eyes, "He didn't have the guts to talk nonsense in front of the Ai family. The Ai family had already heard about what happened in Dezhou. The emperor used his own life to pull the queen back from the gate of hell.
But the knot in her heart has never been resolved."