"Duanjing the Crown Prince..." Xianyue repeated, showing a strange expression that seemed to be smiling and crying, and then returned to her usual indifferent expression, "When the second elder brother passed away, the emperor had already posthumously consecrated him.
As the crown prince, I’m afraid it wouldn’t be appropriate to grant another title.”
"It doesn't matter, this is what Yong Cang deserves." Before she finished speaking, Xianyue said: "Yong Cang won't care about this. Besides, so what if he is granted the title of crown prince. It can turn back time, and it can make Yong Cang able to
Will you come back alive?" Before Hongli could answer, she shook her head and said: "No, nothing can be changed."
Hongli was speechless by her words. After a while, he whispered: "I know that what I owe you and Yongcheng can never be made up for, but I always want to do something for you. Why do you always want to do something for you, Xianyue?"
Reject me thousands of miles away?"
Xia Yue looked at him steadily and said, "If you really want to do something for me, let me accompany Yong Cang!"
"No!" Hongli sternly refused without thinking. After trying to calm down the panic in his heart, he lowered his voice and said: "Except for this matter, I can promise you anything, even... it's mine.
life!"
In this life, the only person he could commit his life to was Xia Yue, and even the former Mingyu had not reached this point.
Xianyue said in a sad voice: "It's a pity that there is nothing else I want in the world."
"No, you still have me, Yongyan, and the Qing Dynasty. No matter what you want, I will find it for you!" Although it was right in front of him, Hongli felt like he was far away, which made him feel like he was far away.
Flustered, he hugged Xianyue tightly. Only in this way could he truly feel that Xianyue was still by his side and had never left.
Xianyue did not refuse or respond, and let Hongli hold her with a dull expression. This embrace was still as warm as in her memory, but her heart was too cold, and even if the scorching sun burned her body, it could not melt it at all.
Day after day passed, the autumn cold turned into winter frost, the dead leaves fell off, leaving only bare branches, waiting for next spring to take out their buds and regain their vitality.
Trees can be reborn, but what about people?
"Master, it's time to drink medicine." Zhichun carefully brought a bowl of soup and medicine in. Xianyue has been bedridden since the beginning of winter. All the doctors in the imperial hospital had been ordered by Hongli to check Xianyue's pulse.
Their answers were all consistent. Xianyue was not suffering from any illness. The reason for this was that she was depressed and unable to relax.
Good medicine can cure diseases, but it is difficult to heal the heart. Therefore, even if he takes medicine every day, Xianyue's spirit is still getting worse day by day. He always spends most of the day in drowsiness. When he is awake, he looks at
The dead trees with all their leaves outside the window were lost in thought. No matter how cold the weather was, the palace people were not allowed to close the windows and doors. Therefore, even if the earth dragons were burned and several basins of charcoal fires were lit, the dormitory was still so cold that people shivered.
When Yue falls asleep, close it for a while.
Hongli stood outside the ajar door of the palace, silently watching Xianyue drink the medicine through the gap. Song Zihua stood aside with his head bowed. He came to diagnose Xianyue's pulse, but as soon as he arrived outside the palace, he met Hongli.
After a while, Hongli looked away and asked Song Zihua: "How is the queen's condition?"
Song Zihua sighed softly and said with a sad expression: "I have tried my best, but the queen's body is still getting weaker and has not improved. Her heart disease... still needs heart medicine."
Hongli smiled bitterly and said: "I don't know, but this heart medicine is nowhere to be found." After saying this, he waved his hand and said: "There is no need to check the pulse today, go back."
After sending Song Zihua away, Hongli opened the door and walked in. Xianyue had finished drinking the medicine, leaning on the bedside and silently looking at the dead trees outside the window in trance.
Hongli walked to the bedside and was silent for a moment. He stroked Xia Yue's silky silk hair and said hoarsely: "I have been married to you for many years and have never combed your hair. Why don't you let me comb it for you once?"
?”
Xianyue rolled her eyes and looked at Hongli blankly. For a long time, she nodded slightly and turned slightly to let Hongli comb his hair. On the side, she knew that Chunzao had already taken the ivory comb and handed it to Hongli, who took it in his hand.
Gently comb Xianyue's long hair.
He always thought that Xia Yue's hair was still like dark clouds, without any trace of time. It wasn't until he combed it that he discovered that there were many silver threads hidden in his black hair.
Seeing Hongli's trembling fingers picking up the white hairs, Zhichun's nose relaxed. Although she had discovered that Xianyue had white hairs a few years ago, there were only two or three at most at that time;
After the twelfth elder brother left, the number of white hairs suddenly increased. Almost every time she combed her hair, she could find that there were more white hairs.
"But you have a lot of white hair?" Xianyue's voice pulled Hongli back from his thoughts. He let go of his hand twisting the white hair and showed an unusually gentle smile, "Even if you have a head full of white hair, you are still my best."
Beloved Queen."
The ivory comb was combed from the top of the head to the ends of the hair, and three thousand black hair flowed between the teeth of the comb. "Xiaoyue, do you still remember when I first met you?"
Xianyue's eyes moved slightly and she said softly: "Remember, it was the eighth year of Yongzheng's reign."
Hongli tied up his hair and said with emotion: "Yes, it has been thirty-five years since the eighth year of Yongzheng's reign. I am already fifty-five, and you are nearly fifty. Time flies so fast.
"After a moment's pause, he said: "I still clearly remember how you forced me to marry you as Cong Fujin. At that time, I treated you like this.
I am a daughter of Yingda. I hate you so much that I am thinking about how to get rid of you. Looking back now, I am extremely grateful. If it weren’t for your persecution, how could I have fallen in love with you and how could I have had these thirty-five years?
Unforgettable memories include Changle, Yongcheng, and Yongjing; throughout my life, I will never forget you or them."
Xianyue glanced sideways, looking at Hongli with red eyes in surprise, wondering why he suddenly said such strange words.
Hongli took a deep breath and gently straightened Xianyue's head, "Sit tight and don't move, otherwise I won't be able to comb your hair."
After these words, no one spoke anymore. The palace was so quiet except for the sound of the comb stroking the hair, and there was only the sound of the wind whistling in. After twisting the last strand of hair, Hongli ordered Zhichun to get a mercury mirror.
He said: "Look, can you still see it?"
Xianyue looked at herself in the mirror. Hongli's comb was the simplest swallowtail bun in the palace. Although it was not as exquisite as Zhichun's bun, it still had a look. For someone who had combed her hair for the first time, it was already
Very rare.
Xianyue stroked her bun and said softly: "Very good."
Zhichun joked: "I always think that the emperor has everything in his hands and is not good at doing such small things. I didn't expect that he could comb it so well for the first time. This servant is really surprised."