She knew that Concubine Xian must have lost all her grains during the past few days. Her originally delicate and beautiful face was pale and bloodless, and she was much thinner. She seemed to have aged ten years suddenly. She fed the porridge into Concubine Xian's mouth.
In his mouth, he whispered with tears in his eyes: "Concubine Xian, don't be afraid. You are back now and have returned to the palace. Don't be afraid..."
When Concubine Xian heard Xiangyu's words, the corners of her mouth twitched twice and her eyelids trembled. She finally resisted the dazzling pain and opened a crack. She could only see a blurry shadow. Before anyone could see clearly, she
He closed his eyes weakly.
Dreaming, it must be a dream. Her current consciousness is very weak and her mind is unclear. Only then did she dream that she returned to Yixuan Palace and dreamed that Xiangyu was talking to her. She slowly drank the gruel in her mouth, and her blood was gone.
His face was full of despair and pain, "Am I about to die? Okay, great, finally... I can die."
She rolled her throat and whispered in a difficult, weak, tiny, almost inaudible voice. Death is the best relief for her now. Is it necessary for her to live in pain and pay for being treated like a beast every day?
The pain of defilement? No, that would just be a life worse than death.
"Concubine Xian... you are not dead... I am Xiangyu... you are still alive... alive..."
Xiangyu had already burst into tears. Although Concubine Xian usually cut off her hands in order to win favor, sometimes her heart was extremely vicious, and she would even poison her own niece with her own hands.
However, Concubine Xian was very kind to her slave. Seeing Concubine Xian being tortured like this, she really wanted to bear all the pain for her.
"Incense Master...I must be dreaming." Concubine Xian slurred out a few words. Every time she said a word, she used all her strength. Despite this, her voice was still almost inaudible.
Even if I stick to it, it's hard to hear what she's saying.
"Concubine Xian... you are not dead... you are not dead... you will definitely get better." Xiangyu burst into tears, holding a handkerchief to wipe the gruel flowing out of Concubine Xian's mouth, crying and saying: "
Concubine Xian, I am Xiangyu, you will definitely get better, you have to be strong, Xiangyu will always be with you."
"Xiangyu..." Concubine Xian was still so angry that she could not hear her words clearly. Her eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold. Even if she tried all her strength, she could not open her eyes. She had no consciousness at all.
Gradually she lost it, leaving only the cold darkness swallowing her up.
"Concubine Xian... Concubine Xian..." Seeing that Concubine Xian's eyelids were no longer moving and her eyelashes were no longer trembling, Xiangyu was worried and impatient. She put down the bowl in her hand, moved the incense burner to the bedroom, and lit Concubine Xian's favorite incense.
, I hope she can smell the fragrance when she wakes up and know that she has returned to Yixuan Palace.
When Concubine Xian woke up again, another day had passed. As soon as she regained consciousness, she smelled a familiar smell. At first, she thought she was dreaming, but the familiar aroma of rest was on the tip of her nose.
The lingering feeling is so real, as if she is in Yixuan Palace.
She moved her eyelids, and suddenly realized that the cloth blocking her mouth was gone, and there was a warm feeling of fullness in her stomach. She endured the pain and opened her swollen eyes, and what she saw was her again.
In a familiar place, there is an incense burner next to the soft couch, and the rich benzoin fills the entire bedroom.
She raised her weak hand and pinched her thigh hard, wondering if this was a dream. But when she felt the pain in her leg, she finally smiled weakly and shed tears uncontrollably.
, but these are not tears of pain, but tears of joy in the aftermath of the disaster.
