Of course Sun Sixing would not faint for no reason. There was only one thing in this world that could make him faint from sadness, and that was...
News of the death of grandson’s father and grandson’s mother!
Sun Sixing was in the operating room, doing exercises according to Feng Qingchen's requirements, when he suddenly found a wooden box in the room. Sun Sixing looked at the box inexplicably, thinking that he had missed lunch again, and a servant brought him lunch.
, as soon as I opened it, I saw...
A head frozen in ice.
Sun Sixing was startled, but when he saw clearly, he was completely stunned. He fell down on the operating table with a thud. It took him a long time to regain his strength, and then he walked out blankly.
The servant came up to ask, but he ignored him. The servant tried to help him, but he shook him off and staggered to Feng Qingchen. Then he couldn't hold on anymore and his whole body collapsed.
.
His father is dead, his father is dead!
Sun Sixing couldn't bear the blow and fainted.
Feng Qingchen was so angry that he almost went crazy, and asked the guards and secret guards to find out how the box containing Sun Zhengdao's head was delivered to Sun Sixing.
But after searching for a long time, nothing was found. The guards and secret guards did not see anyone suspicious at all. As for Zuo An and Doudou...these two always disappeared when needed.
Feng Qingchen was extremely angry, but there was nothing he could do. Sun Zhengdao and his wife suddenly disappeared, and Feng Qingchen vaguely guessed that something might have happened to them.
But as long as they didn't receive news of their deaths, there was still a glimmer of hope, but now there was no hope at all. Moreover, the man told Sixing of his father's death in the most direct and cruel way.
Feng Qingchen didn't know how to comfort Sun Sixing. Sun Sixing woke up after sleeping for a day and a night. He lay motionless on the bed, neither eating nor drinking nor talking.
In just one day, Sun Sixing changed into a different person, with sunken eye sockets and a few wisps of white hair on his temples. Feng Qingchen's heart ached when he saw it.
"Sixing, don't scare Master." Feng Qingchen held Sun Sixing's hand and choked, but Sun Sixing still didn't respond.
"Si Xing, people cannot be resurrected after death. If Imperial Physician Sun saw you like this, he would definitely feel distressed." In just one day, Si Xing tortured himself until he was no longer human, which truly made Feng Qingchen feel distressed to death.
Why is this child so annoying?
If she found out who did it, she would cut him into pieces to vent her anger on Sixing.
"Sister, Master Sun hasn't eaten for a day and a night. The kitchen has stewed chicken soup. Give it to Master Sun. You can drink it yourself." Tong Jue came in with two bowls of chicken soup and placed it next to Feng Qingchen.
on the table.
The fragrant chicken soup can easily arouse people's appetite, but Feng Qingchen doesn't want to drink it at all: "Feed it to Master Sun first."
Feng Qingchen stood up and walked to the window, thinking about what he should do to help Si Xing overcome the pain of losing his father.
"Sister, Master Sun refused to drink, and it all spilled out." Tong Jue had tried every means to force-feed him, but Sun Sixing would not cooperate at all.
Feng Qingchen walked over and looked at Sun Sixing, who was not popular at all. He felt heartbroken and angry at the same time, and said angrily: "Pinch his chin and pour it in."
"Yes, sister." Tong Jue received Feng Qingchen's order and helped Sun Sixing up, held Sun Sixing's jaw, picked up the bowl and poured it into Sun Sixing's mouth.
"Ahem, cough, cough..." Sun Sixing still refused to cooperate. He coughed up all the chicken soup that he had finally poured in. Feng Qingchen was so angry that he almost hit someone.
"Si Xing, what do you want? How long are you going to torture yourself? If you want to use this method to seek death, then I tell you, don't even think about it. Even if you are hung with nutrient solution, I will kill you
This life is on the line." Feng Qingchen said loudly, feeling anxious and angry.
If this continues, Si Xing's body will not be able to bear it. Why is this child so uneasy? It's really... people don't know what to do.
"Sister..." Tong Jue saw Feng Qingchen losing his temper and was too frightened to move.
Feng Qingchen took a deep breath, sniffed, and said: "Help Master Sun clean up, bring two more bowls in, and drink them for me until he drinks them all."
"Yes." Tong Jue quickly asked the servant to come in and put Sun Sixing into clean clothes and sheets. During this process, Sun Sixing remained as motionless as a puppet.
The tears in Feng Qingchen's eyes finally couldn't stop and fell one by one.
If this continues, Sixing will really die. What should she do? What should she do to make Sixing get over her sadness?
Si Xing closed himself off and couldn't see their worries at all. Si Xing lived in his own world, blindly immersed in sadness.
Feng Qingchen knew the importance of Sun Zhengdao to Sixing, but he did not expect that Sixing would close himself off after receiving the news of Sun Zhengdao's death.
The house was leaking and it was raining. Just when Feng Qingchen didn't know what to do, Tong Yao ran in: "Sister, come on, come on, someone is coming from the palace. The prince suddenly foamed at the mouth. I want you to enter the palace immediately."
The child who was less than half a year old was foaming at the mouth. This condition was not serious. Feng Qingchen had to put away her sadness and cheer up to prepare for entering the palace.
"Take good care of Young Master Sixing. Before I come back, I must have someone guard me. If anything happens to Young Master Sixing, I want you all to be buried with him." These murderous words made everyone suffer, one by one.
It should be yes.
Feng Qingchen wiped his face casually, then went back to his room, changed his clothes, picked up the medicine box, and hurried into the palace following the messenger.
The prince's condition was indeed very urgent. The carriage drove wildly all the way, and all the checkpoints were specially arranged. The driver only showed a token and the journey was smooth, which made Feng Qingchen sigh. It turned out that the palace was so easy to enter.
I don’t know how Concubine Xie Huang begged the emperor, but the carriage actually drove all the way into Zhaoyan Palace. As soon as the carriage stopped, the eldest maid of Zhaoyan Palace ran out: "Miss Feng, you are here, the prince, the prince..."
The maid burst into tears.
Feng Qingchen didn't have time to quarrel with the palace maid, so he shook off the other party's hand and rushed into the Zhaoyan Palace. The rush in almost scared Feng Qingchen.
The emperor and the queen were actually sitting there.
Although Feng Qingchen was anxious, he did not dare to be too presumptuous. He quickly stopped and saluted the emperor and the queen. As soon as he bent his knees, the emperor impatiently interrupted: "Okay, what are you talking about about false courtesy at this time? Come and see
Let’s see how the Eighth Prince is doing.”
Feng Qingchen was stunned for a moment.
When did the emperor value the prince so much that he actually called him in the order of prince?
Confused, Feng Qingchen didn't dare to ask any more questions, and obediently carried the medicine box and walked in. As soon as he stepped into the inner room, Concubine Xie rushed over and knelt at Feng Qingchen's feet with a thud.
: "Qingchen, please, please save my son."
Concubine Xie Huang was not at all dignified as usual, she looked like a madman, her hair and hair were messy, her face was stained with tears, and she was on the verge of collapse.
"Don't worry, let me take a look first." Feng Qingchen had a solemn look on his face, it must be bad for the prince to look like this.
In the room, seven or eight imperial doctors were surrounding the prince. The prince did not even cry at this time. The imperial doctors were sweating profusely when they saw Feng Qingchen coming.
Give Way.
But at this moment, the doctor closest to the prince suddenly shouted: "It's not good, it's not good, prince..."