On the long street, a carriage drove quietly along the wall.
Finally, it stopped outside a dark courtyard.
Zhou Zilai knocked on the door five times, three long, two short, and five times. The courtyard door opened, and King Shou stepped in.
In the innermost bedroom, a small ram's horn lamp was drowsy.
On the carved bed, a woman fell into a nightmare. She was obviously asleep, but her body was twisted into a ball.
He grabbed his right hand with his left hand, crossed his right foot with his left foot, and pulled hard. His head and body were covered in cold sweat, and his eyes were rolling around under his eyelids.
The two maids stood aside and watched in horror, at a loss.
Seeing King Shou, they hurriedly knelt down and explained: "Your Highness, I don't know what to do. It's useless to wake me up..."
King Shou waved his hand and motioned for them to go down.
He held the woman's hand, and did not dislike the greasy cold sweat on her body. He leaned down, pressed her cheek tenderly, and whispered softly: "Xiaoxia, Xiaoxia, wake up..."
Xiaoxia didn't react at all, and made a terrible "hoo-hoo" sound in her throat, and her movements became more intense, as if she was fighting with him.
King Shou sighed, lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Xiaoxia's mood gradually calmed down. After a cup of tea, she sighed and opened her eyes.
"Your Highness is here." She wanted to sit up, but she felt dizzy and had to lie back down again.
"Look, I have become a cripple and a madman."
She smiled bitterly and said: "Your Highness, can you not come here anymore? Every time you come here, I will make my illness worse."
King Shou lowered his eyes, twisted his handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from her face, and did not answer her words.
After wiping her face, he wiped her neck and hands carefully.
Xiaoxia looked at him with a complicated expression, sadness, reluctance, and pain flashed in her eyes. Finally, she waved her hand hard and hit him in the face: "Why are you so mean? I don't like you. You don't understand people."
Talk?"
Prince Shou did not dodge or dodge, he received the slap from her quietly, and then stood quietly in front of her bed, looking at her quietly.
Xiaoxia is skinny and skinny, her hair is withered and yellow, and there are thick dark circles under her eyes. Even if her former beauty can be vaguely seen, she seems to have no sense of beauty at this time.
She pointed at her face in disgust and said loudly: "Did you not see me die, so you want to force me to death with your own hands..."
Zhou Zilai had been standing outside the door. When he heard this, he couldn't help but said: "Princess, that's not the case..."
Xiaoxia interrupted him sharply: "What princess, I am a commoner! The common people who have been crippled and half-dead! It's all you!"
She pointed at Prince Shou: "You lived for yourself, for your mother and concubine to live, and then you watched them bully me, cripple me, and make me look like this.
Do you think I will forgive you if you come to see me often and treat me like this? Will you forget how you watched them kill our Hua'er? The emperor's eldest grandson, the emperor's eldest grandson... died in the cold blood of his father
and cowardice."
She clutched her clothes tightly and cried hysterically: "You already have another princess, why are you here? Are you disgusting me? Get out! I don't want to see you!"
King Shou stood numbly, numbly took out the silver bottle from his arms, put it to his face to test the temperature, and suddenly pinched Xiaoxia's chin.
"What do you want to do?" Xiaoxia screamed and struggled, "I don't want to take medicine!" (To be continued)