On the first day of the third year of the Qingli calendar, the Prayer Palace in the Imperial City of the Song Dynasty.
The doors and windows of the Palace of Blessings are all closed, the curtains are hung down, and the voices of people are soft. Even those who come in and out of the side door close the door and try not to make much noise.
The candlelight reflected the shadowy figures of the people in the room, and the gentle movement of people made the Prayer Palace, which was not very bright, feel more uneasy and dignified.
Prince E had been ill for more than ten days and was getting worse. Even though the officials renamed the palace to pray for blessings and replaced the plaque overnight, Prince E's condition was still not relieved.
King Yang passed away soon, and the official family did not commit any crime against the servants. King Yong died early, and the servants who served him killed three people with sticks, and the rest were assigned to guard the ancestral temple.
This is the third one...
On Yuan Day, there were some festive scenes in the palace, but this year... no one mentioned it at all.
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Zhao Xi opened his eyes with difficulty, but only for a moment. He was too tired and had to close them again. He didn't even have time to see clearly where he was.
"Guan Jia, I seemed to have seen Xi'er open her eyes just now."
Open your eyes? Xi'er hasn't opened her eyes for two days.
"I'm sorry, I'm powerless!" This is what Zhao Zhen has heard the most in the past two days. Powerless? Haha! When have you ever had the ability? Three princes, the last one, will still be lost like this.
Zhao Zhen had read books and had some knowledge of medical science. As for the decoction used by the imperial doctor these days, he knew that it was just for comfort, and he would not be cured unless he drank it to death.
Zhao Zhen very much hoped that what the Queen said was true...
Zhao Xi seemed to hear someone talking in his daze. How could that be? Isn't he dead?
He clearly remembered that when he ran out of the burning house wrapped in a wet quilt and holding Erdan, the roof collapsed and a steel bar penetrated his head...
Zhao Xi tried hard to open his eyes again. Where is this? Why are they all wearing costumes?
This man...this man is his father, this concept suddenly popped into Zhao Xi's mind.
"Xi'er..."
Zhao Zhen could really see clearly now, and Xi'er really opened her eyes.
For a moment, the emperor's poise was gone, and he was purely expressing the emotions of a father. He could feel his own tension and anxiety.
I can't, I'm too tired, too sleepy. Zhao Xi opened his eyes again, as if he had exhausted all his strength and couldn't open them anymore...
"Guan Jia, will Xi'er be dying..."
Who is this? Zhao Xi heard such words before he fell asleep! You are dying, and your whole family is dying. You don’t have the energy to fight, let’s wait until you wake up...
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I don’t know how long it took, Zhao Xi woke up again, and what he saw when he opened his eyes was another scene...
The candlelight in the whole room is still on, but the decoration in the room has changed colors, really changed colors. From the window curtains to the bedding, everything is white, and even the people in the room are wearing white hats and white clothes.
Not pure white, but that kind of white linen.
Who died? This is filial piety!
Zhao Xi was stunned and wanted to ask...
"that whoever……"
"Ah... Wang... Your Highness... I... have been serving you wholeheartedly..."
What are you talking about? What prince? I just want to ask who died.
"Fake corpse..."
Before Zhao Xi could speak again, he was interrupted by this shout. This... tone was so high-pitched and sad.
Then I saw that the corners were full of people, and they all ran out.
Fake corpse? What kind of corpse? Have you seen the fake corpse and chatted with you before? Forget it, let’s see and talk about it later.
Zhao Xi wanted to help him get up and get off the ground, and naturally looked at his arm. This is... the arm he saw was a baby's arm. He was thinking about what action to do, and then the baby's arm moved.
The action he wanted to do... Zhao Xi was dumbfounded!
He was alive, but he lived like a child! This scene gave him the first message.
Zhao Xi thought hard, could he remember what happened in his military service? He also remembered that he was transferred to a local area. He also remembered that he became the mayor of Cangshan and then sacrificed to save others...
He is Zhao Xi, so he must be right. He has parents, a wife and children, but Zhao Xi has worked very hard and has no memory at all.
Am I still myself? Zhao Xi thought about this question over and over in his mind.
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The son who died in Yuanri was his third son who died young. In the past two days, Zhao Zhen had nothing but sighs and silent tears. He had no intention of doing anything else.
It was at this time that he would stay at Ciming Palace and let the virtuous queen comfort him.
We are like lovers who are suffering from the same illness, but they can also comfort each other.
"The official...the official family, the King of E...has deceived...the corpse!"
The chamberlain ran in in a panic, not caring about etiquette at all, and almost ran in front of Zhao Zhen before he suddenly stopped, his legs continuing to tremble.
"ah……!?"
Zhao Zhen was originally thinking about Xi'er at this time, and he was always in a trance. Only about Xi'er could he get into his ears.
He refused to give up and was unwilling to give up. He had been praying to God for the past two days, hoping that God would not take away his only son for the sake of his tolerance to his people and workers.
However, the imperial doctor and all the concubines did not allow him to guard him, and even the outer court spoke out, fearing that he would be ill.
He has been guarding Ciming Palace, also wanting to wait for news, whether he is dead or alive.
But I didn't expect it to be...a fake corpse?
Zhao Zhen was stunned and opened his mouth to breathe, not knowing what to do.
"Don't use nonsense to confuse people with evil talk!"
Empress Cao stopped sternly, and then turned to look at her man... Alas! After all, he has average qualifications, and it will be difficult for him to support this huge empire.
"The official family... the official family..."
It took two calls in a row to bring his man back to his senses.
"The officials and servants are ignorant, so I think we must move to the Palace of Prayer."
"According to the saint."
Zhao Zhen was confused and his mind was blank. He only knew that it was about Xi'er, not life and death...
Outside the Palace of Blessings, there are servants all dressed in white, reflecting the red walls and green tiles. It looks weird no matter how you look at it.
Everyone was trembling, not daring to stay away or enter the house, so they would wander to the door from time to time, stretching their necks and looking in.
"Guan family, empress, Prince E...Prince E..."
"Shut up! Stop talking nonsense!"
Empress Cao once again stopped the servants who were preparing to export the corpse.
Official? This is the name given to the emperor in the Song Dynasty. This... what the hell... Thinking about it more, Zhao Xi got angry.
He remembered that at the command school, the war history teacher once said that his name was the same as the third son of Emperor Renzong who died in infancy. But now... he is not completely dead. Could it be that he is in the Song Dynasty?
Zhao Xi has heard of the word time travel, but unfortunately, he has rarely read those online novels about time travel, otherwise he would not find it weird or at a loss.
Whenever something big happens, you need to calm down. Zhao Xi quickly calmed down and listened to the sounds outside the house.
"You must not go into an official's house! The kid who cheats on corpses is the most difficult to deal with. Prince E is only three years old. You must not go into an official's house!"
Three years old? Yes. He is only three years old now. Zhao Xi looked at his tender body again... This needs to be adapted to.
"In the official house, I will go in. Xi'er is smart and smart. I have never mistreated her. Even if there are unfinished business, she will not hurt me."