"Reporting to the Empress Dowager, Your Majesty is fine and just needs to rest."
The Empress Dowager scolded while weeping: "You slaves, how do you serve? If the emperor has something to do, you will all be buried with me!" After finishing speaking, she walked to the Hall of Yixin.
The servants were so frightened that they all knelt on the ground, not daring to lift their heads.
No one dared to stop the Empress Dowager, Chu Qiao followed behind and entered the Hall of Yixin. Li Ce was still sleeping at this time, and when the Queen Mother saw him, tears fell, and she leaned forward tremblingly, as if she wanted to touch his face.
A court lady beside the queen mother walked up to Chu Qiao, frowned and said, "Who are you? Why are you here? The queen mother came to see the emperor, and other idlers immediately avoided."
Mei Xiang frowned, and was about to speak, when Chu Qiao stretched out her hand and tugged at her sleeve, nodded and said, "Understood." After finishing speaking, she led Mei Xiang and the others out of Yixin Palace.
"Miss? The emperor asked you to accompany me."
Chu Qiao sighed, and said, "My mother is back, why do we have to stay inside?"
Qiu Sui said from the side: "I didn't expect the Empress Dowager to love the Emperor."
At this moment, Master Sun Di came from the front, was slightly taken aback when he saw Chu Qiao, and asked, "Why isn't the girl in the Yixin Hall?"
Mei Xiang hurriedly said: "The queen mother is back and kicked our young lady out!"
"The Queen Mother?" Sun Di was taken aback when he heard the words, turned around and strode towards the Hall of Yixin, and said in a deep voice, "Who brought the Queen Mother back? The news of His Majesty's assassination is not known outside, so why did the Queen Mother come back?"
At this moment, a violent scream suddenly came from the Yixin Hall. Sun Di and Chu Qiao were taken aback at the same time, they suddenly pushed open the door of Yixin Hall, and rushed in together!
I saw the Queen Mother was holding a dagger, her pale face was covered with bright red blood, her expression was stern, she was still that gentle and kind woman. She stood in front of the window like a devil, hissing, "I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I want to avenge Luo Er!"
Chu Qiao's mind suddenly turned pale, like the wind from the extreme north, howling and sweeping past. The afternoon sun shone through the wide open door, shining brightly, making people's eyes go white, and the surroundings were so chaotic, some people were exclaiming, some were screaming, and some people rushed out to announce the imperial physician. The guards rushed forward, and the sharp knives shone with silver light, reflecting white light and shadows on the ground.
She stood where she was, her eyes were itching hotly as if she couldn't bear such bright light and shadow. The sun seemed to be made of solid ice, and it shone coldly on her body, as if she had been immersed in cold water. The cold air rose from her fingertips, hit her hands, feet, waist, and gradually covered her chest, and her heart was beating violently. , twitching, as if about to jump out of the cavity, the throat was sore and astringent, and even the breathing became no longer smooth.
The queen mother's clothes were already stained red with blood, and her pale face was covered with sick madness. Her eyes were bright and ferocious, and she didn't struggle after being restrained, but said coldly in a voice full of hatred: "You are all beasts, you should all be damned, I killed him, and now I will kill you, I will kill you!" Avenge my husband and son."
At that moment, Chu Qiao saw his eyes.
For the first time in her life, she felt that she saw his heart through his eyes, unlike the previous frivolous, deep, calm and unpredictable. At that moment, she clearly saw the joy, anger, sorrow and joy in those deep pools, saw the depressive and deep pulse, and saw the desolation like the snowy field beyond the Great Wall.
He lay there like that, the blood from the wound was like a bubbling spring, dyeing his light blue clothes red. He looked at his mother quietly, there was no shock or hatred in his eyes, only deep-seated tiredness swept over him, completely drowning his handsome face.
There is a whistling wind blowing outside the window, shaking the thin window paper. The blood on the ground meandered and flowed, and dense crowds of people rushed forward to stop the bleeding and heal him. The panicked voices of the palace people sounded again outside the palace. Everything was like a silent pantomime. Chu Qiao couldn't see anything. He couldn't hear anything, just stared blankly into his eyes, and the cold touch crawled over his skin inch by inch, reaching to the bottom of his heart.
She suddenly remembered a hunt on the Yanbei Plateau many years ago. The mountain was covered with heavy snow, and a female wolf was very hungry. She managed to catch an elk and was feasting. Its child huddled aside, walked over quietly, and took a bite of the venison. The female wolf became angry immediately, and swung her paw to grab the cub. The little wolf was scratched, and shrank far away under the root of the tree, looking at his mother in awe, whining, but dared not go forward. Its eyes are so sad, like an abandoned child.
Someone came to pull her, but she stubbornly refused to leave, as if roots had taken root under her feet, she refused to move a step no matter what.
She was suddenly so frightened, her blood was cold, and her fingers were trembling uncontrollably. She didn't want to go out, the blood hurt her eyes, and she was afraid that she would never come in again after going out.
More and more people gathered, and someone whispered something in her ear, and the thin silk could not bear to be pulled so vigorously, and there was a crisp hissing sound. She suddenly yelled very loudly, waved everyone away, and ran towards the inner hall.
"Catch her!" A guard yelled, and more and more palace people came running towards her, and she backed away nervously, every inch of her body was so cold to the bone.
"Let her go!" A deep voice suddenly sounded, so hoarse, like a turbid wind blowing through a broken bellows. Li Ce half propped himself up, his chest was dripping with blood, and his pale fingers pointed at her from afar.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, you can't move around!"
A series of exclamations followed, and he fell forward on the bed, a mouthful of blood gushing out of his mouth, like a bright silk being torn apart.
She was like falling into an ice abyss, the deep chill crawled up her back, the sun shone through the window paper, and was sifted into mottled shadows. Standing outside the crowd, she couldn't see his facial features, but only saw a blue-white hand hanging down from the quilt, it was miserable white, without a trace of blood.
The sun gradually rose to the center, and then gradually set in the west. A cold moon climbed up the treetops, casting a bright white light trail outside the Yixin Hall, and the sand in the leak flowed down one by one, as if it was in the body. The life is slowly being drawn out.
A trace of choking suddenly escaped from the mouth of an old gray doctor. Behind the ethereal curtains, the figure of the woman fell down suddenly like a wisp of green smoke. Through layers of curtains, her eyes were cloudy, and she could only see the faintly flickering red candle.
When she woke up, the surroundings were dead silent, and she thought she was dreaming for a moment, but seeing Mei Xiang's surprised face, her heart suddenly ached, she threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed without her shoes on.
"Where's Miss Chu?"
A man's hurried voice sounded outside, and she ran out barefoot, her face as pale as a ghost.
Sun Di looked at her, his expression suddenly became so sad, he quietly lowered his head, and said softly, "Your Majesty wants to see you."
The Yixin Hall was silent, she walked all the way in, walked through layers of curtains, and walked to his dragon bed, feeling vaguely that he seemed to be integrated into this empty hall.
She knelt down by the couch, slowly stretched out her icy fingers, and when her fingertips touched his arm, she shrank slightly, feeling that his body was colder than her own, like a cold girl on the Yanbei plateau who never melted all year round. Snow, eternal glaciers.
Her breathing was so light, and her voice sounded like a butterfly wing that would fly away in an instant, quietly resounding in the hall:
"Li Ce, I'm here to see you."
His eyelashes moved slightly, and then he opened his eyes, his eyes gathered quietly, and looked at her quietly, his eyes were so peaceful, as if they contained so many words and heartfelt voices. He stretched out his hand with difficulty, beckoned to her, smiled lightly, and said softly: "Jojo..."
Tears burst out of Chu Qiao's eyes in an instant, and she slowly grabbed his hand. In just a few days, he became so thin, with bony fingers. There was a strong soreness in her throat, she was so choked up that she couldn't make a sound, and tears rolled down.
He frowned slightly, stretched out his finger, wiped her cold cheek lightly, and said with a smile, "Don't cry..."
"It's all my fault." Her tears fell line by line, with cold desolation on her fingertips, "I promised to stay with you all the time, I shouldn't go out."
Li Ce suddenly smiled, lying flat on the bed, looking at the complicated pattern on the top of the bed, embroidered with golden seal script of longevity and boundless, densely crawling over the entire dragon bed. His voice was calm and calm, without a trace of resentment, "How can I blame you, that's my mother, who..."
He gasped suddenly and violently, his voice was weak and powerless. Chu Qiao was so frightened that she wanted to find the imperial doctor, but he firmly grasped her. The strength on her wrist was so strong that it was almost impossible to imagine that this was a seriously injured person.
"Who... who would have thought of that?"
Yeah, who would have thought that
The wind at night passed through the eaves, blowing through the pierced ears of the town beast at the corner of the eaves, making a whining sound. Far away, the subdued whimpers of the women in the palace drifted over.
"I originally wanted to send you off to get married in person, but now... I'm afraid I can't."
"No." Chu Qiao said stubbornly suddenly, the voice was so loud, echoing in the empty hall, like circles of fluttering leaves, she held his hand hard, as if she was fighting for it with someone , "You'll be fine!"
Li Ce looked at her, and suddenly smiled weakly, that smile was like an awl piercing into Chu Qiao's heart, she was so panicked, tears spread across her cheeks, and flowed into her mouth, the bitterness was unbearable.
"Li Ce, don't go, don't go, okay?" She shook his arm lightly, like a lonely child, "You are gone, what should I do? I have an accident, who will help me? I have no place to live, Who let me eat and drink for free?"
A strange smile flashed in Li Ce's eyes, and he pretended to be angry and muttered: "It turns out that I was taken advantage of."
How many years have passed, the past years are like a stream of clear water, rolling through the lonely and cold air, she looked at him weakly, her heart hurt like a knife. His voice was as calm as a lake, and he said calmly: "I have sent someone to inform Zhuge Yue that there will be...someone will send you to see him, you just go with him."
Chu Qiao bit her lower lip, and he still said intermittently: "From now on, don't be aggressive, don't make children angry."
The night is as cold as the water in the Taiqing Pool. His brows were tightly furrowed, like a flame disturbed by the wind, and his eyes were fixed on her. Suddenly, he said, "Qiao Qiao, help me up."
Chu Qiao was startled and shook her head quickly, but before she could say anything, she saw his stubborn eyes, which were so determined.
Heartbroken, she carefully lifted him up and sat on the wicker chair in front of the window. He put on a bright red coat, embroidered with dragon pattern, horizontal warp, vertical weft, showing a decadent desolation in the publicity, just like the first time they met.
"Jojo, my hair is messed up."
Chu Qiao said "Yes", picked up the white jade comb, and loosened his hair. The teeth of the comb lightly brushed through the hair, and her pale hands brushed his temples. One strand after another, seemed to have passed through their years. acquaintance. Her hands gradually trembled, but he didn't seem to know it, and he never looked back.