Jiusheng was cold all over his body, trembling, and called: "Yingzheng ......"

Ying Zheng calmed down and said in a deep voice: "Don't be afraid, there is a widow here, the imperial doctor will be here in a while, and it will be fine before dawn." ”

Jiusheng nodded again and again, and hurriedly wiped away his tears.

At such a juncture, he can't cry, he can't cause chaos, he must be strong.

He comforted himself over and over again in his heart that Weixi would be fine.

He prayed to God over and over again in his heart that if he had to take a person, then take him away.

Ying Zheng held Weixi with one hand and wiped Weixi's nosebleed with the other.

The bright red blood reflected the face of the dawn even more like dead ashes, which was terrifying.

Ying Zheng suddenly remembered what Long Yangjun said on the day of Jiusheng's birth: Men and boys are going against the sky, and it is extremely difficult to survive in the world.

Could it be that it really can't go against the sky?

He didn't believe it!

Is he the overlord of destiny, and he can't keep his son? It's ridiculous!

Ying Zheng secretly swore to himself: God, if you dare to take away the son of the widow, the widow will sweep the six countries and slaughter the world!

Jiusheng suddenly screamed and said, "Yingzheng! He ...... not he"

The baby in her arms suddenly struggled, her throat shirting, and blood began to gush out of her mouth.

"Don't! Don't! Jiusheng was heartbroken and said: "My child, don't take my child, God, please, kill me, don't take my child, don't!" ”

In a moment, Weixi suddenly stopped moving.

Jiusheng came to him and called in a trembling voice: "Weixi, Weixi, I am my mother, my child, Weixi ......"

Weixi lay motionless in Ying Zheng's arms, and Ying Zheng also froze.

"Yingzheng, what should I do? Our child ......" Jiusheng cried: "Yingzheng, aren't you the king of Qin?" Think of a way to save our children! Save our children! ”

At this moment, the Imperial Doctor arrived.

Jiusheng seemed to see a savior, and hurriedly let go of the position in front of Yingzheng, and said, "Imperial Doctor!" Come and save my child! ”

The imperial doctor stepped forward quickly, first checked Weixi's pulse, his heart was shocked, and he hurriedly went to probe Weixi's snort, but he was already out of breath!

When Ying Zheng saw the face of the imperial doctor, he knew that there was no hope, and his heart was sad and angry.

Jiusheng suppressed the despair in his heart, and trembled: "Imperial Doctor, how is it?" Didn't you say that there was nothing wrong with it, and that you would be fine after taking a few pills? After the diagnosis and treatment, I will quickly prescribe medicine, I will let people fry it, feed Weixi to take medicine. After taking the medicine, you will wake up before dawn. ”

Knowing that he had no way to live, the imperial physician took a few steps back, knelt on the ground, and cried: "King Qiqi, son, he ...... He died! ”

"You talk nonsense! It's impossible, Weixi just suffered from the spring cold, how could it be...... How could it be ......" Jiusheng stretched out his hand and snatched Weixi from Yingzheng's hand, and said in a trembling voice: "Weixi, my child, you open your eyes and look at me, I am a mother, Weixi, don't sleep, obedient, we Weixi are the most well-behaved children in the world, come, listen to my mother's words, open your eyes, Weixi, Weixi, my child ......"

Weixi's eyes were still closed, her face was purple, and her nose and mouth were bleeding non-stop.

Jiusheng carefully held him in his arms, his cheek against his cold forehead, and tears couldn't stop pouring out.

He knew that he had lost his life, his child forever.

Why is this happening? How can you say that the little life that was so fresh a few hours ago is gone?

It's all to blame on him, if he hadn't let Weixi suffer the cold, if he hadn't slept just now, Weixi wouldn't have died.

Jiusheng's heart is like a knife, holding Weixi and crying silently, there is no one who does not shed tears in the maids and nurses.

Only Ying Zheng's face was dry.

His heart was also hurt to the extreme, but he had no tears, and his eyes had long since lost the ability to shed tears.

Ying Zheng's heart was more angry.

Angry with the sky, angry with the earth, angry with the people.

The sky is far away, and there is nothing to be done, so Yingzheng has to vent the anger of the burning sky on people.

Ying Zheng said in a deep voice: "Zhao Gao, pass on the widow's will, split this quack doctor, raze the three clans, with five punishments, and bury my son." ”

The Imperial Doctor had already anticipated his fate, and he was not surprised when he heard this, but he couldn't stop crying. He knew that Yingzheng was cruel and useless to beg for mercy, so he gladly accepted his fate.

Zhao Gao ordered someone to drag the imperial doctor down, and ordered the maid and the nurse to go out with the remaining four sons.

Only Yingzheng and Jiusheng are left, as well as Weixi, who is already frozen in Jiusheng's arms.

Ying Zheng hugged Jiusheng, let him lean on his arms, caress his back, and gently comforted him.

Jiusheng cried silently, muttered, and said, "Why? Why did God do this to me? What exactly am I doing wrong? I don't complain no matter what it does to me, but why take my child? He's still so young, he hasn't opened his mouth to call me mother, and he hasn't had time to take a good look at the world......"

Ying Zheng said in a deep voice: "Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are used as dogs." You didn't do anything wrong, it's the sky that's wrong. ”

Jiusheng shook his head and said, "No, it must be that I did something wrong, God will torture me like this and take away all the people around me one by one." ”

"No, the widow won't leave you." Ying Zheng hugged him tightly and said word by word: "The widow will never leave you." ”

Jiusheng closed his eyes and let the tears flow freely.

***

Ying Zheng held a grand funeral for his son Weixi, and the funeral goods were worth a lot of money, and there were as many as 100 martyrs.

After Weixi was buried, Jiusheng was in a trance for several days, and finally lifted his spirits.

He still has four children to take care of, and he can't afford to let any more of them have an accident, and he can't afford to lose any more.

He surrounded the child day and night, and as long as the child was not in his sight, he felt panicked and scared.

After a few months of trembling like this, Jiusheng finally got tired.

At this time, the war between Qin and Korea was in full swing.

Upon learning the news, Yingzheng immediately left the government and rushed to Jiusheng's side.

Jiusheng has woken up and is resting on the bed.

Ying Zheng immediately secretly breathed a sigh of relief, slowly walked to Jiusheng's side, and said with concern: "How do you feel?" Is there any better? ”

"Much better." Jiusheng sat up with his body propped up, reached out to hold his hand, led him to sit down beside him, and said, "I said that I wouldn't let them sue you, but they didn't listen." You're so busy, why bother with you. ”

Ying Zheng held him in his arms, sighed, and said, "Compared to you, nothing matters. ”

Jiusheng smiled weakly and said, "Although I know it's a lie, I'm still happy in my heart." ”

Ying Zheng let go of him, looked him directly into his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Promise the widow, don't go on like this again, okay?" Don't go around your child day and night, stop scaring yourself all the time, and don't just suffer yourself. Only if you are well, can the widow handle the government with peace of mind. ”

Jiusheng put his arms around Yingzheng's waist and buried his face in his neck.

For a long time, Ying Zheng felt a warm wetness.

"Yingzheng, I'm afraid." Jiusheng choked up: "I am afraid all the time, afraid that the children will leave me. Every night, as soon as I close my eyes, my face will appear in my mind. Last night, I even dreamed of the dawn. His face was covered in blood, and I couldn't wipe it clean no matter how much I wiped it. I was in a hurry, I kept crying, I kept crying. Yingzheng, I can't forget it, I can't forget it, and I can't forget the pain of dying long. I can't stand it a second time, I'm scared to death. Can you save me? The only person I can rely on is you, please save me, if I continue like this, I will go crazy......"

"Don't be afraid." Ying Zheng closed his sour eyes and comforted softly: "The widow swears with his life that he will never let the unfinished thing happen again, otherwise it will ......"

"Say no more!" Jiusheng suddenly stopped him and said, "Don't say it anymore......"

Ying Zheng stroked his back and said, "Okay, there is a widow with you, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." ”

Jiusheng gradually settled down.

As long as Yingzheng is by his side, he will feel at ease.

Ying Zheng said: "In a few days, it will be our child's first birthday." At that time, the widow will feast the ministers in the Liuying Palace and celebrate in the palace. Coincidentally, the Wei envoy Long Yangjun, who delivered you a year ago, recently sent another envoy to Daqin, and he also conceived an heir as a man, so you can communicate with him and learn from him at that time. ”

Hearing this, Jiusheng was shocked in his heart and said, "Who is Long Yangjun?" ”

Ying Zheng said: "Long Yangjun is the male favorite of the last king of Wei - King An, although he serves people with his appearance, but he is very talented, after the death of King An, he is still relied on by the Wei royal family, and often goes to other countries on behalf of Wei, and always can live up to his mission. The last time you were in danger, it was Long Yangjun who saved you from danger. ”

Jiusheng recalled the scene of that day, but he couldn't remember the face of Long Yangjun.

He was in pain, distracted, his eyes were blank, and he could only see a vague outline.

However, since that Long Yangjun can conceive an heir like him, is he also a merman?

Suppressing all his thoughts, Jiusheng said: "In this case, I really should have seen him, and I would like to thank him for saving his life." ”

"Shane doesn't have to." Ying Zheng said: "The widow has given him what he wants as a thank you gift. ”

Jiusheng said: "You are you, I am me, how can you mix them up." ”

"Huh?" Ying Zheng pretended to be displeased and said, "What did you say? ”

Jiusheng hurriedly hugged him and said, "I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing, I'm yours, of course you can mix it up." ”

Ying Zheng said with satisfaction: "This is like words." ”