"History of Taiming" contains: Ming Zong was born for six years, his father Pingzong died, succeeded to the throne, appointed Wei Xian as the chief of ceremonies, was the sole master of imperial power, mutilated Pingzong's young son, imprisoned the Empress Dowager Xiangci, killed the vassals, the punishment of the Cool Palace, built the temple in various places, Mingzong ascended to the pole for ten years, sacrificed to the sky on behalf of the Son of Heaven, was assassinated halfway, died of serious injuries, the emperor helped his coffin and laughed, and his sleeves were wet.

The palace walls and courtyard are deep, and the more you go to the desolate place, the more chilly it seems, and even the wind seems to be whimpering. Jing Hao tightened the thin clothes on her body, secretly picked up the uninhabited path, and walked all the way to a dilapidated courtyard, she pushed open the old* wooden door, and turned around and closed it carefully.

The person lying on the bed quickly raised his head when he heard the voice, and when he saw that it was her, he was relieved and fell softly on the heavy tattered quilt, and his voice was still hoarse with the characteristic of a teenager, "It's you." ”

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[Wei Xian, the power traitor in the early period of Mingzong's reign, got acquainted with the young Mingzong, and grew up in the complex palace to protect him, Mingzong trusted him, and ordered him to take charge of the ceremonial supervisor after ascending to the pole, and held the red power. After Wei Xian took office, he eliminated traitorous ministers, brutalized Zhongliang, and built a large number of buildings, pushing the precarious Taiming rule to the precipice and reaching the peak of the eunuch dictatorship. In the tenth year of Mingzong, he was stabbed when the emperor sacrificed to the sky, and died of serious injuries; Now he was murdered by the eunuch in charge of the Zhaosleeve Palace, and died of his injuries, and no one cared about him and died]

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Jing Hao answered in a low voice, took out the white-faced steamed bun hidden in his sleeve and handed it to him, checked the bowl at the head of the bed again, and saw the young man whose pale lips were already chapped on the bed, and turned around to help him go out to add some hot water.

"Forget it." A hand stretched out from the tattered quilt filled with the smell of decay stopped her movements, and there were purulent wounds on her skinny hands, "After entering this Dust Courtyard, who else will think that I can't die like you, so I don't have to waste this effort in vain." ”

Return to dust and dust, and to dust is the fate of their lowly lives.

When he was beaten and thrown into the courtyard of this specially designed for the sick minions in the palace, he felt that he was dying, and as a result, he fell asleep until the second half of the night, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the person in front of him, but it was before he took care of the friendship of his fellow villagers, and he helped her intercede in front of Concubine Luo, and it was already gratifying for him to get such a return.

At least in this deep palace, there are still people who really care about him.

Wei Xianzheng lowered his head and sighed, his outstretched hand was clenched, and he was dragged by him with warm force, "You won't die," the person in front of him seemed to be stating the facts, and repeated firmly when he met his gaze, "You won't die." ”

No, he was dying, and even the movement of his eyes open now drained his strength.

But looking at the person in front of him, who was two years younger than him, but had been struggling in the deep palace together for five years, he swallowed back the words on his lips and licked his dry lips, "Okay, then please help me decorate some water first." ”

But as long as his life is worth something, he has to live regardless of it, and live to those who wish he was dead, he Wei Xian is definitely not a lowly person who can be stepped on by anyone.

He can be abandoned by his unscrupulous father, he can lose even the most important thing for a man, and he can be beaten by a bully villain, but he will never give up on himself.

Jing Hao nodded, and helped him wrap the broken black cotton wool on his body more tightly, and carefully closed the broken wooden door, trying to let the cold wind blow in as little as possible.

Standing in the yard, there was a cold wind blowing from all directions, and it hurt to scratch on her face, she inhaled the cold wind in her stomach, and her stomach without food became more and more uncomfortable, and the thin clothes on her body could not keep out the cold at all, so cold that she couldn't help shivering.

The humble identity, the difficult situation, and the fact that the target person in it is almost the last breath can be said to be the most difficult situation she has ever encountered.

The diagnosis and treatment function of the central system is still there, but since the emperor was killed by a big palace maid, the palace has become more and more strict on the control of drugs, with her current position as the last palace maid, it is not a big problem to sneak out, but if you want to sneak into the hospital to steal medicine, it is really difficult.

There is no medicine, with Wei Xian's current injury, he is just waiting for death.

She stomped her feet, stopped the desperate thoughts that came up in an instant, went to the gatekeeper of the main gate of the courtyard, took a pot of hot tea from the obscene old eunuch with a shy face, and without waiting for him to say some more obscene words, she flexibly dodged a few times and slipped back to Wei Xian's room.

She held on to the closed door and gasped for a few breaths, the hair that had been messed up between the pulls hung down to the side of her face, and when she turned around, she saw that the person on the bed was staring at her, and her overly focused eyes did not look like a teenager who was no more than thirteen years old, but like the victims who saw her former comrades-in-arms after suffering all the hardships, and instantly had a desire to live.

She carried the kettle to the bed, poured a bowl of hot water, helped Wei Xian sit up with one hand, and brought the bowl to his mouth with the other, but was held by someone when she was about to tilt her wrist.

"Ying'er," Wei Xian called the name of the original body of her body, "If I make a fortune one day, I will definitely remember your great kindness today." ”

The young man's hoarse voice was a little choked, as if he was giving up his life, "All my glory is half of yours." ”

Jing Hao replied, and then brought the bowl to his mouth, "I'll wait for you to get better." ”

After making sure that Wei Xian still had the last trace of strength, she cleaned up and prepared to rush back to her position, a little palace maid who was in charge of cleaning the outer courtyard of Yici Palace, disappeared for half an hour and no one would notice, but if she was not swept by the eyes of other palace people, then a burst of insults after going back was indispensable.

She was walking briskly along the remote path with her head down, and under the unattended but blooming spring flowers on one side, a small bean about the height of the flower suddenly appeared, and crashed into her arms.

Looking down and seeing the bright yellow robe that symbolized identity, Jing Hao immediately helped the person in his arms, took a few steps back and knelt on the ground, and his forehead directly hit the wet mud, "Slave and maid see His Royal Highness the Prince, His Royal Highness Jin An." ”

Emperor Mingzong, who was known as the king of Zhongxing in the "History of Taiming", was only a four-year-old little bean at this time, and he tried to straighten his small body but a four-headed body, and his fleshy face still had obvious baby fat, and he tried his best to shape the majesty of the prince with a childish tone.

"Well, get up."

Jing Hao stood up respectfully, and the sight that stayed on the tip of his nose still caught a golden spring flower on the head of the little prince, and the petals were wantonly stretched in the bright □□, which was the most unrestrained time.

She closed her gaze as if she hadn't seen it.

So the four-headed little prince who wore a proper prince's robe, worked hard to straighten his body, and walked out of the style of a prince of a country with his head held high, just like this, walked proudly under her nose with a spring flower blooming just right on his head.

When Jing Hao waited for him to go farther, he couldn't help but look up, and the little bean who thought he had walked out of her sight excitedly spread his hand to pounce on a butterfly that stopped on a hydrangea when he turned the corner, but because of the unstable center of gravity, he almost planted his head in the pile of flowers.

She pursed her lips and smiled, thinking of Xiao Douding's fate after that, but she couldn't help but sigh a little.

Can't wait for a few days, his strong grandmother, who tried her best to promote him to the position of prince, will suddenly become seriously ill and die in less than half a month, and the father of his family, who has been a puppet emperor by his mother all his life, will raise his eyebrows, and the first thing he wants to do after being proud is to abolish him, the prince who does not meet his wishes, and set up the third son of the favored Concubine Xiao as the prince, and finally the prince and young master took the lead, putting pressure on Pingzong to keep his position as the prince, but it also made him even more disdainful of his father's blue eyes, It can almost be said that he has been provoked and insulted everywhere, and there is no leisure now.

But it's okay, after all, that Heizong began to linger on the sickbed in less than a year, and died a year later.

Jing Hao sighed in her heart, and when she was about to walk back again, she suddenly paused, and thought of the thing she had just thought of - the Queen Mother would be seriously ill in a few days.

The Empress Dowager, who was in charge of the imperial power, suddenly fell seriously ill, and the Yici Palace where she lived must have been waiting for the imperial doctor for several days, and before the case was confirmed, the imperial doctor would definitely carry all kinds of medicines in the medical box, including the few medicines that Wei Xian needed most now.

At the moment when the Queen Mother suddenly fell ill and the palace people were at a loss, she wanted to go to the doctor who came in a hurry to steal some medicines, and the difficulty was almost the smallest of the several plans that were currently feasible, even if the Queen Mother found out afterwards, first, he couldn't be sure what medicine he brought with him in a hurry, and second, the Queen Mother was still seriously ill, how could anyone care about the whereabouts of a few □□ products.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this plan was the most feasible, and when Jing Hao secretly brought the rations she had saved again to Wei Xian in the middle of the night, even the expression on her face was a lot more relaxed, which made Wei Xian look at her suspiciously.

Two days later, when Wei Xian's face became more and more pale and he was about to be unable to stand up, the Empress Dowager went straight down from the chair as usual when she was reporting in the household department, and was sent back to Yici Palace by the palace people in a hurry, followed by the imperial doctor who came in a hurry.

The orderly and majestic Yici Palace, which was orderly and majestic on weekdays, instantly turned into a pot of porridge.