The car drove for two days before arriving in Beijing.

After entering the palace, Yang Mo personally arranged the affairs in the palace, Zhou Chengling still felt nauseous every day, Yang Mo's morning sickness was much better, but the sadness overwhelmed her, and her heart would always be uncomfortable.

In the past, Zhou Chengling was always afraid that she would have heart disease, but it was really expected by him, she just had a bad heart like modern times.

It's too late for Yang Mo to think about it.

"Niangniang said that if the emperor's head disease is repeated, he will have to be ...... surgery"

Yang Mo nodded, drilling open the skull and opening the window to reduce intracranial pressure now seems to be the best way, how sure Yang Mo is, there is still a limit to what she can do here, and if she can't find an intracranial mass, everything is equivalent to empty talk.

She and Ji Zizhen couldn't have tried to open the patient's cranium, but the effect was not very good.

You can't locate it, you can't find the lesion, you don't know where to start, you can't endlessly drill holes to find it, that's not curing the disease and saving people, that's torture.

Now you have to prepare for everything, and when the time comes, you can only fight hard.

The operating room, the blood and drugs that will be used in the instruments are all prepared one by one, Yang Mo is by Zhou Chengling's side most of the time, it is obviously torment for Zhou Chengling and her, but when they look at each other, there is no pain or sadness, only deep attachment.

They have come so long hand in hand, they have gone from not knowing anything about each other to opening their hearts, step by step, with many people's doubts to the present.

The illness of the princess is getting worse and worse, the strange thing is that the princess of the palace remembers the most clearly is her business in the first two years, every time she picks up Xuanhua, the princess always talks to Xuanhua about her, how she came out of the Chang family, how to open the Baohe Hall, how to stand up the Yang family. It is always said that it is a blessing for Zhou Chengling to marry her, and it is a blessing for the people that she, the queen, can be in charge of the Tai Hospital and the Shangqing Hospital.

She didn't feel embarrassed when she heard these words, but felt sad.

Because she replaced Zhou Chengling.

She was willing to hear more about Zhou Chengling from the mouth of the princess.

Later, the mother who was next to the princess said. As long as Zhou Chengling went to see the princess, she would be mentioned. That's why the princess will remember everything about her clearly.

It is her real blessing that she married Zhou Chengling, without Zhou Chengling, without her today, without Baohetang, without Gewu Zhihe, without endlessly making new drugs, she enjoys her success, and Zhou Chengling helps her bear all the pressure on her shoulders.

There is even an imperial history that says that the emperor of this dynasty is more obsessed with Danmaru than the previous emperor. Zhou Chengling didn't care about any of this, she often thought that without her, Zhou Chengling, the emperor, would do it more easily.

So. Zhou Chengling's illness would not have deteriorated so quickly.

It's all her, who makes him work hard.

If she had known that this would happen, she would at least not let him go out of his way to marry her.

"Chengling," Yang Mo lowered his head to look at Zhou Chengling, "We're going to try surgery." See if you can be cured. ”

The day still came.

She held his hand, and his palm was cold, and the coldness pierced her heart.

It was he who held her hand every winter, but now his hand was colder than hers.

Just thinking about this is like a knife cutting at her heart.

Zhou Chengling wanted to speak. But she didn't open her mouth, she just slowly closed her eyes and opened them again, and she knew what he meant without speaking.

After holding hands and sitting for a while, Zhou Chengling took her fingers into the palm of his hand with his backhand, just like he used to warm her hands.

Such actions have become accustomed to him.

Yang Mo couldn't help but tears fell in the palm of Zhou Chengling's hand, she didn't dare to look at his eyes, for fear that the beauty in front of her would make her even more sad, Yang Mo finally held back her tears and raised her head, and saw Zhou Chengling's black pupils, as if they had been washed with water, reflecting her face, just like when she first saw him many years ago.

Life is too short.

Why is life always so short, so hurried to the end of a lifetime, so cherished but still have to be lost.

After using medicine, Zhou Chengling's condition will improve for a short time, and Zhou Chengling means that all state affairs must be handled before the operation.

Yang Mo was not worried about Zhou Chengling's situation, and returned to the inner hall halfway to check, and as soon as he walked to the door of the hall, he heard Zhang Erzheng's voice, "The queen should inherit the throne when she gives birth to an heir, and if she gives birth to a princess, she should open the edict in the queen's hand and act according to what is written in the edict." ”

Zhou Chengling on the bed nodded.

Yang Mo clenched her hands.

Zhou Chengling is explaining the aftermath.

How can a person's life be explained clearly in just a few words, and at the last moment, he still thinks about her all the time, takes out the edict from her hand, and no matter which emperor ascends the throne, he will read her benefits.

"Is the emperor still as agreed with the ministers before, if the edict in the queen's hands is used, according to the emperor's will, the queen will be allowed to move out of the palace, and there is no need to move to Cining Palace."

Zhou Chengling bowed his head firmly.

Zhou Chengling wanted to let her out of the palace.

Because he knew that without him in the palace, it would be a shackle to her, and now he wanted to remove the shackles from her with his own hands.

When all the people in the hall were gone, Yang Mo returned to Zhou Chengling's bed.

Zhou Chengling was already very tired and leaned on the pillow, and only after a long time did he gently call Yang Mo's name, "Jasmine, don't cry, don't cry......"

Only then did Yang Mo realize that her tears were flowing down again.

"You have to live, no matter what happens, you have to live, I can't live without you." Yang Mo bent down and threw herself into Zhou Chengling's arms and cried bitterly.

I don't know how long it took for her to feel Zhou Chengling's hand fall on her sideburns.

Zhou Chengling was particularly fond of smoothing her sideburns with her hands, and from then on, perhaps no one would do this, no one would tuck her tight quilt in the middle of the night, babble to tell her to eat slowly, tuck her feet into his arms, and hold her hand to review the recital.

That person is going to be gone.

She wasn't afraid of the cold, just afraid that there was no one to snuggle into.

She was not confident in the operation, the result of the operation may have been unexpected by her, and she also had a lot of clips for the aneurysm, but she couldn't find the aneurysm, what was the use of these things.

Even so, Yang Mo still cheered up, and reason made her not make any mistakes.

After explaining everything and looking at the operating room that was prepared to come out, Yang Mo returned to the inner hall to pick up Zhou Chengling, who was leaning on the side of the bed and staring at the door, and only smiled on his face after seeing her.

He was waiting for her, she wanted to go with a smile, maybe this was the last good memory left for them, she must remember it, take a closer look at him, and not let go of the slightest, even after hundreds of years, it can clearly emerge today.

"Chengling," Yang Mo stepped forward and took Zhou Chengling's hand, "It's all ready, let's go!" ”