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Emperor Qiyuan felt that the body in his arms was no longer delicate, but gradually became stiff. He looked up at the window blankly, and the light that came in told him that it was daylight.

His pupils shrank suddenly, he lowered his head and kissed her cold cheek, and whispered, "Fule'er, you should wake up." ”

"It's already dawn."

Why can't you wake up yet?

Emperor Qiyuan only felt that his throat was sweet, and a fishy smell appeared in his mouth. Raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, and there were red wet marks in his eyes. He took a deep breath and swallowed the sweetness in his mouth.

"If you still want to sleep, then sleep a little longer." He said calmly: "I am here to guard you, waiting for you to wake up." ”

There were bursts of throbbing pain in his chest, as if a piece of flesh had been dug up alive, and the hollowness made him hold his arms tightly, and his body became more and more cold and hard. It seems that this will fill that vacancy.

"Do you want to listen to the ballad, I still remember the ballad that my mother sang when I was a child, and I remember a little bit, can I sing it to you?"

Silent, full of desolation.

Emperor Qiyuan's eyes suddenly turned red, he closed his eyes and endured the sourness, refusing to let the wetness in his eyes condense into beads. Because it was just a dream, how could he weep over a false dream?

Fuller will be unhappy when she finds out.

"Are you angry again? Why don't you ignore me again? Emperor Qiyuan pulled the corners of his mouth, showed a smile that could not be called a smile, patted the person in his arms, and said in a consultative tone: "I sang that ballad to make amends to Fule'er, don't be angry anymore after singing, open your eyes and see if I'm okay?" ”

"Well, that's settled."

Looking down and thinking about it, Emperor Qiyuan's eyes fell on the interlocking hands of the two of them, and he whispered softly in a fluttering voice: "The clouds are dreaming of the dew, and the birds are singing softly." The stars and the moon are shining silver, and the shadows are ...... under the lights night after night."

Xu Xingde waited outside for too long, and was worried about the situation inside, so he went around the window to listen to the movement inside. As a result, as soon as he stood still, he heard a few words of song out of tune from inside.

After being stunned for a while, he also remembered the origin of this ballad, and immediately sighed softly with old tears.

Man......

When Yue'er climbed the treetops, the sound inside had already stopped. Xu Xingde waited in front of the window, looking at the half of the projection on the window, and his heart became more and more worried. It's been so long, but the little master still hasn't spoken.

Niangniang's posthumous affairs have been ordered, but the little master doesn't speak, this death knell can't be sounded, and the funeral can't be reported.

Liu Wuyong, who was guarding the door, had already been in a hurry, and when he saw Xu Xingde coming over, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Grandpa Xu, what should I do, should we go in and persuade the emperor." ”

Xu Xingde disliked Liu Yi more than this Liu Wuyong, and glanced at him coldly before walking to the door, intending to go in and make a difference. Otherwise, if you are too sad, you will hurt your body.

It's the same as the first emperor who went to Empress Shotoku.

Quietly stepping into the door, Xu Xingde said softly: "Little master, you mourn, it's time to change the birthday clothes for the mother...... otherwise after waiting for a long time, there will be no way to wear this clothes."

Emperor Qiyuan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was like a sculpture, not only did he not hear the sound of the outside world, but he didn't even know that a person had come in.

Xu Xingde was helpless, so he had to raise his voice slightly: "Little master, it's time to change my mother's clothes!" ”

Emperor Qiyuan slowly raised his eyes and looked at Xu Xingde, his eyes were empty as if he couldn't see anything. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "No, wait a little longer, just wake up." ”

Awake?

Xu Xingde's heart suddenly burst out, and he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Emperor Qiyuan's expression. But there was no expression on that face, only a sadness in the bones, which made people feel sad and crying.

After Emperor Qiyuan finished speaking, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the person in his arms, as if nothing could make him look sideways.

Xu Xingde felt that this was too much sadness, and just didn't know what to do, he found that the corners of Emperor Qiyuan's mouth were a little red. His eyes were already a little difficult to handle, and he couldn't see clearly from this distance, but he didn't think the red could be anything else.

"Little master." Xu Xingde choked up and said: "Take care of the dragon body, otherwise it will be so sad for the master to know." He didn't get any response, and then said: "It's time to handle the aftermath of the mother, who should the prime minister let report the funeral......"

But before these words could be spoken, Xu Xingde saw Emperor Ji Qiyuan, and spit out a mouthful of bright red blood!

"Little master!"

Emperor Qiyuan raised his head and said in a dumb voice: "There is no need to report the funeral, because there is no need." ”

At this time, Xu Xingde didn't care about whether to report the funeral or not, he pursed his lower lip and said in a tough tone: "Then the little master will not report the funeral for the time being, and the old slave will go to the imperial doctor to take the pulse for the little master first." "This vomiting blood hurts the internal organs, how can you be negligent?

After Xu Xingde finished speaking, he retreated, and the little master's eyes were straight and he looked like he was stunned. If you don't listen to persuasion, you can only use some tough methods.

Emperor Qiyuan didn't care, his eyes fell on the face of the person in his arms, and he said softly: "This dream is too long." He was a little scared, afraid that there would be no end to this dream.

After Imperial Doctor Fu was invited in, he wanted to take the pulse of Emperor Qiyuan, but he was refused. After kneeling down again and again, but was not allowed, he withdrew and glanced at Xu Xingde.

So a requiem incense was quietly lit.

Seeing the person leaning on the side of the bed, he gradually lowered his head, and Xu Xingde breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to use such a method, but obviously the little master couldn't listen to others at this time.

When Emperor Qiyuan was sent back to Qianyuan Palace, Liu Wuyong quietly said to Xu Xingde: "Grandpa Xu, how should this death knell be struck, and grandpa, please give me a few small sentences." ”

The death knell in the palace, the Queen Mother and Empress are nine tones, and the emperor is twelve. The imperial concubine is the same as the deputy queen, and the system is the eight rings, but this one has received the holy decree after the establishment.

How to strike this death knell is really a little difficult.

Xu Xingde said coldly: "Do what you should do, our actions at this time are for the sake of the emperor's dragon body, but we are also guilty, you dare to cross the emperor's decision?" ”

"Naturally, when the emperor wakes up, he will make his own decision."

I hope that after the little master wakes up, because he has to deal with the aftermath of the imperial concubine, his mind can be divided into one or two, and he will not be too sad.

A requiem incense made Emperor Qiyuan fall asleep, but it couldn't let him sleep peacefully. In the dream he saw a woman who was exactly like his Fule'er, but whose name was Weiyang.