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All the doctors in the Tai Hospital gathered around the bedside of the little prince Zhu Houwei, and everyone was very nervous.

Zhang Yan stood on the periphery of the imperial doctor, her face pale.

She was already so weak that she couldn't stand up, if it weren't for Zhu Youzhu standing aside and hugging her hard, I'm afraid Zhang Yan would have collapsed to the ground at this moment.

Zhu Youzhu hugged Zhang Yan, and his eyes were also red.

If he hadn't been thinking about his wife in his arms, Zhu Youzhu at this moment might not have been able to stand so straight.

In front of Zhu Houwei's hospital bed, a few needles from Imperial Doctor Lu fell steadily on Zhu Houwei's small body, his eyes flickered, and a young imperial doctor standing next to him immediately took out a bowl of medicine and wanted to forcibly pour it into Zhu Houwei's mouth.

Zhu Houwei didn't move, and all the medicine poured into his mouth flowed out of the corners of his mouth without leaking.

The brown liquid spilled on the bed, and the white pillow suddenly turned dark brown.

"The golden needle puncture point, is it no longer good?"

The medicine doctor's hand couldn't help shaking, and his free hand gently put it on Zhu Houwei's nose.

Between the fingers, I couldn't feel the slightest movement of air, and the skin under my hands seemed to be slowly getting colder.

The imperial physician's hand that filled the medicine was depressed, and he looked at Imperial Physician Lu who was looking at him, and shook his head gently.

There was no reaction to such a strong gold needle prick...... The little prince is already lifeless.

Doctor Lu's hands trembled a little, but he still stood up with the feeling of a strong man breaking his wrist.

"Doctor, what's going on?" Zhang Yanda opened her eyes and looked at the imperial doctor who came over, and her voice was full of expectation.

Zhu Youzhu held Zhang Yan's hand hard, and looked at the imperial doctor's eyes, which were also full of anticipation.

With such an expectant gaze on the emperor and queen, Imperial Physician Lu suddenly felt a lot of pressure on his body, but he still spoke hard.

"Your Majesty, please mourn." Imperial Physician Lu spoke softly, "The little prince has ...... Already ......"

"Nope! No, it won't! Zhang Yan rudely interrupted Imperial Doctor Lu's words.

She suddenly opened Zhu Youzhang's support, threw herself to the side of the bed, and held Zhu Houwei's hand hard.

"Wei'er, Wei'er......" Zhang Yan looked at Zhu Houwei with a pale face, "Wei'er, I'm the queen mother, open your eyes and take a look." ”

"I am the queen mother, I am the queen mother!"

Zhang Yan repeated it over and over again, and gradually, her voice slowly became hoarse and not like a human voice.

However, no matter how she shouted, no matter how she held Zhu Houwei's hand, Zhu Houwei on the bed did not react at all.

He lay there as if he were asleep.

"Wei'er...... Wei'er ......" shouted in a hoarse voice for a long time, Zhang Yan trembled her hands, and gently held Zhu Houwei's hand, but as if she had been pricked by a needle, she suddenly took it back.

Zhu Houwei's hands have begun to become cold, and there is no residual temperature on his small hands.

Zhang Yan's body began to tremble very much, she stretched out her hand, held Zhu Houwei's hand hard, and rubbed Zhu Houwei's hand with both hands, as if she wanted to transfer the temperature of her hand to Zhu Houwei's body.

"Wei'er, wake up and look at the queen mother." Zhang Yan couldn't cry, "The queen mother begs you, please." ”

"Ayan!" Zhu Youzhu walked over and hugged Zhang Yan's shoulders hard.

Everyone in the room was sent out by Zhu Youjiao, and now in the room, there are only two people, the emperor and his wife.

"Youzhu ......" Zhang Yan grabbed Zhu Youzhu with her backhand, as if a drowning person grabbed a driftwood, "You come here, come here." ”

Zhu Youzhang's eyes were red, and he reached out to hold Zhu Houwei's hand.

The tentacles were cold, and Zhu Houwei's small body was completely cold.

Zhu Youzhu closed his eyes, tried his best to restrain the pungent pain that surged into his heart, held Zhang Yan's hand, and little by little, broke her hand away from Zhu Houwei's hand.

"Youjiao......" Zhang Yan looked at Zhu Youzhu for help.

"Ayan, Wei'er...... He has already ......" Zhu Youzhu held Zhang Yan's hand, and his voice was choked.

It's been a long time, and Zhu Youzhu can't say the word "leave".

Looking at Zhu Houwei, who was lying on the bed and had no life at all, Zhu Youzhu felt that his throat was full of blood.

However, Zhang Yan and Zhu Youzhu have been married for so many years, and there are some things that Zhu Youzhu can't say, can't Zhang Yan see it?

The original remnants of self-deception and hope did not exist at all after seeing Zhu Youjiao's expression.

Zhang Yan's eyes went dark and she fainted.

In February of the ninth year of Hongzhi, Zhu Houwei, the second son of Emperor Hongzhi.

Zhang Yan was grief-stricken, and after waking up a few times in Kunning Palace, she looked at the things Zhu Houwei left behind before her death, and she fainted from crying again.

Lan Zhi and Ling Yin wanted to take Zhu Houwei's things away, but as soon as Zhang Yan woke up and saw that Zhu Houwei's things were missing, her emotions would collapse again.

Lan Zhi and Lingyin had no way, and no one dared to touch Zhu Houwei's things anymore, but looking at Zhang Yan's grief, no one had a way.

Zhu Youzhu was also very sad, but he had more important things to do.

That was Zhu Houwei's funeral.

The interests of Zhu Houwei's funeral sacrifice were all carried out in accordance with the funeral specifications of the adult prince in the second year of Chenghua.

The prince of the Ming Dynasty was killed, and he was never posthumously sealed, and Zhu Houwei was the only exception in the Ming Dynasty.

No one in the Manchu Dynasty dared to say a word, and occasionally there were a few people who were not long-sighted and had a little tendency to oppose it, and after being cleaned up by Zhu Youjiao, they also became honest.

Zhang Yan didn't know these things that Zhu Youzhu did, she was immersed in her grief, and since Zhu Houwei died, she never walked out of Kunning Palace.

"His Royal Highness the Prince." Ling Yin stood at the door of Kunning Palace, and after seeing Zhu Houzhao come in, he saluted slightly.

"The queen mother...... Is that still the case? Zhu Hou looked at the door of the dormitory of Kunning Palace, and his eyes were also red.

"Yes!" Speaking of the queen, Ling Yin's eyes also turned red, "His Royal Highness the Prince, you better go in and have a look, the queen mother, she will recognize you now." ”

"Hmm!" Zhu Houzhao's eyes were also red.

He stood in the doorway of the dormitory, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

Zhang Yan sat on the bed with her knees crossed, looking at the things on the bed in a daze.

The things on the bed are all toys and clothes for Zhu Houwei before his death, Zhang Yan looked at the things on the bed with a stupid eye, as if she still saw her son by her side.

Since Zhu Houwei's death, Zhang Yan has been like this.

"Queen Mother......" Zhu Houzhao held back his sadness, slowly climbed onto the bed, and gently hugged Zhang Yan's shoulder.

"You haven't eaten for a day, can your son serve you something to eat?" Zhu Houzhao put his arm around Zhang Yan's shoulders and whispered.

(To be continued.) )