See in the eyes, hurt in the heart. Zhu Yijun silently cleaned the wound on his back for Bei Juese, and then carefully applied the ointment left by the imperial doctor to him, and then changed another basin of water to clean the stains on his body. During the whole process, Bei Juese did not move, and his face could not be seen in the face.

Zhu Yijun turned his face to himself with some worry, and asked with some guilt, "Does it hurt?" ”

"It doesn't hurt." There is no faded smile, no changed meekness.

"Xiaobei ......" Zhu Yijun hugged him into his arms with some fear, "What I want, it's not you like this!" ”

Zhu Yijun sat quietly on the bed with the very obedient and obedient Bei Juese. I don't know how long it took, but Zhang Cheng's voice from outside the door broke this tranquility.

"Your Majesty, the slave has something to report!" Zhang Cheng said loudly in a panic outside the door.

"What?"

Zhang Cheng outside the door was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "Back to the emperor, Princess Gongjing she, she is dead." ”

This sentence that was not loud made Bei Juese wake up from his unconscious state. He turned his head and asked loudly outside the door, "What did you say?" ”

Zhang Cheng raised his voice and repeated: "Princess Gong Jing, she is dead." ”

After receiving a definite answer, Bei Juese only felt as if a thunderbolt sounded overhead, and his head went blank for a moment. He stared at the closed door and muttered to himself in disbelief, "How can this be? How so? ”

In a daze, he suddenly pushed Zhu Yijun away hard, jumped out of bed, grabbed the clothes scattered on the ground, and put them on his body indiscriminately, rushing out like crazy. His movements were so fast that Zhu Yijun and Zhang Cheng didn't have time to stop him, and by the time the two reacted to stop him, he had already run away without a trace.

Running barefoot all the way to the small courtyard where Princess Gong Jing lived, Bei Juese stopped, and in a panic, he slowly walked in with the last glimmer of hope, stepping on one after another with bloodstained footprints.

There were more than three guards and palace people standing in the courtyard, and Luo Guiren was sitting on the steps in front of the house, hiding his face and sobbing in a panic.

Bei Juese's heart tightened suddenly, and he walked quickly to the house.

In the deserted inner room, Princess Gong Jing, whose face was white and her lips were purple, was lying on the bed.

Bei Juese walked over and knelt down in front of the bed, and called softly: "Jing'er? ”

The man on the bed didn't respond, and the little hope he had left sank in his heart.

"Jing'er, don't sleep." Bei Juese held up a smile and took Princess Gong Jing's cold hand, "I'll tell you good news, the emperor has promised not to let you get married." All the bad things have passed, and in the future, you can live back to the same peaceful days as before; In the future, you can embroider your flower wedding dress with all your heart; In the future, if I have the opportunity, I can take you outside the palace to play and take you to the mountains, so, Jing'er, don't sleep anymore! ”

Bei Juese shook her pale hand vigorously, hoping to wake her up from her slumber, but Princess Gong Jing, who was no longer alive, would not react to him, let alone hear his call.

A white porcelain vial fell out of Princess Gong Jing's hand, it was the medicine bottle she had been carrying with her, Bei Juese picked it up and opened the cap, and saw that it was full of pills.

The sound of gentle footsteps came from behind, and Bei Juese looked back and saw Luo Guiren with red eyes and tears on his face. Luo Guiren looked at Princess Gong Jing on the bed, choked up and said, "Sister Jing'er said that she wanted to calm down alone, so I left her alone in the house." Later, by the time I went in again, she was unconscious. If it weren't for my negligence, if I had stayed with her, she wouldn't have died of a sudden illness. It's all my fault, it's all my fault! ”

Bei Juese looked down at the medicine bottle in his hand and understood in an instant. This medicine bottle is full of pills that Princess Gong Jing usually never leaves and uses to save her life when she suddenly falls ill, but in the end, the medicine is still there, but the person is gone. He clenched the medicine bottle and laughed sadly, and said to himself: "Jing'er, she didn't die because of a sudden illness, but she didn't want to live anymore. Jing'er, I am bent on saving you, but you are bent on dying! I'm sorry, if I could have begged the emperor to take back his life earlier, if I had left the palace with my senior brother earlier, and if I had been smart not to be framed, I wouldn't have killed you. Jing'er, I'm sorry! ”

Stretched out a trembling hand and touched Princess Gong Jing's bloodless face, and her heart ached like a knife. Jing'er, if you die, you may be able to throw off all the shackles and fly freely, but how can those who are still alive continue to live with the heavy burden of your unjust death?

Looking at Princess Gong Jing's cold face, Bei's stunning hand fell on the black wind scattered on her face. It was the first time he felt hopeless and powerless, all of it, his insistence on his promises, his expectations, with the passing of the girl who would smile shyly at him, who would speak to him gently, who would be honest with him as if he were a friend, and who had a kind heart.

Luo Guiren, whose face was full of tears, said faintly on the side: "You can't let your sister go on the road like this, let's dress up for my sister and let her go on the road in style." With that, she went through the boxes and cabinets for a while, and turned out the blue dress that Princess Gong Jing was going to wear on her birthday.

Bei Juese knelt in front of the bed like this and didn't move, his eyes were red and he watched Luo Guiren change into her favorite dress for Princess Gong Jing, and watched Luo Guiren seriously groom her makeup, his heart was blocked very uncomfortable. He wanted to cry out to vent his pain, but the suppressed tears couldn't flow out no matter what.

"Why did the princess die for no reason?" Zhu Yijun's voice sounded from behind him.

Hearing this voice, Bei Juese's body trembled involuntarily, he didn't dare to look back, he didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to make a sound. He hurriedly lowered his head and clenched his fists, as if he didn't know that Zhu Yijun was coming.

Luo Guiren turned around and walked towards Zhu Yijun and knelt down, crying and repeating what he had just said to Bei Juese. After listening to her account, Zhu Yijun didn't say anything, and raised his feet and walked towards the north.

Feeling Zhu Yijun walking towards him, Bei Jue's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Zhu Yijun, who saw his performance in his eyes, stood behind him, and after hesitating for a while, his outstretched hand patted his trembling shoulder, and whispered: "I will deal with the aftermath of the imperial sister, you go back." ”