"I wonder what Mr. thinks?" Song Jinghyuk realized the seriousness of the problem, and he was really panicked. Thinking that Yale must have thought of a countermeasure, he hurriedly asked.

Yale said in a deep voice, "The key is still in the emperor, if you can go out, this matter can be discussed in the long run." If you drag it out here any longer, you'll have a lot of dreams in the future. ”

Song Jinghe knew about this crime, and his impression in the emperor's heart was greatly reduced. The emperor's actions are already sounding the alarm for him. If it drags on any longer, I don't know what it will become outside.

"When the Empress Yuan is still there, what are the emperors doing with you?" Yale's broken voice is like an erhu with broken strings.

"The gentleman asked this...... When my mother was still there, we used to practice calligraphy together, fly kites, and bow, and we haven't had it since my mother passed away. Song Jinghe's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, or when he was a child, his mother was like a child, and the emperor often accompanied them to fly kites.

Since his death after the Yuan Dynasty, there has been an unwritten rule in the harem, and no one flies a kite anymore, for fear that the emperor will become ill.

Yale chuckled, as long as it could arouse the emperor's attention, there was hope for the prince to go out. "I'll come back in a few days, you'd better not eat, and make yourself look as haggard as possible."

"......What do you mean, sir?" Before Song Jinghyuk understood what Yale meant, he was about to get up and leave.

"The guards are going to change shifts, and you must remember what I said." Yale put the hat back on and left the food box on the table.

Song Jinghyuk didn't have time to think before the door was closed again. There was a rustling sound outside the door, and he could only see a few silhouettes inside the door.

When I opened the food box, it was empty, there was no information and no food. It seems that he is determined to ask him to go on a diet. Song Jinghe sat on the stool, the court had undergone great changes, and now even if he was asked to eat, he would not be able to eat.

A few days passed quickly, and Yale found an excuse to enter the room where Song Kyung-hyuk was being held. He looked at the table, and when he first arrived at the meal, the table was full of food, meat and vegetarian combinations, everything.

But the meal was not untouched, even the rice was freshly served. Yale lifted the curtain of the bed, only to find Song Jinghe lying on the bed, his eyes closed, as if he hadn't seen the light for a long time, and he was still a little resistant for a while.

"Prince, you can get up." Yale put the curtain on the hook at the foot of the bed, and then handed out a hand to help the prince get out of bed.

Song Jinghyuk's eyelids loosened twice, he moved weakly, and struggled to put his hand into Yale's hand. "What time is it?" His lips were extremely dry, and blood oozed from between his lips as he moved.

Seeing this, Yale quickly helped him sit up from the bed, and he frowned almost inaudibly, just telling the prince not to eat too much, but he didn't expect him to be so sick.

Song Kyung-hyuk sat on a stool, and Yale poured him a cup of tea.

Song Jinghe, who hadn't drunk water for a long time, swallowed the tea into his stomach with difficulty, and he hadn't eaten a grain of rice or water these days. At first, I was forced to restrain myself, but then I really lost my appetite, and I felt uncomfortable even smelling it. In order not to waste his physical strength, he rarely got out of bed, and kept revisiting what had happened before in his mind.

I can't imagine if Yale hadn't come today, he would have survived.

"This is a kite, I heard that the queen of the Yuan likes begonia flowers, I will leave you for a while and beg the guards to go out to fly a kite, the line will be broken to a certain length, the wind is southeast, and the emperor can just see it when he goes to the Qiankun Palace." Yale finished the details, and put the thread and wheel into Song Kyung-hyuk's hands.

Looking at Song Jinghe like this, Yale actually couldn't bear it, but there was something to give, the worse Song Jinghe's current situation was, the emperor could move his compassion and return him to a free body.

Yale said no more, changed into a cloak and no longer lingered. The late autumn wind blew his hat, and a hideous face was exposed to the wind. At the beginning, the fortune teller said to his mother, "If you have a backbone in your head, you will be a general." ”

However, he accidentally injured his leg, and he could no longer retaliate. Fortunately, his mind was not hurt, and now he can "luckily" stay by Song Jinghe's side to help him inherit the unification as soon as possible. This is his unfinished Ling Yunzhi, and it is also the path he must take.

Song Kyung-hyuk, who was in the house, felt much better after a few sips of tea, knocked on the door and told the guards that he wanted to go out to fly a kite. The guards have never seen the prince's face with yellow muscles and thin muscles, his already fleshless face has been thinned out of the orbital bones, his face is as sallow as yesterday's wax oil, and his clothes are also bigger.

A guard was frightened and wanted to ask for a doctor, but was stopped by Song Jinghe. "This palace is just flying a kite in this courtyard, don't ask the imperial doctor." After he finished saying this sentence angrily, the first half of his body was about to fall out.

As soon as the two guards couldn't stop it, they agreed to the prince's request, and promised it, but one of them secretly ran to the road to the Tai Hospital, and it was a trivial matter to confine the prince, and it was a big deal for the prince to have an accident under them.

Today's wind is not strong, Song Jinghe threw the kite a few times and didn't fly, and the kite was so hard that it almost scratched his hand. He was so tired that he began to regret that he had eaten too little in order to pretend to be pitiful. The kite was dragged on the ground, and a large piece of kite was embroidered with a fire-like begonia flower.

The guards guarding the door were really sad when they saw Song Jinghe dragging it, and threw the red tassel gun in his hand to help, Song Jinghe pushed his hand away with all his strength, and finally the wind rose, and the kite flew.

"When the wind is light, send me into the sky." Song Jinghyuk kept chanting this poem, he had been silent in the East Palace for too long, and he couldn't fall even if he held on. The fiery red begonias bloomed in the sky like blood, gradually flying higher and higher, like a blood cloud mixed with white clouds.

The line was about to run out, and in the direction of the wind, it was broken, and Song Jinghe sat on the ground, watching the begonia flowers fly higher and higher. His consciousness became more and more blurred, his eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

"Prince! Prince! "It seems like a bunch of people are chattering his name.

Song Jinghe woke up leisurely, this does not seem to be the prince's mansion, looking at the surrounding furnishings, this is like the Qiankun Palace where the emperor usually rests.

"The prince is awake." A sister-in-law saw him open his eyes and hurriedly ran out to inform the others.

After a while, a man in a yellow robe walked in front, followed by a white-bearded prince. The two strands on the black gauze hat swayed as they walked. The emperor sat down on the edge of the bed, "Jing He." ”

"Back to the emperor, this time the prince is fine, but he hasn't eaten for many days, and he feels the cold, and he will get better when he comes back with medicine." The white-bearded prince said as he hunched his waist while looking at Song Kyung-hyuk who was lying on the bed.

The emperor was indifferent, but Deng Min waved his hand and sent the imperial doctor out. The emperor looked at Song Jinghe and stopped talking, this person is very similar to the young Empress Yuan, and there is not much difference in the expression of being sick and angry, and I still remember that Empress Yuan took his hand and told him to take good care of Jinghe, but it became like today.