"What? You said Honghui ...... him"

The slave wiped his tears and said: "In the past two months, the eldest brother's body has been getting worse and worse day by day, Imperial Doctor Gao and several other imperial doctors have seen it, but there is no way, Ye and Fujin can only watch the eldest brother's body deteriorate day by day, three days ago, the eldest brother, the eldest brother has never woken up......

"It can't be!" Fusuni couldn't believe it: "Obviously, when we left Beijing, Honghui's health was still good, how could he ...... in less than two months"

When she left Beijing, she deliberately looked at Honghui's body, obviously she could last another four to five months, how could she die in two months?

"It's true, the doctors said that the erysipelas in the eldest brother's body has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, but he barely hangs on with various tonics, and the vitality disappears faster and later, so it will ...... in less than two months."

"That's not right! Holy Blood Rice! The effect of holy blood rice to replenish qi and blood is so good, how can it make Honghui's body collapse so quickly? ”

The minion's eyes flickered a little, and Brother Jiu grabbed him by the collar and glared at him angrily: "Say, did Honghui eat the Holy Blood Rice Porridge on time?" ”

The minion's body trembled, and said, "Fu Jin, Fu Jin said that the holy blood rice is useless, and then he didn't let the eldest brother eat ......."

Brother Jiu let go of him and slapped his chest hard: "The woman's opinion, the woman's opinion!" ”

The fourth sister-in-law was dissatisfied with Fu'er, and even the holy blood rice sent by Fu'er was not eaten by Honghui, who was actually killed by his own child......

Hongyan was a little frightened: "Amma, what are you talking about?" What happened to Brother Honghui? ”

Fusuni hugged her son's small body, and the tears in her eyes couldn't help falling anymore: "Your brother Honghui, he was picked up by the gods in the sky." ”

Hongyan said ignorantly: "Then when will Brother Honghui come back?" I picked out a few good-looking wooden whirls for him to come back and play with. ”

Li Jiashi thought of his son who died early, and also shed tears: "Your brother Honghui will not come back for a long, long time, you can give Mu Xuan'er to Ama and ask him to send someone to your brother Honghui." ”

Hongyan hugged a few Mu Xuan'er tightly, shook his head and said, "No, I'll wait for Brother Honghui to come back and play with him." ”

Fusuni stroked his little head and said, "You give it to Brother Honghui, let Ama send it to you first, those of yours, wait for Brother Honghui to come back and play with you, okay?" Brother Honghui will definitely be happy to receive your gift. ”

"Okay then."

Hongyan reluctantly found a few of his favorites from a pile of Mu Xuan'er and handed them to Amma, and said, "Amma, you have to send someone to send it to Brother Honghui quickly, maybe he thinks Mu Xuan'er is fun, so he will come back early." ”

Brother Jiu took Mu Xuan'er, and his voice trembled slightly: "Okay, Ama will send someone to Honghui immediately." ”

The only thing that Brother Jiu could do was to send someone to Honghui, Kangxi would not end his southern tour early because of the death of a grandson. Although it only took three days to arrive in the capital, it took more than ten days to inspect and stay along the way, and it took more than ten days to return to the capital.

The Cao family still has relatives and friends in the capital, and on the first day of entering Beijing, Cao Ying went to see Fusuni with a gift, saying: "Thank you Jiufujin for your care along the way." ”

Fusuni didn't have the heart to talk to her at this time, and only said, "As long as you don't complain about me in the future." ”

Cao Ying's expression was firm: "The slave has made up his mind, and he will never complain about Jiufujin." ”

Fusuni looked sad and said lightly: "Okay, I accept your wishes, kneel down." ”

The next day into Beijing, after Kangxi dismissed everyone, several princes and Fujin went to Sibeile Mansion together, and on the carriage, Fu Suni leaned on the chest of Brother Jiu and muttered: "Master, you say, if the concubine doesn't go to Jiangnan, won't Honghui die?" ”

If she was in the capital, when she knew that Honghui was seriously ill, she would definitely be able to use the spiritual spring and the "sacrificial dance" to hang his life.

Brother Jiu hugged her arm tightly and said, "This is Honghui's life, don't blame yourself anymore." Even if you're in the capital, what can you do? The fourth sister-in-law can hate you so much that she doesn't even give Honghui holy blood rice to eat, even if you are in the capital, is she still willing to let you see Honghui alone? ”

"After stopping the Holy Blood Rice, Honghui's body quickly collapsed, and she couldn't guess the reason? No, she knows very well, but she still would rather watch Honghui's death accelerate than use the holy blood rice you gave to Honghui to hang his life. ”

"She's already fazed. Maybe she thought, Honghui is dead left and right, what does it matter if it is two months earlier and two months late? How did she know that as long as Honghui lasted another two months, you would be able to save his life? ”

Brother Jiu smiled bitterly: "If it weren't for the fourth brother who said those words at the beginning, which caused the fourth sister-in-law to miscarry, the fourth sister-in-law would not blame you, and she would not have cut off Honghui's holy blood rice, Honghui would have survived, and the child in her womb would have been born." In this way, the two children of the fourth sister-in-law died because of the fourth brother...... Fourth brother now, I'm afraid it's uncomfortable. ”

Fusuni gritted her teeth and said, "The fourth sister-in-law is not worthy of being a mother at all!" ”

Mothers who really think about their children, even if it is something that the enemy gives away, as long as it is beneficial to the child, must also be used by the child. It's like her, for the sake of her own personal grudges, she would rather watch her child die.

Honghui has a mother like her, which is his misfortune.

When I arrived at Sibeile House, the porter was deserted, but all the colors stained with red and green were picked up, but there was no white hanging - the child died young, and it was not a serious funeral.

The porter welcomed several princes and Fujin into the door, and the fourth elder brother came out with a sad expression: "Please ...... the prince."

"Okay, fourth brother, no need to be polite."

The prince held the fourth elder brother's hand, looked at his much haggard face, and said softly: "Honghui's body, we have been mentally prepared for a long time, and you don't have to be too sad." Honghui is not in good health, forcing him to stay in the world, it is also a sin, now that he is gone, you ask a few monks to do things for him, so that he can have a good birth in the next life, his body is healthy, rich and glorious, and he has fulfilled your responsibility as an Amma.

There are few men in the Qing Dynasty who have not tasted the pain of losing their children, and they are helpless, the medical conditions are too backward, even a small cold and flu may also cause death.

The crown prince died of a son and two daughters, and he can be regarded as "experienced" in this kind of thing.

Of course, no one wants such an experience.

The fourth elder brother looked very decadent and sad: "Thank you to the prince, side Fujin, ninth brother, ninth brother and sister, thirteenth brother, thirteenth brother and sister, Honghui has been sent away two days ago." ”

When the child died, he couldn't stop for too long, so he chose the nearest auspicious day and was buried.