Xiangxiang had a high fever that did not go away, several times he wanted to wake up, and several times he fell into a coma, I don't know how long it was, and I didn't know where he was. When she finally woke up with some consciousness, she heard someone talking, and began to think that she was dreaming, and when she really felt that someone was pulling her body, she realized that it was not a dream, but she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.

Jingshu was pleading, and the familiar hand held her hand tightly, but someone struggled to break them away, Xiangxiang heard what seemed to be Sun Zhaoyi's voice, and said sharply: "What are you doing with this scourge, the emperor likes the new and hates the old the most, if this cheap maid really enters the emperor's eyes, there will be nothing to do with you." What's more, she was so sick that she was dying, and it was useless to stay here. ”

Jing Shu was crying, as if everything that should be said had been said, Xiangxiang felt that she was wrapped up and carried high, Jing Shu's last pleading, followed by a slap, Sun Zhaoyi said: "This time Concubine Li fell for us, she will be careful." She has become more difficult to deal with, and the prince has not really touched you, Song Jingshu, if we want to hold the prince hostage, you have to think of ways to let him really touch you. ”

The voice became smaller and smaller, Xiangxiang was moved in pain, the cold wind outside drilled into her neck, she tried to open her eyes, and vaguely saw Jingshu's figure in front of the door, she seemed to be chasing herself, but was dragged back. When Xiangxiang was sober at that moment, she thought of Sun Zhaoyi's words, could it be that Jingshu didn't have anything to do with the prince, no wonder, no wonder she was so happy in those days.

But Xiangxiang didn't have the strength to think more, and she didn't even understand what was happening, she was sick and weak, she was abandoned, and was thrown into the mass grave behind the palace by Sun Zhaoyi, like a dead person, piled up in the most eerie and terrifying place, waiting for the final treatment, and at that point, she was really dead.

And everyone thought that Xiangxiang would definitely die if he went. For the palace, for Sun Zhaoyi and Concubine Li, who don't know, it's just that Furong Ju has died of a palace maid, just like when Yuping died at the beginning, you can make a big fuss, or you can act as if nothing happened, and Xiangxiang is "sick and dead", and it is not worth being held accountable.

But Xiangxiang didn't die in the stinking and terrifying place, when she opened her eyes again, she saw the gentle Concubine Xian sitting next to the bed, she just moved her head slightly, Concubine Xian noticed it, carefully groped up, touched Xiangxiang's forehead, and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Are you awake?" Finally the fever has subsided, Xiangxiang, your life is really big. ”

"Mother?" Xiangxiang's throat was dry and hoarse, and after saying these two words, he could no longer speak, his throat was torn and painful, and the corners of his mouth were full of burning bubbles.

"Do you want to drink water?" Concubine Xian's gentleness was very reassuring, and she slowly turned around to touch the teacup, but someone had already come in front of the door.

Qi Hui, who had been guarding for two days and two nights, heard the movement and came in, and when he saw his mother looking for tea, he stepped forward and said, "Mother, I'll come." ”

Xiangxiang tilted her head, seeing their mother and son, she once again wondered if she was dreaming, waiting for Qi Hui to pick her up, slowly pouring warm water into her mouth, and when she breathed a sigh of relief, she heard Qi Hui say: "It's okay, you take care of your illness here, and we'll talk about it when you're sick." ”

"I ......" Xiangxiang couldn't speak, Qi Hui's mind was too warm and steady, she closed her eyes heavily, even if it was a dream, let her be greedy again.