She used to be a protector general who won many battles, and she survived so many battles back then, why is it now...... But there is a will to die?

How could a stubborn person like her admit defeat so easily?

Ning Chi almost stopped breathing.

The divine doctor surnamed You looked at him, was silent for a moment, and then put the pill in his hand on the table: "As long as you feed this pill to the queen mother, the queen mother will wake up in a while." ”

Doctor You Shen has seen a lot of things, and he can see at a glance how this disease came about.

Alas, what about this Ninety-Five, it's just a poor person who doesn't even know how to like it.

Doctor You Shen said, meaning something: "A person's heart is as big as a fist, if it is not good-looking, there will always be a time when the heart is exhausted, but it can't withstand such a toss." Besides, jade will still be overwhelmed, let alone people? ”

With that, he silently withdrew.

Ning Chi sat alone in his seat.

He always felt that she was such a proud and wanton woman, her spine was always straight, no matter what he did to her, she was as arrogant and upright as a pine, as if no matter how many tribulations and enemies were ahead, she could laugh and draw her sword and fight with her.

But Ning Chi forgot that she also had a heart, and her heart was only a little bit, how could she withstand him scratching it again and again?

Ning Chi staggered to her bedside.

The face of the person on the bed was pale, and there was no life to be seen.

Ning Chi took off the shell of the emperor, and cautiously leaned over and rubbed the tip of her nose with the tip of her nose.

Her breath tangled with his, faintly barely felt, but still alive.

Ning Chi wanted to grab her arm and hold her in his hands, and he would never let go of his hand in this life.

But her arms were thin and fragile, as if they would be broken by him at the slightest grab.

Ning Chi clutched the futon under her and refused to let go.

He won't let go, he won't let go of anything.

He finally got her, and when he lost her, he couldn't sleep day and night, and the feeling of being restless still remained in his heart, that feeling was too hard, how could he be willing to let go?

"Drink ......" the incomparable emperor said softly, with a hint of humble pleading: "Don't leave me." ”

Since he was a child, he didn't have many things, and what Ning Chi was most afraid of was losing.

But the man in the bed closed his eyes tightly and did not answer his words.

Ning Chi gently held her hand.

Her fingers were cold, and Ning Chi couldn't warm it no matter how warm she was.

He half-knelt beside her bed and covered it with his own hands for half the night, but her cold hands still carried a palpitating coldness, which pierced through her heart, all the way to Ning Chi's heart.

When it was dark outside, Ning Chi finally put her hand back into the quilt.

He lowered his eyes and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"Don't leave me......"

Ning Chi, who lost the dignity of an emperor, seemed to have returned to his childhood, everything he liked would be taken away, and in the end he had nothing left, only standing alone in the heavy snow, unable to see the way he came from, and unable to see the way ahead.

After he ascended to the throne, he finally had the world.

But why, he felt that he was still like the fifth prince, and he never got what he wanted?

Ning Chi said pious and careful, but this time, the person on the bed still did not respond to him.

Tears fell on the quilt, casting a small poignant shadow.