Smallpox is very contagious, and it is already very dangerous for the emperor and queen to stay in Changchun Palace at the moment, but the queen has to go further to accompany the children, presumably those imperial doctors and palace maids will be forced to die and not let them in, but in the face of his wife's pleading, Hongli was shaken.

Shaken to shake, Hongli also clearly understands that if Yongcong is not guaranteed, what will happen to An Yi, he can't bear such severe pain. When Yonglian died, he used all his heart to protect his wife, and this time...... The emperor shook his head vigorously, Yongcong is the emperor's destiny, there will never be anything, the child will survive like Kangxi, and the burden of the world has long been on his shoulders.

Seeing that the emperor didn't speak, the queen put down her paintbrush and bypassed the table, kneeling straight down towards him: "I won't cry with you, and I won't go to pull and pull with the palace maids and eunuchs, if you let me in, I will go in, and if you don't promise me, I won't break in." But Hongli, please promise me, please promise me. ”

Hongli's heart was about to break, and her hands trembled to help the queen up, and her voice that suppressed thousands of pains and tears made Hongli's back chill.

"Hongli, let me in, I promise you that I will be fine, that's my child......" The queen clutched the emperor's sleeve tightly, not a single tear fell from her eyes, her son was not dead, she couldn't cry.

"I'll go in with you." The Emperor finally spoke.

"You can't, you still have the ...... of the imperial court" The queen still knew the severity, but before she could finish speaking, she was stopped by Hongli stretching out her hand, "You and I will be fine, Yongcong will be fine, I will accompany my son with you." ”

When the emperor said that he wanted to enter the house of the seventh elder brother, he was so shocked that a group of imperial doctors and palace maids knelt in front of the door to block it, but the two of them insisted on going their own way, Hongli stood in the way, and no one dared to pull and block it, and the queen finally entered the door and saw the child lying on the bed and dying. Yongcong is still so young, he was still alive yesterday, and he was still crying out to his mother yesterday, and today he is tormented by such a terrible illness.

His little face burned red, the rash on his body had begun to suppurate, his breathing was so rapid and short, as if he couldn't breathe at all, in the words of the imperial doctor, this smallpox was too dangerous, the red rash turned into a pimple and then into a herpes and finally suppurated, it would take at least four or five days, but the seventh elder brother......

When the queen finally saw her son, he was still covered in red rashes, and it became like this every other night, only to get to the bedside The queen knelt down with weak legs, Hongli's heart was like a knife, and she stepped forward to support his wife, she leaned weakly on her chest, just like the golden coffin of Yonglian was carried out of Changchun Palace.

"An Yi, you have to hold on, Yongcong is only us." Hongli's voice was a little crying, but he held back.

The queen took a deep breath and swallowed hard, as if swallowing blood and tears, her lips had already been bitten red and swollen and broken, and after calming herself down a little, she was about to reach out to touch her son, Hongli raised his hand to stop it, but in this situation, he couldn't care about anything.

The queen lifted the quilt of the seventh elder brother, and the herpes on the back of the child's hand had festered, but she did not dislike it at all, and held the child's hand in the palm of her hand. But the seventh elder brother is completely unconscious, and he can't sense that his mother is by his side, and his young body is fighting against the disease, but he doesn't seem to have a chance of winning.

In Yanxi Palace, Fo'er has woken up, she is only slightly feverish at the moment, and the blisters all over her body scared herself, Hongyan ruthlessly tied her hands to prevent her from scratching, the little girl has never suffered like this, thinking that Eniang doesn't want her anymore, she has been crying and sticky tossing, and it is not easy to take care of.

But even if Fo'er makes trouble again, Hongyan also feels relieved, the child can cry and make trouble, which means that she is strong and alive, and Imperial Doctor He told her that if the seventh elder brother is smallpox, he should be unconscious at this moment.

"E-niang, it hurts, ......" Buddha used all the words she could say to express the pain, being tied hand and foot made her restless, nestled in Hongyan's arms and kept crying and refusing to eat, and finally after a long time, she was so tired that she fell asleep.

Only at this moment can there be a moment of peace, Hongyan let go of the child's hands and feet, and gently patted her to reassure her.

At present, the gates of the six palaces are closed, no one can go out and walk around, and the grain and rice in the small kitchens of each palace are enough to sustain a livelihood for a while, but there is no news, and Hongyan's heart hangs high. She hoped that the Seventh Elder Brother would only have chickenpox, and that the Seventh Elder Brother could cry in the queen's arms, but she couldn't get any news, but Imperial Doctor He told her mercilessly that according to the situation last night, the Seventh Elder Brother was more than lucky.

Hongyan looked down at the Buddha, saw the lapis lazuli bracelet on his wrist, slid to the palm of his hand and squeezed it tightly between his five fingers, and prayed in his heart that the concubine would have a spirit in the sky and bless the children to survive this catastrophe. Didn't the emperor say that the master fancied that the seventh elder brother was the emperor's destiny, then he would definitely survive.

Time passed inch by inch, and the next day was Chinese New Year's Eve, and the ministers heard that the emperor had been in Brother Qi's room for a long time, and had asked the emperor to take care of the dragon body in batches, but they were all blocked by the emperor outside the door of the inner palace, and he accompanied the empress without distraction, and as Brother Qi's aura became weaker and weaker, the spirit of the empress gradually disappeared. The emperor has not taken care of the government for a few days, and the world is in chaos, but his wife is now the only one he can rely on.

Chinese New Year's Eve in the Forbidden City, even if the emperor and the harem are stationed in the Old Summer Palace, there will be a decent festive atmosphere in the palace, and every time before, it was the death of Empress Xiaozhuang Wen, the death of Kangxi Ye, and every time it was the grief of the sky falling, so that the Chinese New Year's Eve in the Forbidden City became bleak and desolate, and this time, the empress's sky collapsed.

The young body could not withstand the various concurrent torments brought by smallpox, and as the herpes worsened rapidly, the night of Chinese New Year's Eve fell, and the song and dance should have been staggered, and Brother Qi swallowed his last breath.

The imperial doctor fell to the ground and cried bitterly, telling the emperor that the little brother fairy was going, and the Changchun Palace was full of sorrow, and the emperor stayed up and down for two days to be haggard, and the three days were as long as a lifetime, and it was so fast that it was fleeting, and the children who were still alive at the family banquet said that it was gone. Yongcong walked more resolutely than his brother, Yonglian lingered on the sickbed for a long time, and tried hard to live, but the child didn't look back, didn't even leave a whimper or cry, didn't take a last look at his father, and just left.

The cry filled his ears, the emperor felt like he was trapped in another world by the cry, the queen knelt on the footrest, and the person who had not washed and groomed for a few days and was more unsuitable for the eyes had also reached the limit, Hongli stepped forward to pull her arm, but heard the queen say: "I should have never given birth to him, and I should have never given birth to him." ”

"An Yi, I will take you ......" Hongli was already numb with pain, his son was lying there, he couldn't do anything, and there was still a trace of reason left, which was to take the queen away. But before he could speak, he was shocked to see his wife spurt out a mouthful of black blood, which scared the last wisp of his soul away.

"Someone, Doctor Xuan!" Hongli shouted, hugged the queen's soft body into his arms, and heard her cry, "I created the sin, I made the sin...... Why don't you take retribution on me, for I have created it......"

The queen kept vomiting blood, Hongli picked her up and left quickly, and the moment she went out, she looked back at the child who had lost her breath, and ordered the palace people: "Prepare for the aftermath of the seventh elder brother, and tomorrow morning the dynasty will still be, and call the princes and ministers to mourn." ”

The queen fell into a coma after vomiting blood, and the news of the death of the seventh elder brother also spread out of Changchun Palace, the queen mother was already sick because of impatience, and when she heard that the seventh elder brother went, she didn't catch it in one breath, and she was so frightened that Ningshou Palace was also in a hurry. The entire Forbidden City became restless, but fortunately, because most people were still afraid of the infection of the disease, no one dared to run around, and they were finally able to stabilize it.

Hongyan was so tired from taking care of the princess that she just dozed off a little, but she was woken up by Cherry and cried to tell her that the seventh elder brother was gone. Hongyan thought she was in a nightmare, and looked at the crying cherry in disbelief, until Fo'er was awakened and cried, she realized that it was true.

"There is a sound of cloud boards in front of you, and you ...... around," Cherry cried, "The Seventh Elder Brother is really gone." ”

Hongyanmu looked at her stunned, tears kept sliding down her cheeks, such a lovely child, a child who was expected by all the expectations, just left. In a few days, he was a child born on the Buddha's birthday, and he was a child who was seen by the monks as the emperor's destiny.

"Cherry, what to do? What should she do with the queen? Hongyan was heartbroken, and when she heard the Buddha crying in her arms, she calmed down a little, the Buddha has not yet recovered, and she can't relax for a moment, the concubine failed to bless the seventh elder brother, will she not even protect the Buddha.

"Please ask Imperial Physician He to come and see the Buddha again." Hongyan wiped away her tears and patiently coaxed the restless child, the little doll couldn't bear the hardships, and her heart was broken by the cry of her mother. And when Hongyan thought that the seventh elder brother could no longer call the queen Eniang, her tears couldn't stop falling, but the little princess saw her mother so sad, she gradually stopped crying.

In the Changchun Palace, the queen woke up from a coma, there was a strong smell of wormwood in the room, she seemed to have had a long, long nightmare, but the moment she woke up, the sharp pain in her heart made her understand that it was not a nightmare, her Yongcong was gone.

For many years, the pain of Yonglian's death has been haunting her heart, but the heart-rending at that moment was faded, but God really refused to let her go, so that she felt that pain again, more intensely.

She remembered what she said before she fell unconscious, she said that she would have never given birth to this child, yes, if she hadn't given birth to him, there would be no joy and no hope, and there would be no pain at this moment.

She didn't like the children born to Hongli and the other women at all, and didn't care about their life or death at all. If it weren't for Yongcong, she would have looked at the death of her little life very calmly tonight.

But now, it was her son who died, and God was punishing her for her ruthlessness, punishing her, a queen who didn't want to be a mother at all.

"Anyi." The husband's voice remembered that his haggard face appeared in front of him, and compared to the time when Yonglian died, Hongli was almost forty years old, and Hongli was more vicissitudes.