"Doctor! Doctor! Zhao Yichen hugged Song Zhi horizontally and ran around from before entering the palace.

The embers of ambergris are not completely ashed, the incense in the furnace has been burned, the incense is not embered, and the smoke is endless.

As soon as the imperial doctor took a needle, Song Zhi's chest rose and fell violently, coughing up a pool of black blood foam. After turning around, he used a feather to test Song Zhi's snort, and seeing that it was smooth and even, he put away the medical compartment and returned to Zhao Yichen.

"Back to Your Majesty, Niangniang is because of her depression, coupled with many injuries, and she has been confronted with the drug for a while, so she has not been able to wake up."

"When will I wake up?" Zhao Yichen sat in the hall, his eyes always staring at the person behind the screen.

He remembered the touch in his hand, the light weight, what had he done to this person before?

There were scars of different shades on her arms and back, some of which were about to be seen, and some of which were new.

Moss into the mirror, reminiscing about the past.

Li Si, it seems, died in his arms.

The weight was also light and fluttering, as if it was about to fall apart after a bump.

He didn't want anything to happen to Song Zhi anymore!

Zhao Yichen's hand tightly grasped the armrest of the seat, and his brows were furrowed.

"When the mother wakes up, it depends on when her body stops resisting the drug, which can be as short as two or three days, as long as half a month or a year." The imperial doctor should retire after resuming his life, but the heart of the doctor's parents, and since Song Zhi entered the palace, he has been taking care of him, although there is a possibility that he will touch the reverse scales, but he still has to say, "Your Majesty, the old minister thinks that Niangniang should not drink the shunzi soup anymore, and her body can no longer withstand the coldness of the shunzi soup." ”

"I see." Zhao Yichen's tone was incompetently soft, but the people around him didn't even dare to come out.

The Heavenly Sanctuary fell into an unprecedented silence.

Even though the stars are shifting and the incense is burned out, the glimmer in the furnace still stays in the appearance before it is burned, and the last trace of thought is burned out in an unknown place.

Zhao Yichen sat on the edge of the bed, he held Song Zhi's hand, and looked up at the moonlight outside the window.

He lifted Song Zhi's soft fingers and rubbed them back and forth between his eyebrows.

The mother concubine, Li Si, all died in front of his eyes, when he was the most incapable, and now that he is in charge of the power of one side, he still can't protect Song Zhi.

"Isn't it, it's time to let her go."

Pavilions and pavilions, the moon and stars are scarce.

Zhao Yichen pushed open the door that had been sealed for a long time, and the portrait was still hanging inside.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you, and I miss you so much."

The dusty heart was also suddenly illuminated by a beam of sunlight, and the dust was clearly visible.

"Qingyue... Qingyue. Song Zhi woke up in a daze in a dream, as if she had had a long dream, there was no end to the dream, only she ran endlessly in the darkness alone.

She didn't know how long she had been asleep, so long that she had to forget that she was demoted to an official woman, and Qingyue didn't know which palace she was assigned to.

Song Zhi struggled to raise his heavy eyelids and saw a figure busy at the table.

His eyes gradually focused, only to realize that it was Qin Neishi, "Qin Neishi, how long have I been sleeping?" ”

"Hui Niangniang, you have slept for five days."

"Five days?" Song Zhi couldn't believe it, "Five days... Then my aunt..."

She suddenly remembered that before she fell into a coma, she saw her mother die in front of her again, and the person with the knife was still Zhao Yichen.

Song Zhi immediately flipped down from the side of the bed, his movements were too big and affected the wound, and he coughed a little.

"Your Majesty." Qin Neishou saluted outside, looked at Song Zhi again, shook his head and withdrew from the hall, and closed the door for the two of them.

"You don't want to die?" Zhao Yichen picked up Song Zhi from the ground, and his movements were very light, but Song Zhi was dissatisfied.

Song Zhi glanced to the side, unwilling to glance at Zhao Yichen.

Zhao Yichen turned Song Zhi to himself vigorously, "Drink the medicine!" ”

No matter how Zhao Yichen persuaded her, she just couldn't finish it, and those good tonics flowed down her jaw like that.

The two were at a stalemate for a while, and neither of them wanted to bow their heads first.

"What the hell do you want?" Zhao Yichen threw the medicine bowl on the ground, thinking that he had given her a big step, but she still didn't want to go down.

"Your Majesty is really a good question, you stabbed my aunt to death, let me watch her in front of me, but I can't do anything, now ask me what to do?" After Song Zhi woke up, he changed his dull personality in the past and output it to Zhao Yichen.

Suddenly, Zhao Yichen saw Li Si.

He saw Li Si pointing at his nose and scolding like this.

At that moment, he almost thought that Li Si was back.

After all, the deceased is gone, and it is no longer like her.

His eyes drooped slightly, "I have restored your status as a noble concubine, you still live in Yilan Palace, and I didn't send Qingyue anywhere, and I have always let her stay in Yilan Palace." ”

Song Zhi heard Zhao Yichen say this, and was about to get out of bed, but was stopped by Zhao Yichen.

"What else does Your Majesty want? Do you want me to face my mother's killer all day long? Song Zhi put Zhao Yichen's hand away, put on his shoes and socks indiscriminately, and prepared to walk out.

Before he reached the door, he heard Zhao Yichen's voice sounding faintly behind him, "Do you really believe that it is your aunt?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Song Zhi froze slightly.

"Why?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Yichen dragged Song Zhi's arm and walked out.

The two of them left the city in the middle of the night and came to a desolate grave mountain.

Zhao Yichen threw Song Zhi in front of a slope of grave, "You can take a look at it yourself." ”

Song Zhi used his hands to fight against the hard soil, and after picking in front of the mound for a while, there were blood stains on his delicate fingers.

A female corpse lies in the middle of a mound of earth, emaciated.

She carefully observed the female corpse, and her body shape and appearance were exactly the same as her mother's, and she couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Zhao Yichen realized that she hadn't seen it yet, and pointed to the face of the female corpse, "Look at her sideburns." ”

Following Zhao Yichen's fingers, Song Zhi saw traces similar to leather next to the sideburns of the female corpse.

The female corpse's body was already a little dehydrated, and there was a clear boundary between it and the skin.

She had the courage to reach out and tear open the mask of the woman's corpse, revealing a face she had never seen before underneath the leather.

"Don't you understand? They're taking advantage of you! Zhao Yichen's voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't slept well for many days.

Song Zhi held the mask, his body trembling.

She had only seen her mother at He Lanzhuo, and he was the only one who kept telling Song Zhi about her mother's recent situation.

It turned out that it was all a lie he had carefully concocted.

He has been deceived in the dark, and he is stupidly worried that he will be scolded by Helan Kangnian.

She sneered, and in this desolate dark night, she saw the man's true face.

Fortunately, her mother did not die in a foreign country, and fortunately, she did not suffer the humiliation of those Jinzhou people during her lifetime.