Affectionate little lady

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"Thank you Majesty for coming to visit my concubine. You can go to *xiao*shuo*.com to read novels, but I have something to ask, please allow your Majesty to consider the past affection..."

He felt his lips were a bit dry, and it was difficult to speak: "Shui Lian, you said..."

"I want to leave the palace."

"!!!!!!" [

He subconsciously asked: "Why?? Shui Lian, do you blame me for neglecting you?"

She smiled, lightly.

"The concubine knows that she can't afford to be sick, and there is no hope of curing this disease. Therefore, I am afraid of dying in the palace, which will bring bad luck to the palace..."

"Shui Lian, what are you talking about?"

"The concubine is bedridden, and there is no blessing for your majesty to give birth to a dragon seed. It is impossible for your majesty to delay for a long time for the concubine. Therefore, after thinking about it, the concubine decided to go out of the palace for treatment. Your majesty should also start his own life. ..."

The emperor suddenly changed color.

He took a step back, the shock in his heart was indescribable.

I don't know how to speak, but I just feel a kind of sadness, a cold sadness all over my body.

The kind of huge tragedy that I don't understand.

It seemed that an invisible gap between himself and her was slowly opening.

His voice became very gentle: "Shui Lian, you don't need to go out of the palace. If Sai Huatuo can't do it, I will help you find another one. I have already issued the imperial list and searched for folk experts... Don't worry, your illness is still here. The palace can also be cured..."

At that time, he approached her, right in front of her, stretched out his hand, and took her hand.

She shrank slightly, and couldn't help but retreated into the corner of the bed, trying to shake off his hand.

However, he held it tightly and would not let her break free at all.

Her voice was so weak: "Your Majesty...I will infect you...you go out..."

At that time, the sun shone through the window, reflecting on her bleak face.

Just like the hand held in the palm, it is cold and has no temperature.He lowered his head to look at her, under the sun, he could clearly see her hands - the green fingers of the past had also withered.

But that's not the point, he saw her palm.

Spread it out, there is a big pink imprint inside, it has been a long time ago, like a scar, it has turned into a light red. [

The child who was locked in the small black room back then, wearing thin clothes - there was a girl who secretly sent big cakes every day.In order to avoid being discovered by others, she would steal freshly baked pancakes or pastries from the imperial dining room every time, and steal what she had, and deliver it quietly—hence, her palms were scalded.