The prince is sick: the doctor waits for the prince

Chapter 287 Do It Yourself
"Mrs. Jiang hopes that you will take care of yourself and receive punishment for your crime. Jiang Ruchen, come with us!"

After hearing this, Ru Chen coughed suddenly.

It turned out that her mother had played a big part in her way of taking the blame, and that's right, after all, she came from the line of the royal family, so no matter what, she said the last sentence, didn't she?
There was still a hint of fishy sweetness in her throat, accompanied by her husky soft opening: "Can I play another song?"

She found a comfortable position, sat down unhurriedly, plucked the strings lightly on the not-so-short city wall, and was thrillingly beautiful in a red dress.

Behind him is the eunuch who is about to take her to the execution ground, and under the city wall are some people watching the excitement.

Ru Chen laughed, but couldn't cover her coughing.

In her short life, she spent a long time waiting, waiting for the scene, waiting for the banquet, waiting for someone to take her away.But until the end, she still had to walk alone.

Now she really wants to hear that young man's clear voice, and seriously say "Ru Chen, I like you" again.

But the boy doesn't know where he is being held now, and he doesn't even know what's going on with him now.

"Ru Chen, I like you."

She stood up and smiled to herself.

She slowly drew out a soft sword with a pattern of fire phoenix on it, and the tassels were fluttering in the wind. She tried her best to make her voice sound calm: "I, Jiang Ruchen, am worthy of my parents, worthy of heaven and earth, and I dare not trouble others to do it." .”

With a figure like flowing fire, she couldn't tell whether it was blood or red clothes under the city wall—she first cut off her meridians with a soft sword, and then jumped down the city wall resolutely.

She closed her eyes and looked at the pale sky, there seemed to be thousands of images overlapping.She was lying alone on the cold ground, but she felt the warm embrace of that day, the fireflies like golden lamps scattered the light at her fingertips.

She felt someone beside her ear, and said softly, "Ru Chen, don't sleep."

But no, she is too tired, she needs to have a good sleep.

Shi Yan was alone in the cold hall, the sunlight outside the window fell through the cracks, his hair was messed up and he couldn't even see what he looked like.

The mahogany door was pushed open, and a large swath of sunlight fell, Shi Yan felt that he couldn't open his eyes. Standing at the entrance of the hall was a woman in a palace gown, presumably it was a concubine from somewhere.

"Where is Ru Chen?" He raised his head and asked.

The woman stood at the entrance of the hall, looked at him quietly and said: "You can probably collect her bones now."

"I don't believe it..." Shi Yan raised his head suddenly, pushed the woman away and rushed out, "Ru Chen... Jiang Ruchen..."

Under the city wall, there was a shocking pool of blood on the broken ground, but nothing was left behind.

Ru Chen didn't live long in the first place, but the soul-fixing needle turned her bones into a puddle of blood and dissipated her body, and he never even saw her last side.

Shi Yan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart and mouth. It was not only the grief of leaving the beloved woman, but also the memory that was sealed away a long time ago was awakened bit by bit.

He thought of Ru Chen, before she met Jing Shang when she was very young.

Dragging a heavy red dress by herself, pretending to be mature and steady, to cover up the panic and tension in her eyes, she played a tune for the third prince.

At that time, he was not Shi Yan, or even a little secret guard trained by Feng Atai. He was Jing Yan, the third prince of the imperial capital.

During the coming-of-age ceremony, he kept paying attention to the girl.He also went to see her who was injured, but at that time he was too inferior to reach out to her.He only dared to watch from a distance that the girl he liked was pulled out by the prince, and then gradually faded out of sight.

Later, the prince retired, and he fought with the prince. The concubine mother understood his intentions, so she forced him to drink the soup that sealed his memory, and sent him to Feng'atai as a small hidden guard.

However, all the causal relationships have already come to fruition, and he is still hopelessly in love with Ru Chen, the spoiled and domineering girl who loves to wear red clothes.

"I like you, Ru Chen." He said softly to the firefly on his fingertips.

But no one answered him again, no flower petals flying all over the sky, no moonlight reflected on her face.

"Drinking it might make you feel better."

That woman was also his mother and concubine, who came forward and handed him a bowl of soup and medicine, just like before.

He picked it up and drank it in one gulp. The people behind him sighed and left slowly, but spit out all the soup in the next moment.

He thought, if he forgets Ruchen, he will have nothing.

He no longer exists for Ruchen, so he must never forget, even in this lonely and deep palace, there is no longer that beautiful red shadow.

Even after all these years, the obsessions he held in his arms have finally become a midnight dream.

(End of this chapter)