The Biography of Concubine Wen Xi in Qing Palace

Chapter 196 The Phoenix Falls ([-])

The emperor was shocked when he heard this, he staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

His lips parted slightly, but he seemed to be frozen, unable to utter a word for a while.

Concubine Yi knew that the blood collapse was no small matter, so she calmed down and hurriedly asked, "Hurry up and think of a way to stop the empress's bleeding. If there is something wrong with the empress, I will definitely kill you!"

Fu Zhuo, the judge of the Imperial Hospital, kowtowed several times and said in a panic, "The empress's uterine bleeding is unabated. I have already used the blood coagulation decoction in time, but the empress's redness symptoms are too violent, and the decoction is like a mud cow into the sea. , to no avail."

The emperor fixed his eyes on Fu Zhuo, raised his foot and kicked him suddenly on the shoulder, frightened everyone in the hall to kneel in anger.

The voice he forced out of his throat trembled slightly, and he said almost word by word: "The empress is the mother of the Qing Dynasty and my first wife. How can it be useless? It must be that you mediocre talents are useless!"

As he spoke, he kicked Fu Zhuo viciously again. Fu Zhuo was originally an elderly imperial physician, and the emperor was in his prime, and because of his anger, it didn't matter what he did. With this kick, Fu Zhuo retreated several times. He prostrated himself on the ground, groaning weakly due to the pain in his stomach.

The emperor glared at everyone with his halberd finger: "Get out of here! I want the queen to be safe, and I don't allow the queen to have anything to do! Do you hear me clearly!?"

After his words fell, there seemed to be an echo echoing in Kunning Palace.

All the imperial physicians and nuns kneeling in front of them lowered their heads and trembled, not daring to say a word, even panting with extreme caution, for fear of causing the emperor's displeasure by any mistake, they took their own heads in a fit of anger.

The emperor's hands trembled violently. Seeing the appearance of the crowd, he became even more angry. His heart seemed to be pressed tightly by a cold boulder, trying to make him breathless.

But at this time, Qingyue's faint cry came from the side hall. The emperor heard the movement, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he tried his best to restrain his emotions and did not cry in front of the palace people.

He turned his grief into anger, and punched and kicked the kneeling crowd again.

Concubine Yi and Rong Yue were terribly frightened by the emperor's abnormal behavior, and Wan Lai looked at her with distress.

It was clear that she and the queen were so incompatible, but now that she suddenly heard about this, she felt a lot of loss and sentimentality inexplicably.

"Your majesty." She said with seven points of sobs and three points of solemnity: "Hurry up and see the empress."

The emperor was slightly taken aback, as if he had been hit hard, he bent his body and walked slowly towards the bedroom.

Concubine Yi, Wan Lai and Rong Yue stood up and followed the emperor's footsteps. When they passed by a group of kneeling nuns and imperial physicians, Concubine Yi asked with trembling lips: "Is it really powerless?"

Everyone was silent, Concubine Yi immediately understood that the Queen's life might not make it through today.

Although it was daytime, bright lights were burning in the sleeping hall.

When Wanyu first entered the palace, she once entered the Queen's bedroom.Come back now, the decoration in the sleeping hall is much more magnificent, but such a land full of gold and emerald greens, but now there is a very strong smell of blood.

Accompanied by Qingyue's mournful and helpless cries, that smell was chilling.

The queen was lying in the bright yellow moon shadow gauze, looking through the gauze, her figure huddled in the thick quilt was very much like a petite elk curled up on the lawn after being shot by arrows in the paddock.

Her complexion is as white as rice paper, and her chest rises and falls lightly with her faint breathing, as if every time she takes a breath of turbid air, she exhausts a little bit of her blooming life like a yellow peony.

This kind of queen is very different from the previous appearance of being aloof and trying to calculate others.

It was a kind of despair and fragility that Wan Yu had never seen before, as if she knew that her time was approaching, and she was lying quietly on the luxurious couch but there was nothing she could do.

Perhaps the most helpless time in a person's life is waiting for death with his eyes open like her.

The emperor lifted the gauze curtain, and Concubine Yi gave a hand, and hung the gauze curtain on the silver hook beside the couch.Qingyue cried so hard that she lost all strength, her body swayed and wanted to get up and salute, but she staggered and sat back on the couch again: "My servants to the emperor, all the ladies, please be well. Your Majesty, the empress is her."

Her voice was shrill and hoarse, like the whistle of the cold wind blowing into the long street in winter. Concubine Yi winked at her and cut off her words, lest the empress would feel sad when she heard it.

The emperor tried his best to restrain himself, and forced a warm smile.He sat beside the queen, held his hand tightly, and said in a low voice: "Shuyu, you gave birth to a little elder brother for me, and we have our first son again!"

The queen's hand in the emperor's palm fell weakly, she swallowed deeply, and said with a pale smile: "Your Majesty, where is the child? This concubine wants to see him."

The emperor nodded, and hurriedly ordered people to carry Baocheng into the bedroom.

Strange to say, the child had been crying all the time, but when he entered the dormitory and saw the queen, he suddenly stopped crying and quieted down.

The emperor helped the emaciated empress to stand up, let her half lean on his body, then pointed to Baocheng in the nurse's arms and said with a smile: "Shuyu, look, Baocheng's facial features are very similar to yours."

The queen raised her head with difficulty, and touched Baocheng's cheek: "The concubine looks more like the emperor. Don't be like a concubine, the concubine is not blessed." Her words were hurtful, which made the always sentimental Rong Yue fall. shed tears.

"How can the empress be blessed? After you take care of yourself, you still have to watch your little elder brother grow up and get married and start a family."

The queen ignored Rong Yue, and said to herself: "Just now I heard the emperor call the child to be Baocheng?"

The emperor endured great pain and nodded, "Yes, I gave him a baby name, do you like it?"

The queen's fingers brushed across Baocheng's immature and smooth cheeks, stroking almost every inch of skin: "The name chosen by the emperor is naturally good. It's just Baocheng's correct name, can I allow my concubine to draw up one for him?"

"Go ahead."

"The concubine said something unlucky. The emperor has many heirs, but now only Yinyi is the one who survives. The concubine likes the word Yin, which means that the descendants will continue. Now that the success is guaranteed, the concubine wants to die. How about calling it Yinreng with the word "Reng"? This word "Reng" has its own infinite blessings in it. There are no blessings for ministers and concubines. I only hope that the children will be able to live without worry every year, unlike Cheng Hu "The queen said, coughing violently several times, her whole body seemed to be exhausted, and sweat could not stop falling from her forehead.

"I depend on you, I depend on you." The emperor helped the queen to lie down again, but did not tuck the queen into the quilt.

But when he touched the couch with his hand, he felt a burst of warmth, and when he stopped to look, he saw blood stains on it, even the snow-white quilt was completely soaked in blood.

This scene was clearly seen by everyone present except the queen.

The emperor didn't take it seriously, smeared the blood on the quilt, pretended nothing happened and continued to tuck the corner of the quilt for the queen, but the tears in the corners of his eyes could no longer be stopped and fell silently.

(End of this chapter)