The Biography of Concubine Wen Xi in Qing Palace

Chapter 495

When the emperor rushed into the bedroom, Yun Han was already dying. The emperor reached out to touch her, and felt that the heat was so hot that his hands were hot, his little face was swollen purple and red, and his little mouth kept moaning.

She didn't even have the energy to cry, she could only hear a few heartbreaking hums coming out of her throat.

The emperor was sweating profusely. He stretched out his hand to hug Yun Han, but Fu Zhuo hurriedly stopped him: "Your Majesty, I can't hug you! Every time you touch the princess, she will feel even more uncomfortable!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the princess convulsing more and more violently. Her small body was in Lin'er couch, and her strength was so great that the whole Lin'er couch shook.

Seeing his daughter being tortured like this, the emperor was beyond distressed.With tears in his eyes, he tried his best to restrain his emotions, and asked the imperial physician who was kneeling everywhere in a trembling voice: "How can I make the princess feel better?"

Everyone didn't dare to raise their heads, and looked at Fu Zhuo slantingly. Fu Zhuo almost threw himself on the ground, and said in panic, "This is a terminal disease, and there is no cure. It's going to get worse!"

No one expected that Fu Zhuo would tell the emperor the truth like this, for a moment the imperial physicians looked at the emperor with fear and horror.

The emperor was extremely angry at first, but after hearing these words, his anger gradually faded, and turned into a desperate state of freezing winter.

At this time, Ru Ge and Yu Wan who had settled down Rong Yue rushed over. When Ru Ge saw the princess, she was so frightened that she cried and said, "Princess, what's wrong? Why are you shaking so badly?" !?"

On the contrary, Yuwan seemed to have expected something, with a faint smirk on the corner of her mouth, but it turned into a sad expression in an instant, and she covered her face and wiped her tears.

The two people's cries and the imperial doctor's sigh made the emperor feel annoyed, he suddenly threw the vase in his hand heavily on the ground, and said angrily: "Shut up! Get out, don't disturb my Yunhan!"

Everyone ran away in panic when they heard the words, Pian Yuwan went to the gate of the hall and turned back, the emperor frowned when he saw her and said: "Can't you hear what I said?"

Yu Wan saluted her blessing, and whimpered slightly: "Your Majesty, the princess is in such pain now. Navel wind is an unrecognizable chronic disease, do you really have the heart to watch her suffer like this?"

The emperor glanced at the convulsion even more violently, and couldn't bear to watch it any longer: "The whole hospital can't be helped by imperial doctors, what can I do?"

Yu Wan was silent for a while, and then spoke softly: "When my concubine was young, the younger brother in the mansion also suffered from this disease. In the next few days, he was tortured into a skeleton, with his own scratches all over his body. Before he died, his eyes were wide open. She couldn't keep her mouth shut. At that time, the concubine thought that it was just Ama'er Niang who was obsessed with keeping her younger brother's life in order to be worthy of her. This caused him to suffer great pain before his death, and his body also died after death. It's so pitiful. The concubine thinks, if Yunhan is the concubine's child, how can the concubine bear to see her suffer? Since she knows that sooner or later her soul will return to hell, why not give her a face. The imperial concubine and empress are more beautiful than the concubines. In order to love her own child, the concubine thought, if she is sober at this moment, she might do the same."

'Snapped'

Before the words were finished, the emperor slapped Yu Wan hard on the face, and threw her three or four steps away, and blood was forming on her forehead immediately on the corner of the pillar.
"You are presumptuous! Yunyun is my concubine's first child. She will smile at me as soon as she is born. She is so small and cute. How dare you ask me to kill her with my own hands?" the emperor said. , and kicked Yuwan on the shoulder again: "Poisonous woman!"

Yu Wan couldn't stop weeping, she quickly straightened her knees and kowtowed three times to the emperor: "Your majesty, this concubine said that because she loves the princess and the imperial concubine! Look at the princess, look at her!"

She pointed at Lin'er's couch with trembling fingers, forcing the emperor to look directly at the implication of the dying struggle on the couch: "She is so beautiful, do you have the heart to torture her until she is not human, so you think it is good for her? The concubine is also a mother, and the concubine's son is born with a full neck, how can the concubine not know the bitterness of this?"

Seeing his body twitching continuously and his little face swollen purple into Tituo's connotation, the emperor shed tears sadly.

This kind of parting between life and death, the white-haired man sending the black-haired man, has gone through several years since he ascended the throne.

Blessed by his ancestors, although he has many heirs, none of them can live to adulthood.

He wanted to touch Yun Yun's swollen little face, and curl her soft fetal hair, but he couldn't.

Fu Zhuo's words are still in my ears, and every time I touch them, it will only deepen the pain contained in it.

How could he bear it?

Such a long silence, time seems to be frozen in general.

As Yunan's convulsions became worse, a pair of small hands clenched into fists and beat her chest involuntarily, the emperor turned around and sighed lightly, and waved his hands to order Yuwan to back down.

Yuwan got up with tears in her wounds, and walked to the door, when the emperor said quietly: "Tell Fu Zhuo to come in."

She made a promise with her back to the emperor, and then a treacherous smile bloomed on the corner of her lips.

Rong Yue woke up in the middle of the night on the second day. She woke up in a dream and sat up, muttering: "Daughter! My daughter!"

This sound alarmed Quezhen who was sleeping next to her couch. Seeing Rongyue get up, she hurriedly brought her a bowl of warm water, but before she could speak, Rongyue smashed the jade bowl on the ground, grabbed her shoulders and forcefully Shaking: "Where is the child? How is the child?"

Quezhen kept her mouth shut and shed tears in a daze.

Rong Yue raised her hand and slapped her hard on the face, almost growling: "I asked you about Yunan! Where is my daughter!" She stood up and rushed out, but was hugged tightly by Que Zhen Hold the ankle.

Quezhen didn't speak, just kept crying.

But listen carefully, where is Que Zhen alone crying?

The cries outside the dormitory were one after another, and even the lights flickered dazzlingly in the dark night.

Looking out through the Ling window, I saw Chengqian Palace, which was originally colorfully decorated, is now completely white.

Hanging up the scrolls for calling for spirits, tying up elegiac couplets, and all the palace maids in white clothes knelt in the courtyard, weeping bitterly towards the direction of Yunhan's bedroom.

There was a beating pain in her head, and despair and grief welled up from the bottom of her heart. She struggled and ran out of the palace. The palace people hurriedly stopped her under Quezhen's call, but she was mad, how could they stop her?

Pushing open the door of Yun Han's bedroom, the interior decoration was removed, leaving only the small coffin in the middle and a bunch of tribute incense.

Rong Yueyou approached the coffin unconfidently, lifted the lid vigorously, and saw that Yunhan was sleeping peacefully in the soft yellow cloth.

She stretched out her hand to lift Yun Han out of the coffin.

It's so icy, it's even more icy than the snow soaked in the collar in winter.

Que Zhen hurried over and saw that Rong Yue was holding the princess's body, her face was purple with fright, she hurriedly knelt down in front of Rong Yue, kowtowed and cried: "Ma'am, the princess is gone! Ma'am, are you here?" My condolences, you have to take care of yourself, you." ①
"Bitch!" Rong Yue hugged Yun Han tightly, kicked Que Zhen's chest with her bare feet, the veins on her neck bulged, and roared ferociously, "Yun Han is not dead! My daughter is not dead! She is alive and well." Lying in Bengong's arms! She is not dead! Look, she is still smiling at Bengong!"

　Remarks ①: The emperor's eight daughters died in June of the 23rd year of Kangxi, and lived for less than 20 days.The teeth were not sequenced because of the youth.

　　
　
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