Marriage Princess: The Alluring Concubine of the Evil Emperor

Chapter 54 Critically ill
Qinghe followed Aunt Gui's hand to look over, and indeed saw a Buddhist hall set up in the hall, with incense lingering around, offering Buddha to the table.

She wiped away her tears and knelt over, not kneeling on the futon, but directly kneeling on the cold and hard floor, and then kowtowed down one by one, speechless in her mouth, but she kept repeating a sentence in her heart, "Please The Buddha blesses the old ancestor with a healthy body and a long life!"

Aunt Gui was a little shocked, but then she thought it might be for herself, so she said to Qinghe: "The princess is here to wait on the sick, and the servants are out to get something, and the imperial doctor and palace people are outside the hall. If anything happens, just yell."

Qinghe didn't answer, but was still kowtowing.

Aunt Gui went out, but she didn't go far away, but hid behind the curtain and watched secretly.

She saw that Qinghe didn't stop kowtowing after she went out. Instead, she seemed to release her sadness even more brazenly. Tears were like broken beads, which couldn't stop flowing. Her forehead was already red and swollen, with fresh blood oozing slightly. However, as if she didn't realize it, she was still kowtowing.

Aunt Gui didn't believe what the Empress Dowager said at first, and always thought it was too absurd, but seeing Qinghe's actions now, she couldn't help but believe it.

The Empress Dowager has always been close to Princess Qinghe. Although the other princes and princesses are also pampered, they somewhat carry the majesty of the Empress Dowager. Therefore, although the people who have come to serve the sick these days are sincere, they are not so pious and sincere. nervous.

Some emotions can be faked, but the sadness and despair in the eyes cannot be faked.

She remembered a long time ago, when Princess Qinghe was only seven years old, and her ancestor was seriously ill that time, Princess Qinghe stood by her ancestor's bed, crying and crying, and no one could persuade her to leave.

Now Aunt Gui looked through the beaded curtain, the seven-year-old child seemed to be a double image of Princess Yili in front of her, she almost thought it was the same person.

After Qinghe kowtowed a hundred times, she knelt still, and occasionally looked back at the old man on the bed. Whenever the old man's breathing was abnormal, she rushed over and watched nervously until she thought it was normal, then went back to kneeling .

At midnight, Aunt Gui came in with a bowl of medicine.

"Princess, come and help the slave!" she said.

Seeing that she was about to drink medicine, Qinghe got up in a hurry. She knelt for a long time, her legs were numb, she walked with a limp, and came staggeringly.

"The princess helped the ancestors, and the servants came to feed the medicine." Aunt Gui said.

"Okay, okay!" Qinghe sat on the bed, gently hugged the old ancestor, and let her lie half in his arms, her eye circles became hot again, and her arms could hardly feel the weight of the old ancestor, she Gently pulled up the quilt, moved the old ancestor's withered and old hands under the quilt, and said, "Auntie, be more careful."

The empress dowager's eyes were closed tightly, and she was completely unresponsive. Qinghe had to pinch her cheeks and open her mouth so that Aunt Gui could feed the medicine.

It's just that feeding the medicine in this way is extremely inefficient, because she is unconscious, so she naturally has no swallowing function, and the amount of medicine that is forcibly swallowed is less than one-fifth of the medicine.

"Has it always been like this these past few days?" Qinghe asked tremblingly, seeing his relatives suffer with his own eyes, this feeling is really worse than death.

Aunt Gui burst into tears, "It's been like this for a few days."

Qinghe endured the grief in his heart and tried his best to cooperate with Aunt Gui, hoping that every drop of medicinal juice poured down could help the ancestor recover.

She didn't dare to think of the worst, for fear that if it got to the worst point, she would collapse.

However, before the medicine was half-fed, the old ancestor suddenly coughed violently, followed by convulsions, and the cough deformed her entire face. She finally opened her eyes slightly, clasped Qinghe's arm with both hands, and gasped. The sound was like boiling water, panting.

Qinghe hugged her in shock, and swept her back, "Is it better? Is it better?"

The empress dowager still twitched all over her body, coughing continuously, and then, without even a break to breathe, she kept coughing, her head raised, her neck straightened, her hands moved away from Qinghe's arms, and she grabbed her throat, as if she couldn't breathe Usually, then, after another sharp cough, he starts to vomit blood.

Blood spat out on the brocade quilt, like a rotten rose, the blood in Qinghe's whole body coagulated, and the coldness spread from the soles of his feet until his whole body was numb, unable to move, and could only stare at the blood on the brocade quilt.

"No, no, send the imperial doctor!" Qinghe shouted sharply, and he became more sober, hugging the empress dowager.

Aunt Gui ran out in a hurry, the three imperial doctors were waiting outside the hall, when they heard Aunt Gui's cry, they hurried in with the medicine box.

"Princess, get out of the way!" Aunt Gui said.

Qinghe hurriedly took a step back, looking at everything in front of her in a flustered expression, her fear was constantly amplifying in her heart, she shook her head subconsciously, and murmured: "Don't, don't..."

The empress dowager's cough had stopped, blood was clotted on her lips, her eyes were closed again, and she was panting heavily.

The imperial doctor administered needles, used medicines, and pinched people to treat them. Qinghe felt that everything that happened before his eyes was like a dream, a nightmare.

Her whole body was so weak that she couldn't even stand upright. She slid down against the pillar at the end of the bed, buried her face in her knees, but she was afraid of missing something, so she suddenly looked up.

Aunt Gui kept looking at her, seeing the desperation and sadness in her eyes almost wiped out everything like a tide, she wanted to cry very much, in fact, her tears also started to fall.

Regardless of whether it is Princess Qinghe or Princess Yili in front of her, her feelings for the Empress Dowager are not fake, the ancestors are lucky to have such a sincere affection.

"How? How?" Seeing that the imperial doctor started to back away, Qinghe stood up slowly while supporting the pillar, her voice changed, trembling, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.

The three imperial doctors looked at each other with sad expressions, and one of them said to Qinghe: "Princess, the Empress Dowager is probably dying, she is now in a coma, and I believe she won't last until tomorrow."

Qinghe only felt that her eyes were dark and her head was dizzy for a while. She staggered a step and knocked her head on the pillar, "No...it won't be."

The imperial doctor said: "Now is Zishi, if you are in a deep coma for more than an hour, the gods will not be able to save you."

"You guys always have some way to wake her up, right? As long as she wakes up, does that mean she's saved?" Qinghe asked unwillingly.

"Weichen and others have nothing to do, princess, please mourn." The imperial doctor said.

"Sorrow? What's the sorrow? The ancestor is still alive, let the emperor come over, quickly, let the emperor come over, the ancestor is the most reluctant to let him go!" Qinghe said in a panic.

"No," Aunt Gui said with tears, "I'm afraid it won't help if the emperor comes here. The ancestors have long had the will to die. Ever since Princess Qinghe died, she always said that she was worried that Princess Qinghe would be alone in the underworld." , I'm afraid this time, she did it on purpose..."

"What?" Qinghe's expression changed drastically, "She said that?"

"Isn't it? Everyone knows that besides the emperor, Princess Qinghe is the favorite of our ancestors. After all, the child who grew up in front of him wants a white-haired man to send a black-haired one. Why isn't he heartbroken?"

The grief and indignation in Qinghe's heart almost burst out of her chest, her eyes were blood red like fire, she knelt on the ground with a thump, her fists clenched tightly, she had an urge to go out of the palace immediately to kill Yuan Su and Li Xiangyu.

(End of this chapter)