Chapter 342

"Let go of me! Let go of me! " Qingfeng struggles like crazy. Yanhongtian holds her shoulder tightly. Qingfeng watches the bodyguard take the child away from the bed. He becomes more and more crazy. During the struggle, he bites yanhongtian's hand fiercely.

Everyone was stunned. Zhuoqing stood close. Qingfeng clenched her teeth and made a cackling sound. She could hear it clearly. She could not help but see that her scalp was numb. Soon, the red blood went all the way down the tiger's mouth. It can be seen how hard the bite was. Qingfeng's way of biting was like a piece of meat to be bitten by Sheng Sheng. Yan Hongtian's face did not change, and his brow did not wrinkle. He let Qingfeng bite her like this, but the black eyes staring at her were even colder.

Xin Yuening was the first to return to her mind and screamed, "are you crazy, Qingfeng?"

"Come on, come on!" The original guard outside the door heard the Queen's cry and rushed in at once. Xin Yuening pointed to the green maple and shouted, "hurry up! Pull this madwoman away

Qingfeng's hair is scattered, his face is pale and his mouth is covered with blood. He looks terrible. The bodyguards swarmed in, Zhuo Qing worried that they would hurt Qingfeng, but she could not stop her martial arts even if she wanted to, so she could only try to block in front of Qingfeng.

"All down."

The cold voice sounded low, and the bodyguards were like being ordered to cave. They dared not move any more at once. Zhuo Qing didn't expect Yan Hongtian to stop them. After all, his hand was seriously hurt. Looking back, her heart couldn't help shaking.

Not only did Qingfeng not loosen his mouth, but also he bit more and more fiercely, as if he was really crazy. Yan Hongtian did not move. It seemed that it was not his hand, and blood kept falling into the dark Python's robe along his arm. All of a sudden, the whole inner room was silent, only heard Qingfeng's low breath.

Qingfeng's long hair is scattered. Zhuoqing can't see her eyes clearly, but Yan Hongtian's cold eyes are clear. Yan Hongtian in memory is violent and even cruel. At the moment, he is also very cold. Deep dark eyes seem to be brewing a terrible storm. Zhuo Qing can't see what Yan Hongtian wants to do. Now it seems that at least he won't hurt Qingfeng.

Green maple finally is loose mouth, but the next moment straight back down, Yan Hongtian single hand around her waist, green maple fell into his arms.

"Empress, help the mourners back to the palace." Lou Su's heart and soul are exhausted. She seems to be a lot older. Her noble and straight waist looks bent. She has experienced such grief many times in recent years. Is it the fate of the Yan family that she died?

"Yes." Xin Yuening obediently supports the Empress Dowager to leave first. Before going out, he looks back at Qingfeng, who has fallen into Yan Hongtian's arms. He is angry and happy. Qingfeng is mad even if he does not die this time!

"Take good care of her." Yan Hongtian put the green maple on the bed, the voice was as cold as the ice on the snow mountain, and the movements on his hands were very gentle. Zhuo Qing has not reflected that he is talking to himself. Yan Hongtian goes out without looking at the person in bed for the second time.

The room was empty. Zhuoqing immediately checked Qingfeng's heart rate and breath. It should be caused by excessive syncope. Suddenly there was a noise behind. Zhuoqing looked back and saw that the maid who was called Ruyi was coming in with a basin of hot water.

Take the soft cloth she handed over, Zhuo Qing gently wiped the blood on the corner of Qingfeng's mouth, sighed, and was also weak.

It's not easy to clean up Qingfeng. Just covered her quilt, tuckahoe finally came back. Seeing her hands empty, Zhuo Qing asked, "what about the dregs?"

Tuckahoe shook his head gently.

"No more?" Zhuo Qing said in a hurry, "how could it be?! The medicine given to the emperor and concubines is not to be kept for more than one day. How could it be gone?!

Zhuo Qing said that Poria cocos was also very clear, and her face was a little gray. "When the maidservant came to the imperial hospital to check, the dregs were gone. They asked the person on duty, and they all said they didn't know."

The cause of the child's death is suspicious. Now the residue of the medicine is gone. Zhuo Qing feels that there is a heavy fog over her head, and she doesn't know how to disperse it for a while.

Youshi is the most empty time for the emperor. When Lou Xiyan came to the Yushu room, he found that the door of the hall was closed. Gao Jin and Xiao Yu stood outside the door respectively. Their faces were dignified and they felt a bit at a loss.

See the building sunset came to the front of the hall, Gao Jin immediately welcomed up, "building phase."

Looking at the closed door of the hall, Lou Xiyan asked in a low voice, "where is the emperor?"

"At. But... " Gao Jin's face was full of melancholy, and he wanted to talk but stopped. He followed the emperor for many years. He had never seen the emperor look like this. The wound on his hand was not bandaged by the royal doctor. The blood was flowing all the time. He went into the Royal study and said "get out." Gao Jin feels cold all over. He guessed that the Emperor didn't want to see anyone at the moment.

Fortunately, the building phase did not demand, a light back: "nothing, I left first." Then he left Zhengyang palace, but on the face of Louxiang, who always had a warm smile, he also had some melancholy color.

Zhuo Qing accompanies Qingfeng in the Qingfeng hall. When the palace gate closes, Qingfeng still doesn't wake up, and Zhuo Qing has to leave. Winter night, came very early. When Zhuo Qing left the palace gate, it was already dark. The red lantern beside the palace gate dyed the road in front of the palace gate bright red. In the bright red light, a familiar carriage stopped not far away. The tall figure standing beside the carriage, with warm smile on his face as usual.

Seeing the sunset of the building, Zhuo Qing quickened her pace. "How did you come?"

Lou Xiyan greets her with a warm voice, "come to pick you up."

Rare, Zhuo Qing takes his hand, the voice is a little stuffy: "sunset, shall we walk?" Although she saw many deaths, what happened today is still like a stone pressing on her heart.

Holding her hand in her palm, Lou Xiyan whispered back, "OK."

It's about to enter the twelfth lunar month. The wind blows on my face at night, causing some pain. The number of people in the street is gradually decreasing, and they walk in silence.

"Son No more. " For a long time, Zhuo Qingcai said a few words. Lou Xiyan tightened their hands tightly. The voice was still calm: "I know."

Night wind whistling from the ear, blowing two people's clothes fly, Zhuoqing suddenly stopped, Lou Xiyan know she has something to say, then also with the stop. Zhuo Qing frowned for a moment and said, "I think there is something wrong with the cause of the child's death."

There was a glimmer in the long and narrow black eyes, "what did you find?"

"When I arrived, the body was cold. The child died at least for more than one hour. His face is dark red, his lips are dark purple, and there are seven points like fever, which causes swelling of the throat and leads to respiratory failure. But I found that the color of the child's body spot was actually Taupe

She emphasized the color of the body spots The voice of Lou Xiyan is a little low: "you mean that the emperor died of poisoning?"

Zhuo Qing shakes her head helplessly. "I'm not sure. The child is too young. It may also be caused by other complications. Now there is a doubt. Can we apply for an autopsy? " So she can determine the cause of the child's death!

Zhuo Qing is in a hurry to do the autopsy for her child, and her voice is also higher. However, with her calm and deep eyes, she knows that she is dreaming. The royal doctor has determined that the child is dead. In those days, the child also has a high fever. There are countless babies died of high fever every year. It seems to them that this matter is very clear. How could she be autopsied?!

She has always believed that the body is the last voice of the dead. She can help them to say what they want to say. Now she can't do it. She is very frustrated. Unable to carry out the autopsy, Zhuoqing felt that she had no use at all, and could not help sighing: "if only she was there."

A sudden cold wind made Zhuoqing shiver for a while, thinking that Xiyan's body has not been very good, Zhuoqing led Lou Xiyan to the carriage behind, walked two steps to find that he was still standing in place.

Zhuo Qing finally realized that Lou Xiyan was silent all night. He seemed to be listening to her, but there was a subtle light in his tiny eyes. Zhuo Qing asked in a low voice, "what are you thinking?"

Looking down at her, Lou Xiyan coughs softly and says with a smile, "nothing, naturally listening to my wife."

Zhuo Qing looks unconvinced, and Lou Xiyan smiles and continues: "it's very dangerous to accompany general Su to encircle pirates this time. At this time, I told her that I'm afraid it would affect her and general Su at the same time."

Did he really hear her?! After thinking for a while, Zhuo Qing replied, "well I'll send people to the East China Sea and wait in Maocheng. I'll tell her when they win. "

"Good."

Zhuo Qing's face is still not very good. Her brow is blue and tired. She holds her hand for a long time. It's still cool. Lou Xiyan gently holds her shoulder and advises her in her ear: "don't worry too much, it will pass."

This day is really tired. She leans gently in the arms of the building's sunset. Zhuo Qing is most worried about Qingfeng now. From her performance in the afternoon, the pain of losing her son is too much for her.

Soothing patting the people in his arms, the smile on Lou Xiyan's face had already been suppressed. What he was most worried about at the moment was obviously someone else.

When the lights are on, the back palace, which should have been bustling, is very quiet tonight. On the empty Palace Road, few people walk around. The wind blows dead leaves and rustles on the ground. According to the tradition of the dome, the death of a child is not a major funeral. Therefore, only the Qingfeng palace and the Chuxiu Palace are hung with white cloth.

Mingze knew when he was on duty that the young prince was dead. He couldn't help worrying about the woman who saw her family as her life, and his step was bigger. Rushed to the Qingfeng hall, saw the white cloth and two big white lanterns on the gate. Mingze was in a trance for a moment. When he left this morning, there was a warm and peaceful scene here, but now it was so dead.