Chapter 1243

Now that he really has a clear look, he seems to understand why his Majesty would rather bear the pressure of the imperial court and insist on keeping Ji Rao in the back palace.

He was so beautiful.

Even though he was tortured by illness, even though he was a weak body, his eyebrows and eyes were still touching, and his every move was hard to move.

The little eunuch saw the most beautiful face of the people he had ever seen in his life, but it was fleeting, and there was no sound in a moment.

That pair of beautiful eyes slowly lost light, like stars fall, the Milky way out.

The peony in his right hand also fell down. Ji Rao slowly closed his eyes and quietly tilted to one side. It didn't look like he was going, but it seemed like he was sleeping.

"Your majesty

"Your majesty

Ji Rong rode to the Royal Garden, only to see a soft sedan chair on the ground, next to four eunuchs kneeling, the people on the soft sedan chair leaning on the jiaozi mountain motionless.

He reined in his horse. He was in a hurry all the way back, but now it's hard for him to move forward.

When his robe fell from the horse in the middle, it was covered with mud. His eyes were fixed on the people in the soft sedan chair. His eyes were empty and looked embarrassed and pitiful, like a child who had lost his beloved, helpless and helpless.

"See your majesty." The four eunuchs kowtowed to Ji Rong when they saw him.

Ji Rong seems not to have seen him. Step by step, he walks forward very slowly. When he sees Ji Rao's pale face, his eyes turn red.

Ji Rong squatted down slowly and held Ji Rao's cool hand. His voice trembled, "Ji Rao?"

His hands were covered with mud and looked dirty. Ji Rao's skin is white. Because of his illness, there is almost no meat on his body. The thin bones on his arm are very obvious. There are two thin cyan purple blood vessels on the back of his hand. Ji Rong sees that his hand has made Ji Rao's hand dirty. He quickly takes it back and rubs it on his clothes. However, he forgets that his clothes are dirty too. The more he rubs, the dirtier he gets.

"Ji Rao, I'm back."

Ji Rao quietly closed his eyes and did not respond to him.

Ji Rong's Adam's Apple moved. He turned his head, tears in his eyes fell down instantly. He held Ji Rao's hand on his forehead, and his chest almost exploded.

His Adam's Apple moved and he didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly stood up. He looked at Ji Rao, who didn't respond. He bowed his head, picked him up and went straight to the blessing hall.

The Taoist priest of the praying hall sat on the futon and closed his eyes. When Ji Rong stepped into the yard, he opened his eyes. His eyes were full of vicissitudes, as if he had seen through the whole world.

"Sir, sir." Ji Rong holds Ji Rao and knocks the door open.

Taoist stood up from the ground and saw Ji Rong's embarrassed appearance. He couldn't help frowning, but he soon let go.

"Now what?" Ji Rong looks like a dying man with the last trace of hope.

The Taoist sighed and said, "come with me."

The Taoist took Ji Rong around the spirit card and went inside. He held a floating dust in his hand. He knocked a flat table with the floating dust and said, "put him on it."

Ji Rong carefully put Ji Rao on it. Seeing that Ji Rao's hair was a little messy, he put out his hand to help him straighten it out patiently.