Wang Guangming looked back at Wang Xiushu like a torch. He said, "sister, I really feel that the life we are living now is not real.
Wang Xiushu turned back to smile: "how does big brother feel that life is not real?" Wang Xiushu asked.
Wang Guangliang sighed: "I can't say this, just vaguely."
Wang Xiushu didn't speak with a smile. Wang Guangming stayed here for a long time. He didn't turn and leave until evening. Wang Xiushu looked at his back and left. For a moment, she wanted to call Wang Guangming. She wanted to tell her elder brother that everything would be OK. But I think it's boring to say that. I should know that in my heart. It's better to know that this day will be better.
Wang Xiushu thinks so, the facial expression is tiny a Zheng, laughed.
A month later, the emperor suddenly fell ill, and the queen had no choice but to call Dr. Liu and even lvxiu. Wang Xiushu goes to the palace with green embroidery. She sees the emperor lying on the sickbed, and her eyebrows and eyes are sick. Wang Xiushu sighed and called the green embroidery culture: "what's the matter? Can the emperor's body be good?"
Green embroider shakes her head, look also quite a bit sad: "young lady may not be good, I and Liu Taiyi are incompetent, also can't go back."
Wang Xiushu smell speech, twist brow to see green embroidery. The eyes of green embroidery are full of emotion, as if there is light in the twinkling period. The queen and the prince sat on the main hall, looking at the emperor on the sickbed.
After a long time, the emperor opened his eyes slightly. He looked at the prince and the queen, and said, "you all go down. I have something to talk with the prince and the queen."
The emperor's voice is light, but full of sadness. Wang Xiushu went down the hall with others. Waiting outside the hall, the emperor looked at the queen and the prince and said in a soft voice, "actually, I have guessed that I have no way to return to heaven."
"Father, don't say that. You'll get better." The prince said.
"Now, do you still want to cheat me? Do you think I don't know what's going on with my body and whether it will be ok? Prince, Prince, every time you talk to me, do you really want to be so outspoken? " The emperor sighed. The prince was stunned and lowered his brow.
He always thought that father and son were like kings and ministers. He was too strict about the emperor's attitude. Over the years, unlike the second prince, he can speak freely in front of the emperor. He is like a passer-by. He is always respectful to the emperor's words, and has no sense of father and son.
The emperor looked at the prince, he said with a smile: "in fact, my father has always known that you are a good child. For so many years, my father has owed you. If it wasn't for my being cheated, you would not be wronged to see me so far. I've been a failure in my life,
Mingming is surrounded by two people who are the best to me, but my heart is always towards others. I really shouldn't think so... Shouldn't... "
The prince looked at the emperor. He couldn't believe the emperor's words. He was good at saying that people would die. He understood the emperor's mood. Maybe the emperor wanted the prince to do his duty well. So that he would not be so sad. Maybe he wanted to make up for his guilt when he was a child.
In fact, the prince doesn't need these things. The only thing the prince wants is the health of emperor Qing. As long as emperor Qing is in good health, the prince has nothing to ask for.
Emperor Qing naturally understood that the prince was his favorite child. He could not understand what the prince was thinking. But he didn't say anything about it, because he was afraid of what would happen to the prince's heart.
"Son, it's the father who's sorry for you." Emperor Qing did not call the Prince Prince, but called the prince as a child. The prince listened to this call as if he had been separated from the rest of the world. He looked at the face of emperor Qing, his eyes were sour and he wanted to shed tears. He bit the lip, do not let his tears fall, but no matter how he bit the lip, his tears, or fall.
He looked at emperor Qing and sighed. In fact, he knew all the time that emperor Qing loved him, but he didn't dare to guess anything. He also knew that emperor Qing's mind was on the second prince.
Because he dotes on concubine Liu, he also loves the second prince. The prince was also envious. How could he not be envious? His father was so kind to his second younger brother. She catapulted herself and taught him to shoot arrows. The prince is envious.
The prince thought so with a slight sigh. No more talk.
Emperor Qing's eyes looked at the prince. The prince's eyes also looked at emperor Qing. When his eyes were opposite, the prince seemed to see the sadness in emperor Qing's eyes. Is so sad, sad to let the prince a pain.
Qingdi took the prince's hand and said in a soft voice: "treat your mother well."
His words are like the most simple words of ordinary people. Hearing this, the prince nodded his head slightly. The prince's body has been a little trembling, he bit the lip, do not let himself make a sound, but the more he restrained himself, his mouth still can not stop the voice of "sobbing".
Emperor Qing is holding the prince's hand. He smiles. He understands that the prince is sad because of him. Because he is dying, the prince is sad.
"Cry what, although I'm going to die, I'm not going to die right now..." emperor Qing said, "speaking up, I haven't enjoyed the moon with you two. It's really a big regret in my life. If there is an afterlife, I must enjoy the happiness of my family with you."
Hearing this, the prince nodded his head slightly.
The emperor said nothing more, and he was speechless. He looked at the prince with a solemn expression. Finally, I closed my eyes. This eternal emperor told a lie. He said he would not die now, but he still left. He walked peacefully.
The Queen's tears collapsed and he looked at his husband's face as if he were looking at a stranger. Her husband really left, really left
So the queen thought, crying more and more. He promised her things, in this life, he did not do a thing. Having said that, the queen did not blame him. How can she blame him? Everything is not his husband's fault, everything is her own fault, it's her own
The queen clenched her lips and didn't know what to say for a moment.
She sighed a little, holding the prince's hand, quietly looking at the emperor on the sickbed.
The queen wanted to cry, but now he seemed so powerless, as if he could not cry. The queen looked at the prince faintly. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.