Xiaoyuan was leaning on the chair, looking like he was sleeping deeply. He was harrassing the old man, and he looked very much like Yingping when he was studying. Watching him day and night these days has made the little girl exhausted mentally and physically. No wonder she can fall asleep sitting up.
'Ding-dang-'
Suddenly there was a crisp sound of clinking porcelain behind him, waking Xiao Yuan from his sleep. In the haze, I saw a pale and weak hand groping on the bedside table, seemingly searching hard for something.
"Miss?" Xiao Yuan couldn't believe her eyes. She rubbed her eyes for fear that she was still trapped in a dream.
"Water...water..."
Hearing Zhitang's feeble moaning, Xiao Yuan was sure that his young lady had woken up, and felt faint for a moment.
'Crack——'
The harsh crackling sound of the tea cup woke Xiao Yuan up again. She first called the palace maid outside the door and asked her to come over quickly, and then hurriedly ran to Zhitang. Looking at Zhitang, whose lips were slightly chapped, she quickly picked up the teapot and filled the medicine bowl, and then carefully fed Zhitang water with a spoon.
After swallowing a few spoonfuls of water with difficulty, Zhi Tang shook his head slightly, indicating that there was no need to feed him any more.
Xiao Yuan gently put the bowl and spoon aside, picked up a towel and carefully wiped Zhitang.
"Where...is...where?" Looking at the majestic and gorgeous house, Zhi Tang felt a little dazed.
"Miss, this is the palace!" Xiao Yuan answered seriously, for fear that Zhi Tang would not believe it.
"Imperial... Palace?" Zhidang looked confused, thinking that he was confused.
"Yes! Mr. Zheng brought us in! Not only did he order the palace doctor to treat your injuries, young lady, he also invited the famous Miss Zichun -"
"Master Zheng..."
Hearing this name, Zhi Tang felt a strange feeling. When she was in coma a few days ago, the figure of 'Mr. Zheng' often appeared in her chaotic consciousness. So when she returned to reality, she felt as if she was in another world. Recalling everything about 'Mr. Zheng', Zhi Tang murmured to himself: "Who...is he?"
"Miss, don't be scared if you say it! Mr. Zheng, he...he...he is the current emperor!" Xiaoyuan mustered up the courage and finally informed her of Yingping's identity.
"Your Majesty? Haha... Your Majesty..."
Zhi Tang looked a little sad, and Xiao Yuan's words made her suspicious - the suspicion that she was still in a coma was exactly this kind of suspicion. Since these are just fantasies in my mind, why should I struggle to support them? Why not... why not just close your eyes again... After that, before Xiao Yuan could explain again, Zhi Tang closed his eyes again.
Xiao Yuan couldn't help but feel a little anxious when she saw this, and she wanted to wake the lady up to explain. It could be seen that Zhi Tang was breathing evenly and seemed to have fallen asleep peacefully. She sighed softly and thoughtfully pulled up the quilt for Zhitang. Then, she silently returned to the chair, curled her legs into her arms, and stared blankly at the calm-looking young lady...
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In front of the imperial study room, Ye Changshan stood outside the door and looked around. The difference from the past is that today there are several circles of white cloth wrapped around his palm. Obviously, the white cloth covers the stab wounds left that day. Fortunately, his body is different from ordinary people, and after Zichun applied a little powder to the wound, It healed quickly, and I estimate that the white cloths will be removed in two days.
In the study, Yingping was holding his chin with his hand. He looked dull and wondered what was going on in his mind.
Suddenly, a palace maid walked in with her head lowered. When she saw Chen Jinjue standing guard, she walked straight to Manager Chen and whispered a few words.
Chen Jinjue nodded after listening to the palace maid's report, indicating that she could leave. The palace maid received Chen Jinjue's permission and bowed her head before retreating.
Seeing the palace maid leave, Chen Jinjue changed his face and put on a slightly excited smile. He walked to the table and said with a voice crying with joy: "Your Majesty——"
"Ah?" Yingping was lost in thought. He looked a little confused when Chen Jinjue called him out in surprise.
"Just now the palace maid came to report that she knew Miss Tang had woken up——"
"Are you serious!?" Yingping jumped up from his chair and almost jumped onto the table.
"Absolutely true!"
"Then why are you still standing there? Why don't you go quickly?" Yingping was surprised and happy, jumped up and rushed out.
"Hey! That's great!" Chen Jinjue also ran out excitedly, but he stopped halfway. He turned around in confusion and asked in confusion: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being stupid. Where did you ask your slave to go just now?"
Yingping was stunned for a moment, then patted his head and explained: "I blame me for not explaining clearly! Xiao Jinzi, hurry up and invite my uncle here - quickly -"
"Yes! I obey the order!" Seeing that Yingping had made his words clear, Chen Jinjue ran out as fast as he could.
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Zichun closed his eyes, and the surroundings were so quiet that you could hear a needle drop. She gently placed her hand on Zhitang's wrist, carefully feeling the beating of her pulse. After dozens of breaths passed, Zichun opened her eyes. She stood up and turned around, only to see Yingping, Xiaoyuan, Ye Changshan, Chen Jinjue and a dozen imperial doctors looking at her eagerly.
"Uncle, Zhidang, she..." Yingping couldn't hold his breath and asked first.
"I know that Miss Tang's pulse condition has stabilized. It is estimated that she will be able to recover after another month of conditioning. But don't get out of bed in a hurry. Don't let the wound open."
Hearing what Zichun said, a group of people felt relieved.
"Then when will she wake up again?" Yingping was still a little anxious.
"I knew before that Miss Tang was in a coma. She should have fallen asleep now, and maybe she will wake up again in a few hours." Seeing what else Yingping wanted to ask, Zichun interrupted directly: "Don't worry , I know Miss Tang will wake up, don’t worry.”
Seeing what Zichun said, Yingping couldn't ask any more questions. He took a deep breath, then looked at the people around him, waved his hands impatiently and said: "You all go down, let me and Zhitang Be alone.”
"Yes -" After receiving the order, the imperial doctors retreated one after another.
"Miss Xiaoyuan? The Holy Emperor has issued an order, why don't you retreat?"
Chen Jinjue looked at Xiao Yuan, who looked dumbfounded, and persuaded with a smile. After getting along with this little girl these days, he thought she was quite cute. What's more, after all, she was someone close to Miss Tang, so naturally she was Be polite.
"Oh..." Xiao Yuan responded dully, then looked at his young lady with some uneasiness, and retreated helplessly out of the palace.
"Changshan——" Just as everyone retreated to the door, Yingping suddenly shouted: "You stay with me..."
Ye Changshan looked back at Yingping and then at Zichun.
Zichun reached out and patted his junior brother on the shoulder, then nuzzled at Yingping, signaling him to pay attention to Yingping and accompany him. Under Chen Jinjue's unwilling gaze, Ye Changshan turned back to Yingping.
Looking at the pair of "misfortunate mandarin ducks" in front of him, Ye Changshan suddenly felt lucky. The peace and tranquility between himself and Yiyi was almost a luxury wish for Yingping. Nowadays, Ye Changshan rarely goes back to the mountain gate. When he is not in the palace, he even lives directly at Yi Hongyan's house. Every time he leaves the palace and returns to the courtyard, this journey carries almost all his expectations and expectations. Happy, thinking about it this way, he actually felt a sense of satisfaction that there was nothing more he could ask for.
"How is your injury?" Yingping watched Zhitang silently and had many thoughts, but he still instinctively cared about Ye Changshan.
Ye Changshan was startled for a moment, then gently grabbed his palm and said, "There's no problem anymore. This is nothing compared to the injuries he suffered before."
Hearing the comforting meaning in Ye Changshan's words, Yingping sighed lightly and blamed himself: "It's all my fault..."
"Blame you? How can I blame you for this?" Ye Changshan felt strange. Looking at Yingping's annoyed look, he quickly said: "Yunyue Pavilion was already close to the Northern Wei Dynasty. When Wen He and Young Master appeared this time, everyone I’m not sure, maybe she is the female prime minister of the Northern Wei Dynasty..."
Just when Ye Changshan was analyzing all this bitterly, he heard Yingping's voice suddenly ringing out——
"I arranged this assassination."
"What!?"
Yingping's tone was extremely calm. Compared with the previous fluctuations in his tone every time he lied, this calmness made people feel even more unaccustomed. No wonder Ye Changshan was so shocked.
"Is it me who wrote to Yunyue Pavilion, asking them to send someone to assassinate me?"
Yingping's eyes still stayed on Zhitang, as if he was admitting his mistake, as if this was the only way to relieve his depressed mood.
Ye Changshan was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He couldn't understand why Yingping did this.
"I just didn't expect that the person coming this time would be her..."
The 'she' in Yingping's mouth naturally refers to Mr. Wenhe. The person who came to assassinate her this time was indeed beyond Yingping's expectation. When Yingping recognized Mr. Wenhe that day, he was really shocked. Scared, not just pretending. In his opinion, he could achieve the effect he wanted by acting in a play, but in the end, he went too far. Not only was Ye Changshan injured, but Zhitang almost left him. No wonder he felt that this acting was too much. The 'cost' is too great.
"But... this... what are you..." Ye Changshan finally recovered, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't ask the question for a while.
"If this were not the case, how could the Wang family believe that I was really afraid? How could they relax their vigilance against me? Oh, I'm the only person in the world who can make such a desperate move... I'm afraid..."
Yes, if they were not forced to do so, who would go to all the trouble to take this risk?
Yingping has indulged in sensuality these years just to make the Wang family lower their guard, but are the Wang family siblings so easy to fool? If you don't make some big noise, how can you convince the brother and sister? So, he went to Lanqiufang to pretend to be a dandy, secretly embezzled money from the treasury, and finally invited Yunyue Pavilion to assassinate him. These were all to confuse the Wang family. However, when this series of things happened, he never thought that the woman in front of him would He actually has so many connections and bonds with himself, and is even willing to sacrifice his life for this mortal woman! This brought great shock to Yingping.
"Is it worth it?" Ye Changshan suddenly asked this question for some unknown reason.
Yingping was stunned for a moment, then turned to stare at Ye Changshan, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp.
"Master's death! Master's death! Is it worth it? My mother's death! Is it worth it?" Yingping gritted his teeth and said firmly. At this moment, all the people who have passed away seemed to be standing in this hall, standing right beside them. before.
Ye Changshan unconsciously took a small step back. Looking at Yingping, who was determined and emotionless, he suddenly felt like he was being suffocated.
"I am living now, not just for myself. The departure of these people is more or less because of me. If I don't think about them, how can I have the face to see them after my death? I... represent their hope , this glimmer of hope...cannot be extinguished here..."
Such a struggling, entangled, helpless and strong Yingping reappeared in front of him. Ye Changshan took a step forward and said firmly: "Don't worry, no matter what happens, I will be with you!"
Looking at the pious Ye Changshan, Yingping didn't react much. He whispered: "Now I just hope Zhitang recovers quickly, otherwise how can I rest my conscience for the rest of my life?"
What's the rest of your life? I think Yingping must have had true feelings for the woman in front of him!
