Rebirth of marriage

When the emperor and his party arrived at Prince Xiao's Mansion, there was silence in Prince Xiao's Mansion.

Dr. Liu was using an acupuncture for Xiao Wang. He had used the decoction several times, but he couldn't take a mouthful of it. Mo Li Mo Qi stood guard by the bed with a sad look on his face.

After the acupuncture, there was still no movement on the person.

The emperor signaled Wang Zhi, the magistrate of the Taiyuan Hospital, to personally come forward to diagnose King Xiao's pulse. After Wang Zhi saw that Doctor Liu used the needle, King Xiao showed no sign of waking up, and his heart sank to the bottom of his heart.

The medical skills of Dr. Liu and Dr. Zhao are among the best in Taiyuan Hospital. If even they are unable to do so, King Xiao may not be able to survive this calamity.

When he felt King Xiao's pulse, he was still shocked, the oil was gone and the lamp was dry!

He hurriedly knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, the prince's pulse is weak and weak. The situation is not optimistic. I will prescribe some decoction to keep the prince alive."

A moment can be delayed.

"I have already tried it. Your Majesty doesn't know how to swallow, and the decoction cannot be poured in..." Dr. Liu also knelt down, and he had no other way.

He couldn't even see why Xiao Wang, who was in good condition, suddenly became like this. He wasn't poisoned, and there were no new wounds. It was as if his energy and blood were suddenly drained, and his internal organs were decayed.

Although the emperor had been mentally prepared on the way here, he still swayed after hearing these words. He looked at the other imperial doctors who came with him, and there was an older doctor who sat down in front of King Xiao's bed, but... After taking his pulse, he knelt down beside Wang Yuanjing.

Imperial Doctor Zhao did not give up and went forward to check the pulse again. The pulse was the same as before he entered the palace. It had not improved at all. He lowered his head.

The few people with the best medical skills in the Taiyuan Hospital could do nothing, and the rest of the imperial doctors did not need to feel the pulse and knelt down directly.

The emperor looked at the people kneeling on the ground, "What do you mean? Are you planning to kneel down and wait for King Xiao to die? I am raising the Imperial Hospital and you, just so that when I need to use you to save people, you will only know how to do it. Kneel?"

"Your Majesty," the court judge said in panic, "Let Dr. Zhao cooperate with Dr. Liu to continue the acupuncture, and I will make a decoction. As long as I can feed it, there may be a chance of improvement."

Even though they know that acupuncture has no effect and the decoction may not be able to be poured in, if they really do nothing and just watch Xiao Wang die, they may also be buried with him.

Even if His Majesty was kind enough to spare their lives, he would still care about it in the future. He knew His Majesty's thoughts better than Imperial Doctor Zhao, and he was not as indifferent to King Xiao as he showed.

Otherwise, he would not have been promoted to court judge just because he secretly treated an injury for King Xiao. You must know that his medical skills are not the best.

The emperor waved his hand feebly, indicating that they should go and get ready, and those who didn't need it should leave first.

After a while, there were only two doctors left in the room who wanted to give Xiao Wang acupuncture, as well as the emperor and Mo Limo abandon.

"What's going on?" He asked Mo Qi. So far, no one has told him why King Xiao became like this.

Mo Qi shook his head and said nothing.

The emperor looked at the two of them intently, both of them still hanging their heads in silence. He knew that these two people had grown up with Gu Xiao since childhood and were very loyal to him. They were not so awe-inspiring towards him as the emperor, and they even resented him. Yes, he couldn't force them to say anything they didn't want to say.

He said, "Go out and ask her to come over."

She was thanking the wine for this.

If their relationship is as good as they say, now that Gu Xiao's life is on the line, it is impossible for Xie Jiu not to come to Prince Xiao's Mansion.

Mo Li Mo Qi also understood. After a moment of hesitation, the two of them got up and left the house.

"Does acupuncture have any effect?" He asked the two imperial doctors Liu and Zhao.

The two looked at each other, and Doctor Liu said, "Your Majesty, what I just performed was the twelve Yang-returning acupuncture needles."

The Twelve Needles of Huiyang are the acupuncture techniques passed down from the ancestors of the Liu family, and are the best in the world.

As the name suggests, if the twelve needles are passed once, as long as there is a breath, the foot that has entered the gate of hell can be pulled back to the earth. If the twelve needles fail to pull it back, you can only resign yourself to fate.

The emperor looked at the motionless people on the bed and waved his hand, "You guys can go down too and guard outside the door."

There is no need for any more stitches.

Zhao Debao, who had supervised the execution of the two princes, hurried over and saw the two imperial doctors walking out with pale faces. His expression suddenly changed, "Your Majesty."

The emperor did not respond to him. Zhao Debao did not dare to come forward and stood guard at the door of the room.

"Is this what you said about fighting me to the death?" The emperor walked closer to the bed and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

No one answered him.

He didn't speak again, and looked at the person on the bed. As he looked at it, he felt that this face was so unfamiliar. What was familiar to him was the little person with a small mouth that kept opening and closing all day long.

He has a head of thick, strong hair that cannot be kept neatly without braiding some braids on the temples and using some hair oil. Unfortunately, he doesn't like to use hair oil. He carries a head like a hedgehog all day long in their arms. Rubbing.

At that time, his mother was worried that people with thick hair can also be stubborn. Although he is soft and cute, he has indeed begun to show his stubborn character.

He stroked the hair on his head and said with a smile, "This statement is not accurate. I heard that my hair was like this when I was a child. Now it is not as long as it is soft."

As time went by, his back became bent and his temper was gone. How could he be a child who had no mother to protect him and was forgotten by his father?

At that time, he thought that he could not let his son suffer the same sins he had suffered. He would be more stubborn if he was more stubborn. After all, his father would protect him.

He had not thought of such long-lasting memories for a long time, or perhaps he subconsciously chose to escape or forget.

He slipped.

The emperor carefully reached out and stroked the hair on Gu Xiao's head. The hair was still hard and thick, his temper was not soft, and his spine was not bent.

He gently opened the thin quilt covering Gu Xiao's body and lifted up the hem of his middle coat. The injury on his waist was bandaged and the specific injury could not be seen. The middle coat was lifted all the way up, and scars of different depths were exposed in front of him. A scar on his chest is still clear, which was probably caused by someone Cao Zhicheng sent last year.

He remembered Xie Jiu saying that Cao Zhicheng hurt him, and I planned to avenge him by trapping his father and son in the snowy mountains. What about you, what did you do for him?

He did nothing but took the opportunity to regain some imperial power from Cao Zhicheng.

His child can still live with a straight spine, which is the result of scars all over his body, not the result of his protection.

His eyes fell on somewhere at the head of the bed again, and he recognized this bed as the one he bought when he got married. After their marriage, they had a good relationship, and they never separated from each other and lived here together.

His child was born on this bed. He grew up and became more and more naughty. He coaxed a dagger from some guard and secretly carved three little people holding hands on the bedside.

The little man in the middle had his mouth wide open, just like he was crying when he was born from his mother's womb.

He made fun of him, and the little man stubbornly explained over and over again, "Father, that's not crying, it's laughing. What the child drew is laughing. The child is so happy, how can he cry?"

He said without conscience, yes, it was a smile.

But will the child who was born on this bed have to leave this bed now?

No, absolutely impossible.

The emperor opened his mouth and swallowed with difficulty, blinked, and sniffed gently. After a long time, he finally made a sound, "That year, when you beat the third child, I sent you to Yuyouguan, and you asked me if I had any I regretted for a moment that I chose to abandon my wife and children to sit in this position, and I didn’t reply to you.”

The emperor straightened Gu Xiao's tunic and covered him with a thin quilt. He said solemnly, "I tell you now, I have never regretted my original choice."

However, I regret that I should not have been angry with you because of your mother's affairs, and should not have chosen to ignore you in order to escape.

There were footsteps coming from behind, and the emperor did not turn around, but still looked at Gu Xiao, and said calmly, "You said, if I hurt Xie Jiu, you will take away my kingdom and die with me.

Then I will tell you now, if you die, I will let Xie Jiu be buried with you. "

He raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at Xie Jiu, who was dressed in men's clothing, and said slowly but clearly, "Buried alive."