Rebirth Strategy: Please let me go

On the long street, the cold rain was flying and the cold wind was blowing. I don't know which shop's lanterns forgot to extinguish the candles, emitting a faint white light with the cold wind and rain.

Several figures galloped out of the darkness on horseback, and the pale candlelight stretched their figures to an extremely long length, as if ghosts emerging from a ghost gate were heading towards the other end of the long street wrapped in the cold mist.

The horse's hooves splashed into the air, and in the blink of an eye the group of people had stopped in front of the Imperial City Palace Gate.

The palace guards blocked their path with swords: "Who is coming? This is a forbidden area of ​​the palace, please leave quickly!"

The leader, the man in black, stood on horseback and took out a black token and placed it in front of them.

The palace guard's face suddenly changed when he saw this token. He sheathed his sword and clasped his fists with fear in his eyes: "I will open the door for you right now."

When the Meridian Gate opened, the horses looked up to the sky and neighed, then swooped in.

The lights in the Yangxin Hall were dim, and the strong smell of medicine made the visitor look cold.

Li Fengcheng hurried out of the palace and saw the two of them and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty couldn't stop vomiting blood at night. He vomited after taking the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor."

As he said that, he looked at the tall young man and cried in a mournful tone: "Your Majesty has been talking about His Highness. His Highness has finally come after longing for it."

Gu Qingchen gave him a cold look and walked towards the dragon bed without saying a word.

The heavy ambergris in the palace could not suppress the tangy smell of blood and herbs. The person on the bed had disheveled hair and a grayish complexion. He was already a sign of death.

Why is it so serious?

Gu Qingchen's face turned ugly, and he stepped forward to pick up the sleeve of the man on the couch and press his pulse.

After feeling his disorganized and weak pulse, he raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Mo: "Mr. Mo, please take a look and see if there is a solution."

He stood up and gave way, and Mr. Mo stepped forward to take his arm, frowning and taking his pulse.

"Chen'er...Yu'er..."

The person on the couch murmured, as if sensing something, he opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Gu Qingchen.

When he saw Gu Qingchen, the empress showed a happy smile like a child getting candy, he stood up. Mr. Mo quickly got up and stepped aside, and Li Fengcheng stepped forward to place the bed support for Emperor Yuan'an.

"Your Majesty beware."

Li Fengcheng reminded in a low voice, but Emperor Yuan'an pushed him away because he was in the way: "Get out of the way, don't block my Chen'er..."

Li Fengcheng quickly avoided it for fear of being too late.

Long Live the Lord looked forward to the stars and the moon, and finally hoped that His Highness would be willing to enter the palace. Naturally, he wanted to take a look at it again.

"Chen'er, come..." Emperor Yuan'an smiled and waved to Gu Qingchen, but Gu Qingchen only stood not far away and looked at him coldly, with distant and unfamiliar eyes.

"Are you still blaming me..." Seeing that he couldn't move, Emperor Yuan'an's smile faded from his face, and he lowered his hands sadly: "You should blame me. I caused you and your mother to suffer so much. This is the comeuppance I deserve."

"Your Majesty is serious, my little grandma has not suffered." Gu Qingchen interrupted him, with hatred in his eyes.

Emperor Yuan'an looked at him in disbelief, and then his eyes burst out with excitement: "Did Chen'er talk to me?"

Emperor Yuan'an looked at Li Fengcheng: "Really? Did Chen'er talk to me?"

At this moment, he doesn't look like an emperor guiding the country. Instead, he is clearly an ordinary person with a lost and recovered treasure.

Li Fengcheng nodded loudly: "Long live Lord, you heard correctly, His Highness spoke to you."

"I knew it, I knew it, hahaha, Chen'er still recognizes me as his father, hahaha." Emperor Yuan'an muttered to himself like a demon.

But before he could laugh twice more, a violent cough caused his straight back to arch.

The coughing gesture was as if he was about to cough up his lungs, with no sign of stopping. As he retched twice, dark red blood gushes out of his mouth, staining the brocade handkerchief in his hand red.

"Long live my lord." Li Fengcheng stepped forward in fear and was relieved.

Emperor Yuan'an's coughing did not stop because of his mouthful of blood. After he vomited blood, he coughed more violently. It was not until he spit out the second mouthful of blood that he fell back on his back as if he was relieved.

However, after vomiting out these two mouthfuls of blood, Emperor Yuan'an's face became even paler than before. He was obviously middle-aged but already looking old. This showed that the blood he vomited was his own essence and blood, and the more he vomited, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.

Gu Qingchen looked at this scene with cold eyes, then turned and left indifferently.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Emperor Yuan'an immediately raised his hand to call him, but his trembling hand froze after he raised it. Seeing the person disappear before his eyes, he shook his head bitterly, that's all...

Mr. Mo stepped forward, bowed and saluted, and said respectfully, "I have seen your Majesty."

"Mo Qing, you said Chen'er really blamed me for this... If I hadn't thrown Yu'er that night, wouldn't everything have been different..."

Emperor Yuan'an leaned weakly on the couch, looking feebly at the top of his head. The rose flower carved there was Yu'er's favorite look, but it was a pity that he destroyed his "rose flower" with his own hands.

"Your Highness just needs some time. The most important thing for His Majesty right now is to take good care of yourself."

Emperor Yuan'an sighed: "I'm afraid it's too late..."

He turned to look at Mr. Mo, the loving color in his eyes faded, and returned to the shrewd wisdom of the past emperors: "In the past, I wrote letters asking Chen'er to come to the palace, but there was no response. Why are you here in such a hurry today? Chen'er is Is there something wrong?"

"Your Majesty is worried. Your Majesty is worried about your dragon body, so you came here."

"When has Mo Qing been so dishonest?" Emperor Yuan'an looked at him: "Chen'er is here for that girl from the An family, right?"

Mr. Mo held up his hands and said, "How can outsiders compare with Your Majesty?"

"Hahahaha." Emperor Yuan'an laughed heartily: "Mo Qing still knows my heart well and knows what I love to hear most."

"The old minister is terrified."

Emperor Yuan'an listened attentively for a moment to the movement outside. Inside the palace, there were magnificent plans, the beams and pillars were painted with gold, and the main hall was empty and lifeless. He didn't hear the sound of rain hitting the windowsills at all.

"Li Fengcheng, go open the window. Why is it so quiet?"

Li Fengcheng glanced at the window and leaned forward to persuade: "Long live the Lord, please be careful when the cold air drifts in to cool down."

"Go if I tell you to. You talk a lot."

Li Fengcheng didn't dare to disobey, and hurriedly called someone to put up the window. The cold air slipped into the hall through the cracks, sweeping away the warmth of the hall.

Emperor Yuan'an took a deep breath and said with an expression of enjoyment: "Mo Qing, do you think the sound of the rain hitting the green tiles is pleasant?"

Mr. Mo looked at the half-carved window, as if remembering the past, a sad look flashed in his eyes, and he said: "My queen used to love hearing the rain the most..."

"Yes -" Emperor Yuan'an chuckled: "Time flies so fast, I am old in the blink of an eye."

"Your Majesty is in the prime of life, so where does he come from?"

"Mo Qing...I'm tired."

Mr. Mo seemed to not understand the meaning of his words. He clasped his fists and said solemnly: "Then I will not disturb His Majesty's rest." He took out a bottle of medicine from his arms and gave it to Li Fengcheng. He said: "This medicine should be given every hour." Your Majesty, taking one dose will temporarily relieve your Majesty's illness. I will go to the palace to see your Majesty tomorrow."

Li Fengcheng first glanced at Emperor Yuan'an and accepted it after seeing that he had no objection.

Mr. Mo turned around to leave, but before leaving, he looked at the half window again and said: "The cold is too cold and it will be harmful to your Majesty's body. Your Majesty should close the window earlier and take a rest."

"Mo Qing might have a message for me."

Mr. Mo paused and said, "Your Majesty, please tell me."

"You told Chen'er that as long as it was for him, I would do anything..."

Mr. Mo's hands trembled slightly, then he turned around and bowed: "Old minister, please retire."

Footsteps sounded in the hall, and then it became quiet.

Emperor Yuan'an leaned on the bed and watched the people leave, then looked in the direction of the window and slowly closed his eyes while listening to the sound of rain.