Quick wear: Stunning witch lives a long life by giving birth to children

Jiang Qingxue calmed down. She was indeed feeling very uncomfortable. She just wanted to close her eyes and end this as soon as possible.

But no, she still had things to deal with. She thought about it, took out a pill from her sleeve and spread it in the palm of her hand.

"This is a puzzle pill. Eating it can make people smarter and more transparent. Xing Hui and Xing Yan have both taken it. This is for you..."

Only by making Song Zhuochi smarter can she better protect her two children. She sincerely hoped that Song Zhuochi would be well. Even if there would be other women around him in the future, she would accept it as long as he was good to the children.

Anyway, Song Zhuochi will not have a third child.

He should know what is more important to him, women and children.

Song Zhuochi pinched the elixir from her palm, and a gleam of light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Qingxue, don't you have an elixir? Think about it quickly. Are there any antidote pills? Or resurrecting pills? I will send someone back to Nanshan Villa to get them."

Jiang Qingxue closed her eyes tiredly.

"No more. This is the last one. Eat it quickly."

Song Zhuochi took the elixir, but did not eat it, but put it in his arms. He remembered Jiang Qingxue's resurrection from the dead last time, and still held a glimmer of hope in his heart. He hugged the person in his arms tighter. It seemed that he wanted to give her a little strength.

"We'll be arriving at the palace soon. Just hold on and don't sleep."

Jiang Qingxue could no longer hold on. The poisonous arrow was piercing her heart. Although it didn't hurt, it caused her heart and lungs to rapidly fail. Her heart palpitated and she was short of breath. Even her breathing was whimpering.

She used all her strength to say the last words.

"Don't forget Xinghui... I really have to leave..."

After saying that, she slowly closed her eyes. She knew that she must look ugly now. She didn't want to struggle to her death anymore. She just wanted to leave peacefully. She didn't want Song Zhuochi to see her ugliest side.

"Qingxue..."

"Qingxue, wake up..."

Song Zhuochi called her in a low voice.

There were warm tears falling on her cheeks and neck, which soon became cold again. Song Zhuochi's big calloused hands brushed over her in panic, and more tears followed.

Jiang Qingxue thought, it turned out that Song Zhuochi could cry so much. He must have been a crybaby when he was a child! The kind of person who secretly hides and cries.

Her consciousness was still there, even for a long time. She could hear the sound of the carriage braking suddenly, the panic and shouting of the people in the palace, and Cai's heart-wrenching cry.

"My life is miserable, how could this happen..."

Finally, everything slowly returned to calm.

She seemed to be placed on the bed and covered with a quilt. Then, a pair of slightly trembling big hands held her hand tightly and held it for a long, long time...

……

Jiang Qingxue is really dead.

But Song Zhuochi didn't believe it. The servants scrubbed Jiang Qingxue clean and changed her clothes, then they wanted to carry her into the coffin, but Song Zhuochi stopped the servants angrily.

"Qingxue will wake up. If she finds herself in the coffin when she wakes up, she will definitely be scared."

The servants looked at each other, they all thought the prince was crazy.

Song Zhuochi reprimanded impatiently.

"Go and call the imperial doctor. Why isn't the imperial doctor here today?"

Song Wu stepped forward cautiously.

"Yes, my subordinates will hurry up!"

The imperial doctor checked Jiang Qingxue's pulse for three days. They also thought Song Zhuochi was crazy, but they didn't dare to say anything, so they had to bravely continue to come to the palace.

Jiang Qingxue's body was left there for half a month without any sign of waking up. It was already early summer, and the weather was getting hotter day by day. Song Zhuochi had someone get an ice coffin and put Jiang Qingxue in it.

"Enter the palace and send word that Your Majesty has come to the palace."

The little emperor had been inquiring about the news about the palace. Even the imperial doctor would go to him to report back every day when he returned to the palace. He knew that Song Zhuochi was really angry this time. He had not gone to court for half a month.

Song Zhuochi asked him to go to the palace, but he didn't dare not go.

He also wanted to admit his mistake and ease the relationship.

Song Zhuochi didn't give him a chance to relax, he pushed the little emperor to the ground.

"Kneel down, kneel in front of Qingxue's spirit. She will come back to life, and you can get up."

The little emperor's eyes widened and he could not hide his anger.

"I am the king, you want me to kneel down to her?"

Song Zhuochi pressed his head down and slammed it against the bluestone floor.

"If you want my life, you can find other ways. Why are you so impatient? You are only ten years old this year? Without my help, can you really hold on to this position?"

The blood on the little emperor's forehead soon stained the ground red. He was panicking, fearing that Song Zhuochi had called him here today just to take his life and avenge Jiang Qingxue.

He was so frightened that he cried.

"I was wrong, Brother Chi. For the sake of the late emperor, please let me go. You promised the late emperor that you would not hurt me..."

Song Zhuochi's men tried harder and hit him harder.

"The late emperor also said that if you are useless, you will be deposed and a new successor will be selected from the clan."

The little emperor's face turned pale with fear and he pretended to faint. It was not until the evening that he was sent back to the palace by the royal family. The imperial doctor continued to diagnose and treat him for half the night.

The next day, the courtiers knew the truth about the little emperor's injury, and everyone was furious. For a time, there were a mountain of articles to impeach Song Zhuochi.

Song Zhuochi turned a deaf ear. He guarded the ice coffin for another half month, but Jiang Qingxue still didn't wake up. He knew that this time she was really gone.

When Song Zhuochi came out of the mourning hall, he seemed to have aged ten years overnight, and the green hair on his temples had turned to white hair. Everyone in the palace was silently weeping and lamenting!

Song Zhuochi's expression was as calm as water.

"Bury me!"

……

Jiang Qingxue's funeral caused a sensation in the capital, not only because the funeral was grand enough, but also because Song Zhuochi personally carved the tombstone and wrote a few large characters.

----The tomb of his beloved wife Jiang Qingxue.

Although he was not married to a matchmaker and had no hair, in his heart, he had already regarded her as his wife, but she couldn't see it anymore.

On the third day after Jiang Qingxue was buried, he entered the palace. Everyone thought he was there to settle accounts, but he took off his official hat and uniform in front of all the civil and military ministers.

"Your Majesty has grown up. As the regent, I should retire. I hope that your Majesty will take care of the people of our country and don't make any mistakes again. There is an elixir here, which I would like to give to your Majesty."

The little emperor smiled sarcastically.

"Since I am a fairy, how can I win people's love?"

Song Zhuochi threw the box on the ground and walked away.

"This elixir can make dim people's ears and eyes clear. Your Majesty needs it more than I do."

The little emperor's face turned red with shame.

"I……"

The courtiers had no time to care about the little emperor and followed Song Zhuochi one after another.

"Prince Regent, are you really giving up?"

"Zhong Wuguo can't live without you."

"You are a gentleman, how can you go back on your word and live up to the trust entrusted by the late emperor?"

Song Zhuochi turned around and looked at everyone coldly.

"You are also the one who impeached me, right? The country of Zhongwu will be handed over to you and other capable ministers."

He was not a person who was greedy for power, and he was even more disheartened at this moment.

The little emperor thought he was playing tricks and sent people to the palace to invite him more than ten times. The last time, people from the palace told him that the regent had left the capital for half a month.

The little emperor felt faintly excited.

"Prince Regent, is he really gone?"

He finally got rid of this trouble in his heart. He took out the elixir and asked all the imperial doctors to check it carefully before taking it boldly. He wanted to prolong his life and be smart.

This Zhongwu country belongs to him.

……

Song Zhuochi took Xingyan to Zhaoguang Temple.

"Xingyan, let's go pick up your brother."

Xingyan already had a guess in her mind, but she didn't dare to ask directly, so she just said.

"I want to see my mother."

Song Zhuochi touched her hair gently.

"First pick up my brother, and then go to Yunzhou to see my mother."

When they saw Xing Hui, he was kneeling on the futon, banging the wooden fish religiously and chanting words. He was only one and a half years old and could already recite all the scriptures skillfully.

Song Zhuochi believed even more that the elixir was real.

He waited until Xing Hui finished reciting the sutra, then went over and squatted next to him.

"Xinghui, I am your father, and this is your sister. We are here to take you home."

Xing Hui looked at him suspiciously for a long time and said seriously.

"I can't leave. I have to wait for the female donor. She said she would come to me."

Song Zhuochi touched his tender eyebrows and burst into tears with laughter.

"The female donor couldn't come, so she asked me to pick you up."

Xing Hui still shook his head.

"I do not believe."

Song Zhuochi waved and asked Song Wu to take a painting and spread it out in front of him.

"The female benefactor you are waiting for, is she? She is your mother."

Xingyan burst into tears when she saw Jiang Qingxue's portrait.

"Mother..."

Xing Hui also had red eyes, pursed his lips, and pointed at the portrait with his little finger in embarrassment.

"Female donor, mother..."

Song Zhuochi got into the carriage with a child in his arms, followed by Song Wu, Song Qi, Vanilla, wet nurse, and a group of more than ten people, heading towards Yunzhou thousands of miles away.

Other secret guards followed secretly.

……

After the little emperor took the elixir, his mind became increasingly clearer and his mind became broader. When he thought of Song Zhuochi, he felt ashamed, but he knew that he had no face to face it, so he stopped looking for him.

After Song Zhuochi settled in Yunzhou, he personally taught his two children's studies every day, and took them to plant flowers, raise cats, ducks, and fish.

He has never remarried in his life, and his two children have already gotten married. He was once a lone star in the sky, but he now has a happy family full of children and grandchildren.

When he was seventy-three years old, he finally left. He asked someone to dig out Jiang Qingxue's portrait. He looked at the portrait for a long time and died with a smile.

"Qingxue, I'm here to find you..."