Rescue Little White Flower

The fear of death is innate to human beings, but the reaction of the little emperor obviously exceeded Zhao Xingyue's expectations.

He took Zhao Xingyue's hand, as if a drowning man grabbed the only rescue. His face was pale, his lips trembled, and there was unconcealable terror in his eyes, "No, sister won't die, I won't I will not let Sister A die, I will not allow Sister A to die, Sister A can’t die..."

Speaking of the back, he even started to talk incoherently.

"Zhao Xingchen!"

The little emperor closed his mouth in Zhao Xingyue's anger. He looked at Zhao Xingyue, dumbfounded, and still a little lost.

Before Zhao Xingyue could speak, his tears fell first.

He looked at Zhao Xingyue with imploring eyes: "Sister A said, she will stay with me forever, you can't die..."

Zhao Xingyue sighed, "Chen'er, people will always die, sister will die, you will die too, life and death is a process, nothing terrible."

"But I am the emperor, I am the emperor, I don't want you to die, you can't die. Let's go to Master Linghui. He has lived for more than two hundred years, and he must know how to save you—"

"Linghui is dead." Zhao Xingyue said indifferently.

"died?"

The little emperor's eyes looked particularly hollow. After a while, he asked incredulously, "How could he die? Didn't it mean that Master Linghui was the reincarnation of an immortal? How could he die?"

Zhao Xingyue gently stroked his sweat-drenched hair, and whispered: "Chen'er, everyone will die. No one can stay with anyone forever. You must know this."

"You really don't need to fear death. Death is just a separation, just like when I went out to fight when you were in the palace, but this time, I can't come back."

"What's more, people have reincarnation, maybe we can still be brothers and sisters in the next life... I know you are afraid of death, especially afraid of my death, but Zhao Xingchen, I absolutely, absolutely do not allow you to learn from the first emperor, to practice the art of longevity, life and death Reincarnation is the law of nature, no one can live forever, even the gods are no exception. People have birth, old age, sickness and death, gods also have five decays, you are the emperor, hunting on behalf of the sky, no need for longevity, your own arrangements, if I die Later, knowing you learned those absurd things, I will not spare you lightly."

The little emperor's eyes widened.

He is a wise man and easily understood what Zhao Xingyue said.

But the amount of information contained in it made him dumbfounded, and he couldn't believe it.

"Sister...you..."

Zhao Xingyue patted his head gently: "Good boy, you will be obedient, right?"

The little emperor swallowed his saliva and nodded obediently.

The siblings spoke for a while, and Zhao Xingyue drove the little emperor away on the grounds that as the emperor, he was not allowed to go out of the palace without authorization.

Watching the back of the little emperor leaving, she bends the corners of her lips, pulling out a helpless arc.

If she is someone else, she would naturally not say this to each other, but Zhao Xingchen is the son of the emperor, the son of the emperor, and the son of the heavens. Although this is only a mortal saying to improve the power of the emperor, as the Ziwei Emperor, the emperor of each generation is indeed All are the reincarnations of immortals from the tribulations. If Zhao Xingchen can work hard to manage Daqing, maybe after she returns to the underworld, she can still see each other in the heavenly gathering.

It's just that maybe then, that fairy who has the same soul as Zhao Xingchen, I'm afraid she will never remember her cheap sister.

These words shouldn't have been said, but Zhao Xingchen's reaction made Zhao Xingyue see the fear hidden inside.

People are afraid of death, and sitting in the position of the emperor, the supreme right, will make people more nostalgic and more afraid of the coming of death.

After all, for ordinary people, everything they once held in their hands is gone when they die.

Zhao Xingyue knew how ridiculous and terrifying things an emperor who was afraid of death and lusted for power would do.

The first emperor, the original father, had already set a good example for her and Zhao Xingchen.

This is a generation of Mingjun, who has been conscientiously in power for decades, but when he was old, he was addicted to the art of alchemy and longevity. His sons fighting in the nest made the country into a mess, but he only knew that there was a drunken dream between the beauty and the pill. The end was still reluctant to let go of the power in his hands, so that Daqing had gone through a rather dark period in his last ten years in power, if it were not for the support of several powerful ministers-including the greedy Shen Yihuan, as well as The princess' Zhao Xingyue has been guarding the border, and this country has fallen apart and ceased to exist in those ten years.

For an emperor, the crime of subjugation is extremely serious. It does not refer to the crime in the history books, but refers to the causal connection. If Daqing died in the hands of Zhao Xingchen, I am afraid that no matter where he is reincarnated, It is very likely that they will be taken out of the fairy bones, entered into reincarnation, and become an ordinary person again.

Zhao Xingyue's kindness is not much, but Zhao Xingchen's wholehearted trust melted the barriers in her heart, revealing a ray of tenderness for him.

Although the price was after saying that, she felt a burst of exhaustion from the heart.

Shen Qingwei is not far away. Thanks to the dark environment of the dungeon, her hearing has improved a lot. Even after a distance of dozens of steps, she still listened to the conversation between the two siblings.

She did not express any opinions, but appeared in front of Zhao Xingyue after the emperor left.

"tired?"

"Push me back to the bedroom."

The wind blew her face softly, and Shen Qingwei's heart was at peace like never before. She knew that she was dead soon in a wheelchair, but after she waited, the panic that rushed to her suddenly disappeared like the tide, leaving behind the calm beach after being baptized.

"Are you afraid of death?"

Shen Qingwei hugged Zhao Xingyue.

So light.

Zhao Xingyue was much lighter than Shen Qingwei had imagined. Even though she was not a strong son, she still easily picked her up and put her on the bed.

Only then did she feel how thin Zhao Xingyue really was.

Among the white trouser legs, there are almost only bones left in the thin legs. When Shen Qingwei picked her up, it was not as if she was hugging an adult woman, but as if she was hugging a child or a skeleton.

Being placed on the bed, Zhao Xingyue raised her eyes, always watching Shen Qingwei.

Then, she saw a smile in the eyes she was watching.

Such a smile was so gentle but firm, she heard her say: "I am not afraid of death, I am only afraid of losing you."

Zhao Xingyue's mood suddenly improved. She dropped Shen Qingweila on the bed, let her lean on her, and rubbed her chin with her fingers, "You won't lose me."

She said: "You will be mine," the inexplicable emotion in her heart made her emphasize again, "You will always be mine."

Shen Qingwei raised her eyes and looked into her eyes. This act of declaring ownership as an object did not arouse her disgust. Instead, she leaned forward very actively and kissed the corner of Zhao Xingyue's lips, as if she was branding. .

"Yes, I am yours."

…

Zhao Xingyue, who was in poor health, fell into a deep sleep without saying much.

She now sleeps half of the day in the day.

Her official duties were pushed to others. The emperor was not a waste. It wasn't that she couldn't do anything without her sister. What's more, both the original body and Zhao Xingyue were fully prepared. I started training when I didn't return to Beijing.

Not to mention the existence of Shen Qingwei.

It was just that during the time she was with Zhao Xingyue, she completely abandoned her official duties and stayed with Zhao Xingyue wholeheartedly. All her ambitions that had emerged in officialdom disappeared in this mansion, her sharp and cunning, It has also been restrained, as gentle as every woman in love.

She accompanies Zhao Xingyue to sleep every day, wakes up with her, accompanies her to eat, take a walk, and even take a bath. For Zhao Xingyue, she also learnt the culinary skills specifically so that she can cook for her by herself.

But goodness is always short-lived.

Happiness is like quicksand in your hands, it has passed before you hold it tightly.

The winter has not completely passed, Zhao Xingyue's body has come to an end.

The flowers in the garden have been carefully fed by the gardener, and many of their tails have opened in winter. The fragrance of flowers in the air brings the breath of spring.

Shen Qingwei is studying for Zhao Xingyue.

What she was reading was a book of travel notes, which were things that Zhao Xingyue would not have read in the past.

These recreational gadgets are placed in the library, and most of them are the ladies in the boudoir who are willing to buy.

Occasionally, she would look up, look at Zhao Xingyue, exchange a look, and then quickly avoid it, her cheeks blushing.

Even though they had kissed more than once, even with their skins facing each other, she still instinctively felt flushed in front of Zhao Xingyue.

The misunderstanding about her mother was also resolved under Zhao Xingyue's reproach.

Shen Qingwei still remembers what Zhao Xingyue said to herself—

"Qingwei, although I sometimes say that you are very similar to your mother, you two are completely different... To me, she is an older sister and a younger sister, but by no means a lover. I admire her talent and admire her. Her looks, but I don’t love her."

"I love you, and I love you when you and I first met, you looked humble but arrogant."

"You are different to me. I don't have the patience to teach everyone. The moment you appear in front of me, I know that you are mine."

Zhao Xingyue turned her head slightly and looked at the people sitting next to her. Unlike most of the princess's mansion, even the little emperor who was far away in the palace, she was so peaceful with Shen Qingwei who was next to her every day.

No panic, no mercy, no fear...

Nothing at all.

On Shen Qingwei, she could not find a trace of her dying.

Even everyone in this mansion reminded her of the fact that she was short-lived with sad eyes.

She knows what Shen Qingwei thinks, but—

Can not.

The Long Princess Mansion was once again filled up by imperial physicians, but soon, these imperial physicians who could be proud of the princes and nobles, like dumplings out of the pot, knelt one by one in the courtyard of the Long Princess Mansion. .

There are only three people left in the room.

Zhao Xingyue first looked at Zhao Xingchen, her brother looked haggard a lot, his eyes were red, and his eyes were bruised.

"Chen'er, take good care of yourself, take good care of Daqing, A sister will look at you in the sky."

Zhao Xingchen nodded heavily.

Immediately, she looked at Shen Qingwei.

Shen Qingwei's eyes were as lingering as before, and after Zhao Xingyue looked over, she even showed a small smile.

"come over."

She walked over without any resistance, knelt down beside Zhao Xingyue's bed, ignoring the existence of the little emperor as she did last time.

"Alive." Without looking at Shen Qingwei's mouth that grew up because of herself, Zhao Xingyue exhausted all her energy, staring at her eyes, and said one by one: "You are not allowed to die in love, this palace does not allow you to die in love, this is an order."

Shen Qingwei's cheeks became pale inch by inch in her black eyes, Zhao Xingyue even saw her bright and gentle eyes, and gradually lost his expression.

But she just said: "...I want you to live."