Funing Hall

It was a great event, but it ended like this in the end. No one present could have imagined it.

After Zhao Cong left, the rest of the people were not only shocked by His Majesty, but also panicked.

Princess Baoning said it was sealed, and it was really sealed.In the Jin Garden of the Jiang family, there are six gates, big and small, all of which are tightly closed now, and there are guards standing inside and outside the gates.And no living things are allowed within ten miles outside Jinyuan.Zhao Cong didn't bring too many guards with him when he came to Luoyang, but Zhao Zongning brought many.

She was worried about her brother and Xiao Shiyi, but she knew that there were more important things waiting for her to do at this time.

Whether it was officials present, students, or aristocratic families, she personally led people to investigate one by one.It is not enough to touch the whole body, but also to be taken down and undressed for further inspection.The imperial power is the highest, no one dares to resist, and these local officials and aristocratic families also know that His Majesty was assassinated in this area, and they will have nothing good to eat in the future, so it is time to cooperate with the investigation.

After checking the real master, and then checking the servants, maids, and guards they brought, in short, they did not check at all.

Due to the large number of people, it was getting late, but only a dozen or so houses were checked.

Che Xia who went to inquire about the situation came back, but brought back Qian Yuemo.

Zhao Zongning frowned: "Why is Concubine Shu here?"

"Knowing that the princess is worried about Your Majesty, I plan to come to tell you, but I met Che Xia on the way." Qian Yue paused and said with relief, "Princess, don't worry. Can sit, the wound has been bandaged."

"What about Little Eleven?"

"This—" Qian Yuemo didn't know what to say, after all, only he knew what Zhao Shiqi thought about His Majesty, but now she also knew that His Majesty treated Zhao Shiqi the same.

"What happened to Little Eleven?!" Zhao Zongning became even more anxious when he saw that she was silent.

Qian Yue smiled wryly.

How to say it.

It is true that His Majesty can still sit, but that expression——

When Zhao Shiqi was carried away, Zhao Cong didn't dare to look at him.

He didn't dare to look at it, he didn't know what he could do after watching it.

At that moment, he even wanted to kill everyone present.

He stabbed the assassin several times, and his mood gradually calmed down when he smelled the sticky smell of blood.

When Zhao Cong walked to the wing room where Zhao Shiqi was lying, the imperial doctor had prepared everything, but he didn't dare to draw his sword.Seeing him coming, he immediately knelt down: "Your Majesty, you are here!"

Zhao Cong frowned: "Why don't you draw your sword?"

"His Majesty--"

"Say."

"Your Majesty, I don't dare to turn Xiao Langjun's body, but only dare to confirm the approximate location of the penetration through the depth of the blade. Xiao Langjun's wound is on the left back, this—"

He didn't finish, but Zhao Cong understood.After all, ancient medical skills were limited. Pulling out the knife would cause massive bleeding. If the bleeding could not be stopped in time, the person would definitely die.Even if the imperial physician is skilled in medicine and lucky enough to pull out the knife and stop the bleeding in time, as long as the heart is really injured, it will still be a death sentence if it happens together at that time.

Zhao Cong knew all of this.

He also felt that he should be flustered, but he was really calm, too calm.He didn't hesitate at all, he just said calmly: "Pull."

"Yes." The imperial doctor agreed, and got a word from him. The imperial doctor felt relieved and said, "Your Majesty, your palm—"

"Draw the knife."

He is the emperor, so the imperial doctor was naturally more worried about him, and said again: "Your Majesty, I will draw the sword for Mr. Xiaolang, and let the servant of the lower official handle it for your majesty—"

Zhao Cong's voice was filled with impatience: "Draw out, the knife."

The imperial doctor shook, without further words, got up, washed his hands, and got ready for his servant to roll up his sleeves for him.The imperial doctor leaned forward to pull it out, turned around and looked at him: "Your Majesty, you—" The imperial doctor tried to persuade him not to look at it, it was too scary after all.

Zhao Cong still had the same word: "Pull."

The imperial doctor gritted his teeth, turned around and drew his knife.

Zhao Cong stood by the bed, watching the imperial doctor draw his sword.

Life or death is just a matter of luck, Zhao Shiqi's luck.

The imperial doctor was still looking for an angle, and the peace in Zhao Cong's mind was finally broken, but he still thought there was nothing to be afraid of.If Zhao Shishi really died this time, he and Zhao Shixi would die together.

This emperor, he is enough.

He thought he was worthy of the ancestors of the Zhao family at the top, and the officials and people at the bottom. The Zhao family's clan, except the Weijun Wang's family deserved what they deserved, which one did he treat well?He has a clear conscience, but others treat him like this, Zhao Shishi.

Better to die together.

This emperor, whoever wants to be, should go.

He is an outsider, why bother for the people here?

He lived in chaos at first, isn't it good?

He seemed to be still calm, but his mood had dropped to the lowest point in his life.

The imperial doctor finally found the right position, grabbed the handle of the knife, and pulled it out.

It's not as exaggerated as in the film and television drama, and it doesn't have the anger when he vented his hatred and inserted the knife before pulling it out. The moment the imperial doctor pulled out the knife, there was not even blood splashing out.The imperial doctor's medical skills are indeed excellent, he can find the angle well, but no matter how good he is, the blood will flow out continuously.The imperial doctor threw away the knife, and it was too late to talk to him, but with the help of several servants, he was busy stopping Zhao Shiqi's bleeding.

Zhao Cong finally noticed a trace of weakness coming from the depths of his body, and his feet gradually became weak. He couldn't help but took a step back, and his upper body seemed to be paralyzed.

Someone hugged him from behind, and he leaned against her unconsciously.

Rantao held back his tears and said softly, "Your Majesty, the servant girl is here, don't be afraid."

Zhao Cong was still leaning against her, obviously weak, but he still said calmly: "I'm not afraid."

Rantao was even more sad, she wanted to help Zhao Cong stand up.

Zhao Cong said again: "I am not afraid at all."

Rantao's tears couldn't be held back any longer, and they fell in clusters.Zhao Cong was extremely calm, but his body was also extremely soft.Later, when they came back to their senses, our maids came with Rantao, and they stepped forward to help him one after another.

Zhao Cong was supported by several court ladies, barely standing.

Even so, Zhao Cong still looked calm, and he asked, "Is he dead?"

The busy imperial doctor lowered his head and trembled again. He didn't dare to take it lightly, his hands were still busy, and he replied, "Your Majesty, I'm stopping the bleeding."

"Can you stop it?"

"Your Majesty, I am doing my best."

"If you can't stop, are you going to die?"

"..." The imperial doctor was speechless.

"How likely is he to die?"

"His Majesty--"

"Will he die?"

"Your Majesty—" The imperial doctor didn't know what to say other than calling him.

Zhao Cong asked in repeated voices: "Is the bleeding unstoppable? Is it possible to die even if it stops? Don't lie to me, did you hurt your heart? Is it certain death?"

"Your Majesty—" the imperial doctor said bitterly.

"Your Majesty..." Rantao cried and called him again.

Zhao Cong blinked and said, "I won't bother you, you stop the bleeding."

Qian Yuemo came back to her senses, and when she arrived in a hurry, Zhao Cong had already been supported by Ran Tao and sat on the side of the bed.

The imperial doctor had just stopped the bleeding for Zhao Shiqi. His face was full of sweat, and he was kneeling on the ground to report: "It has indeed touched the heart, but fortunately it only hurt the surface. Your Majesty, I have already applied medicine to the wound of Xiao Langjun." , it’s just that Xiao Langjun is bleeding too much, and I’m afraid he will be unconscious for a long time before he wakes up.”

"When will I wake up?"

"Your Majesty, if you can wake up in three days, you will be fine."

"What if you can't wake up?" Zhao Cong asked calmly, "Is he going to die?"

Zhao Cong said "death", the imperial doctor was flustered, but he gritted his teeth and replied: "Yes, if you don't wake up within three days, you will die."

Zhao Cong was silent.

She was so silent that Qian Yuemo couldn't bear the depression. She stepped forward and said softly: "Your Majesty, will my concubine bandage your wound?" Zhao Cong also bled a lot, the blood had even congealed, and his left palm was blood red In a mess.But he couldn't feel any pain at all. Hearing Qian Yuemo's voice, he subconsciously said, "Concubine Shu is familiar with medical books, is there a way to wake up Xiao Shiyi quickly? Is there a way to wake him up immediately ?”

Qian Yuemo smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty, there is nothing yet."

Zhao Cong was taken aback for a moment, looked down at his hand, and gradually came to his senses, he also laughed, laughing at himself.

The imperial doctor took the opportunity and said: "Your Majesty, I'm going to boil the medicine. Although Mr. Xiaolang is unconscious, he has to find a way to drink some medicine. It's better to drink medicine than not drink at all."

"Go."

The imperial doctor saluted, turned around and took his servant to make medicine, and Rantao went to help with him.When the imperial doctor came to Luoyang, he must not have brought enough medicinal materials, and there was nowhere to buy them at the foot of the mountain. The Jiang family should have medicinal materials, so she had to ask.

After they left, Zhao Cong looked sideways at Zhao Shiqi who was lying on his stomach.

With the wound on his back, Zhao Shiqi could only lie on his stomach like this.

From that moment until now, he has not seen Zhao Shiqi's face.

He still didn't dare to look.

Seeing his appearance, Qian Yuemo suddenly understood.She smiled in relief, went to wash her hands, took the utensils left by the imperial doctor, knelt down beside Zhao Cong, and said softly: "Your Majesty, I will bandage your wound."

Zhao Cong was dispensable and did not speak.

Qian Yuemo lowered her eyes and carefully treated the wound for him. After the blood was removed, Qian Yuemo couldn't help but inhale when she saw the wound.The opening was extremely long and deep, and when she looked up again, Zhao Cong still looked at Zhao Shiqi indifferently.She also felt uncomfortable in her heart, endured the discomfort, and her hands were more gentle, applying medicine for him, and then bandaging him.

After everything was done, she got up and stood with Zhao Cong.

She also had mixed feelings in her heart.

No wonder Zhao Shiqi loathed her so much, for His Majesty, he would die, no matter how qualified he is, who else would?And the atmosphere was peaceful at that time, everyone talked and laughed at Yan Yan, did he pay more attention to His Majesty, so that he could immediately find out that something was wrong and rush forward in time?

If it's a little later, it's just one breath.

The emperor of their Song Dynasty will...

She bowed her head and sighed secretly.I feel bad for the two of them.

She has already seen that His Majesty and Mr. Xiao Lang are happy with each other, but the world is like this, what will happen to the two of them?If you like someone, you will definitely be willing to hold hands with him, and even more so that the light will appear under the sun.But of them, one is the emperor, and the other is the prince of the palace.One is an uncle and the other is a nephew.

How can we face Tianguang honestly?

As she thought about it, she also thought of herself, and her eyes couldn't help becoming more sad.

Until Rantao and the imperial doctor came back again, Rantao held the medicine bowl in his own hands, and the two of them returned to their senses respectively.

Zhao Cong immediately said: "Feed the medicine."

"Yes." Rantao stepped forward, and the imperial doctor and servant carefully turned Zhao Shiqi over. Because there was a wound on his back, he couldn't lean on the bed, otherwise he would touch the wound. The imperial doctor had to lean on him, Zhao Cong said first, "Let him lean on me."

"...Yes." The imperial doctor did not dare to refute at all at this time, but carefully placed Zhao Shiqi in Zhao Cong's arms, Zhao Cong stretched out his arms around Zhao Shiqi's waist and neck, and he finally saw Zhao Shiqi's face.

He had seen the most embarrassing appearance of Xiao Shiyi. Back then when he entered the palace pretending to be a fool, he was bullied by the lady in the back garden. His face was covered with dust, but it was nothing more than that.After washing, his complexion was still normal, and it was so lively that he thought the Zhao family finally had a different person.

But at this time, Zhao Shiqi was just like him, with no trace of blood on his face.

He originally thought that he was already at the point of pain, and there was nothing to make him hurt again, but seeing such a face, he realized that heartache really has no bottom line.

He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Feed the medicine."

Rantao carefully pried open Zhao Shiqi's lips with a porcelain spoon, but couldn't feed the medicine in.No matter how she tried, it didn't work, and all the concoction spilled out.

The imperial doctor said: "Drinking this medicine can stop the bleeding and make your son wake up earlier. Why don't you let someone take the medicine by mouth?"

Zhao Cong nodded.

The imperial doctor was about to call the servant behind him, but Zhao Cong said, "Let's all go out, and Rantao stay."

"..." The imperial doctor didn't dare to say any more, saluted, turned around and went out.

Qian Yuemo hesitated.

Zhao Cong didn't care, she simply stayed and watched from the side.

Zhao Cong stretched out his hand towards Rantao: "Here is the bowl."

Rantao handed it to him, and he reached out to take the medicine bowl, took a sip, and lowered his head to feed Zhao Shiqi the medicine.

Qian Yuemo and Ran Tao were stunned together.

Things like crossing medicine by mouth have always been done by servants.

This is Your Majesty!

Rantao was still a little confused, but Qian Yuemo's heart gradually cleared up. She thought sadly, for His Majesty, it's not just about taking medicine, right?

Zhao Cong never thought that he would have a day to kiss Xiao Shiyi.

He never thought that this day would be like this.

He fed the medicine into Zhao Shiqi's mouth one mouthful after another. The medicine was bitter, and he was always afraid of bitter things.No matter how bitter the medicine was at this time, it was not as painful as himself, and he said "wake up" over and over again in his heart.

He was sad and aching in his heart, but he fed the medicine meticulously.Rantao and Qian Yuemo didn't speak, only the occasional sound when he was feeding the medicine.

After barely feeding the bowl of medicine, he handed the bowl to Rantao: "Help him to the ground."

Qian Yuemo took the initiative to take the bowl away, Rantao and him helped Zhao Shiqi lie down on the bed, and then covered him with a quilt.

After doing this, Zhao Cong turned around and sat down beside the bed, and said to Rantao and Qian Yue who was putting the medicine bowl on the table with his back, "It just so happens that I also have something to say to you."

Qian Yuemo turned around, exchanged a glance with Rantao, and said together: "Please speak, Your Majesty."

"One of you is my personal female official, and the other is my concubine and close friend. I don't want to hide it from you." After Zhao Cong finished speaking, he smiled again, "Actually, I don't want to hide it from anyone."

He raised his head again: "Every time Yueniang comes back to my palace, she just sleeps on the couch and has no physical contact with me. Rantao, you have always known it, but you just don't say it."

Rantao lowered his head: "Yes, the maid has always known."

"You must be wondering why this is."

The two dare not speak.

"I am indeed weak, but not so far." Zhao Cong lowered his head, stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Shiqi's rare soft hand, and squeezed Zhao Shiqi's fingers. He remembered Xiao Shiyi's ambiguous appearance every time he pinched his fingers with him, and the corners of his mouth could not help showing Smiling, "It's true that I already have someone in my heart."

"Your Majesty? Who is it?" Rantao asked curiously.

Zhao Cong and Zhao Shiqi intertwined their fingers, he gently raised his hand and Zhao Shiqi's, raised his head, and smiled: "It's him."