nine words

After returning from Mount Hepi, Chu Jiuge remained silent and enjoyed the long-lost peace in the palace alone.Mo Huaichun knew that he had something on his mind, and knew the identity of Daoist Qingxu. He didn't want to make him sad, but also wanted to get news about Chu Zhiyi, so he ignored his order to "be alone and quiet" and went to visit Chu. Nine songs.

From a long distance away, Mo Huaichun heard the sound of the qin from the palace. The melody is sad and melodious, long and endless, as if fingertips are entangled with the strings and plucking. It is not difficult to imagine the mood of the player at the moment.

Mo Huaichun came closer to have a look, and saw Chu Jiuge lying on the piano, his back bent like a straw that could not lift his spirits, his fingertips were trembling, and he could hardly pluck the tight strings.

"What's wrong! Tell me, what's wrong!"

Mo Huaichun hurriedly stepped forward to support Chu Jiuge, made him fall back into his arms, and called him softly, fearing that he would lose consciousness.

Unexpectedly, Chu Jiuge's situation was far worse than he imagined. His eyes were dull, and he spit out a big mouthful of blood. Even Mo Huaichun was startled. He didn't expect Chu Jiuge to be exhausted, causing his condition to deteriorate so quickly. , Immediately helped Chu Jiuge up, and patted his back lightly to make him spit out the blood, for fear that the blood would get stuck in his throat, and he would not be able to catch his breath and suffocate to death.

"Hey! Be sober, don't die!"

For a while, Mo Huaichun also seemed a little at a loss, and hurriedly called for help to lift Chu Jiuge to the couch, pressed his chest, forced out the congestion in his body, asked someone to boil hot rice soup, and poured it down the mouth. Then press the abdomen to wash away the remaining blood in Chu Jiuge's stomach.

Mo Huaichun didn't want to save him, even if he was saved, it would only prolong the pain. He was already terminally ill and there was no cure for it. Rather than suffering for too long, it would be better for him to be relieved earlier.

Chu Jiuge was conscious, cold sweat had already soaked the brocade quilt under his body, and his fingers were tightly clasped, as if struggling to die.

"Doctor Mo, it hurts so much..."

Chu Jiuge pressed his abdomen, turned sideways and curled himself up to relieve the pain. Now he can finally feel the fear and helplessness of Chang Lingge before he died. suffer from the same disease.Mo Huaichun looked at Chu Jiuge's pale face, powerless.

"I can only relieve your pain temporarily. This is not a long-term solution, but you will not live for a long time." Mo Huaichun took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a pill from it, and put it in Chu Jiuge In his mouth, he poured warm water into it.

Earlier, he had refined this elixir just in case.This medicine can't cure his disease, and it's also highly poisonous, only in a small amount, it won't kill people instantly, it can paralyze the nerves and relieve the pain.

Sure enough, after Chu Jiuge swallowed it, his expression was relieved for a moment. After the painful struggle, he looked very haggard, leaning on the pillow, like a fragile porcelain doll, bloodless and fragile.

"After recovering, I think you can leave your last words. With your current situation, you may die at any time. Why don't you use your mouth to say a few encouraging words and let him live for a few more years, otherwise I think that Love can't live for a few years." Inside and outside the words, Mo Huaichun was complaining that Chu Jiuge didn't pay attention to his body. "Although I don't know what you know at Mount Hepi, but in troubled times, no matter what news I hear, I won't be surprised. Even considering the king's mood, you shouldn't treat yourself like this."

"...I didn't want to die. If I could ask for help, I would never delay until now. Unexpectedly, at that time, I couldn't even cry out..."

Chu Jiuge's voice was as light as a gossamer, and only his breath was weak. Mo Huaichun knew that the medicine given to him in the past had relieved his pain to a certain extent. After the effect of the medicine wore off, he couldn't bear it at all. Illness, carelessness and not being by his side are also at fault, and I can't blame him entirely.

"Have you ever thought about what to do in the days to come? You won't last long with this body."

"...Let's take one step at a time. Now I want to live more than anyone else, so naturally I won't do anything dangerous. Doctor Mo, is there any way to make me live two more days?"

Mo Huaichun turned his head and answered clearly: "No." As he said, he put the porcelain bottle into the Chu Jiu Singer, "But this medicine can relieve your pain, so you can pretend that you are not sick. Jump around for two more days, and then die at a time of surprise, and you can leave your name in history."

Chu Jiuge smiled, and stretched out his hand to Mo Huaichun, "Why don't you tell me how long I can live?"

Mo Huaichun was silent for a moment, put Chu Jiuge's arm back on the quilt, looked into the pool of blue eyes, as if he could see through his mind with a single glance. "You know medicine yourself, why don't you take your own pulse?"

Chu Jiuge was stunned for a moment, and seemed to ask himself once in his heart, why didn't he tell himself the date of his death?

Once in the Palace of King Wei, he told Yu Jingnian that he would die in the 18th year of Tiancheng, and now three years have passed, the time stolen will come to an end, unbearable pain is the punishment given to him by heaven.

"Because... I hope you lie to me..."

Such a simple and sincere answer hurt Mo Huaichun's heart.

It is precisely because he cannot deceive himself that he hopes to deceive himself and others through the mouth of others.How sad that the once glorious national teacher has fallen into such a humble place...

Chu Jiuge's illness has indeed reached the point where he cannot recover from it, but Mo Huaichun always believes that as long as the patient is in a happy mood, even terminally ill patients can relatively prolong their lifespan.Although he didn't know whether it was right or wrong to prolong Chu Jiuge's pain, at least for this moment, Chu Jiuge wanted to live.That being the case, as a doctor, he must do his best to rescue him.

"I never tell patients how long they can live, you just try your best to live until you die."

Mo Huaichun's speech was like Hua Yilian's, and he began to dislike Chu Jiuge more and more. It was not because he hated Chu Jiuge in his heart, but because he should be a more forceful insinuation to encourage people who are about to die.Bad words are always more memorable than good words. Now that Chu Jiuge is seriously ill, maybe it would be good to let him feel more about the world.

Since the onset of illness that day, the Imperial Dining Room has been cooking some chicken soup and porridge for Chu Jiuge every day, hoping to improve his condition. Even so, the latter still can't eat much, so Mo Huaichun said Forcing him to eat, even if he doesn't eat much, is like being executed every day, which makes Chu Jiuge miserable.

I don't know how long it has been like this, but King Yan's Palace finally received the news that Xi Sui is about to return with his troops.Chu Jiuge knew that they must have been defeated, otherwise they must have planted the banner of the Southern Kingdom on the palace of Chu Kingdom by now, and sent messengers back on fast horses to report the news.

"It's not as I expected. Conquering the Chu State is definitely not an easy task overnight."

"In that case, why don't you advise the king not to send troops?"

Speaking of this, Chu Jiuge smiled weakly, "In his whole life, he has won enough battles and almost never failed. He annexed the Yan State, Qi State and Ji State without a single soldier, and let him enjoy all the things he gets for nothing Fun, I am afraid that he will suffer because of it in the future, so I can only tell him in this way that the king of a country should not get carried away with complacency."

After finishing speaking, he asked Mo Huaichun to help him up, and walked to the bronze mirror, looking at his thin and haggard face, Chu Jiuge finally picked up the long-lost hairbrush, dusted the rouge on his cheeks, and faked a fake rosy face .

"I can't appear in front of him like that, he will be worried..."

Mo Huaichun sighed deeply, regretting in his heart that such a rare talent as Chu Jiuge was going to die soon. Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps in the distance, he helped Chu Jiuge out of the room to welcome the returning Xun Sui.

Sure enough, Xie Sui rode a black horse and walked ahead of the crowd. With his armor removed, he was covered in blood, swaying on the horse's back, looking overwhelmed.Chu Jiuge hurried forward and asked him where he was injured and whether it was okay.

"This blood is not mine, but Jingnian's. You should go and see how he is."

Xun Sui leaned on his shoulders and got off the horse. The moment he stood on the ground, he was dizzy, and he staggered a few steps before being supported by Mo Huai Chun, who checked his injuries.

"Jingnian, how are you?"

Chu Jiuge's anxious tone warmed Yu Jingnian's heart, and he couldn't bear to make him worry, so he replied, "It's not a problem, it's just a skin injury. Compared to me, General Shen has a head injury and is still awake."

Hearing what he said, Chu Jiuge, who was worried, went to the carriage to check on Shen Huafeng's condition. A few bloodstains left from his forehead, which had dried up now. The wound seemed to be caused by the impact of a heavy object. The poison was controlled by someone, and the injuries caused by kneeling and kowtowing in the Golden Luan Hall were somewhat similar.After questioning, it was discovered that Shen Huafeng was entangled in the rope thrown by the Chu army, forcibly pulled off the horse, and was dragged for a long distance before being rescued.

"He woke up just now, and he doesn't remember what happened when he was injured at all. I'm really afraid that he will fall to the root of the disease."

Chu Jiuge looked around, and everyone was more or less injured, which shows how fierce this war is, but only that person is missing.

"Jingnian, what about Changqing?"

Chu Jiuge's voice was not loud, but it silenced everyone in an instant. This dead silence made Chu Jiuge feel strongly uneasy, but he still had a little hope in his heart and asked again.

"What about Xu Changqing?"

Xi Sui sat on the side, bare-chested in the cold weather, letting Mo Huaichun stitch up the knife wound on his shoulder with needles and thread, silent, not saying a word.Chu Jiuge pinned all his hopes on Yu Jingnian, expecting to say from his mouth: "He is behind, and he will follow in a while."

However, things never go your way.After a long silence, Yu Jingnian finally spoke, "The King of Huainan... died for his country."