Brother Donggong

I seem to have a dream.

Old Cui fell down slowly in front of me like a graceful duck with its neck cut off. I was so frightened that I pinched Cui Bicheng's neck and screamed loudly. My screams called You Pingan and the others over. When I rescued Lao Cui who was pinched by me and was about to completely blow out the candle, You Pingan raised his orchid finger and whispered respectfully and softly in front of me, "My lord, my lord, wake up. Don't scare your servants, wake up!" Awake……"

I was so startled that I woke up suddenly, and saw Cucumber crawling beside my bed, shaking the smelling salts in a small bottle carved from a whole piece of jadeite under my nose.

As soon as he saw me open my eyes, he immediately threw the 200-tael jade bottle and rushed towards me, "Young Master Cui is fine, he is still alive!!—"

Then, he took a deep breath and said, "Doctor Lin has already been here. He personally decocted the medicine and fed it to Mr. Cui. Doctor Lin said that Mr. Cui was in a hurry to attack his heart, and spit blood instead sent out the heat poison in his heart." It’s much better to come out than to be bored in your heart. He also said that the deceased is dead, and he also advised the prince to relax and not to be too sentimental about Cui Yan’s affairs. The prince’s status is precious, and it is the blessing of the community that you take care of yourself.”

I know what he meant, but he said that if I have to feel uncomfortable, the prince will also feel uncomfortable.However, it wasn't his doctor Lin's father, nor his uncle who died. His upper lip touched his lower lip, and he didn't feel pain in his back when he stood talking.

I'm not going to ignore him.

When I got up, my head was not dizzy, and I asked Cucumber to look for me. Lao Cui also cleaned up the bed, wiped off the blood, sprayed incense, and the fishy smell was gone, so I was careful. Move to Lao Cui's bedside.He was already awake, leaning on a big pillow embroidered with Suzhou, his hair was loose, and the long black hair like a waterfall was scattered on both sides of his shoulders, quite like those fragile and beautiful Wei Jin romantics in the legend.Next to him was a handsome boy holding an agate bowl and feeding him medicine.

Seeing me approaching, he raised his eyes to look at me, moved his finger, and made the boy step aside.

I reached out to touch his forehead, it was still hot, and I asked him, "Are you awake?"

He said, "Wake up."

I asked, "Still alive?"

He thought for a while, "It should outlive you."

I clapped my hands and laughed a little, "That's it."

I sat on the edge of his bed, pulled his sleeve and said, "Since you can live, let's take care of it for two days first, and you need to take care of the rest. Uncle's funeral must be handled properly, choose the cemetery, choose the birthday material, please Monks and Taoists set up water and land ashrams to deal with the condolences of relatives, friends, princes and ministers, to submit memorials to ask the emperor to bestow posthumous titles, and to ask the noble concubine Xiang to grant grace. You have to do these things yourself. Uncle is just a son like you, You have to send him well."

Cui Bicheng lowered his eyelids, his thick eyelashes covered his eyes like a fan, leaving only a faint dark mark on his pale face.

Then, word for word, he said, "What? Send?"

At this time, he laughed, and he was a bit demonic.

"My father is now using Kunlun cold jade to town, parked in my Lingering Garden, and it will not break if it is kept for ten or eight years! My father was killed in front of me. If it is not found out, the whole Yong Beijing turned upside down, I am not Cui Bicheng!"

clang!

Over there, there was the sound of burning more incense, and the sound of copper beads falling and hitting the silver plate.

When I saw it, it happened to be three o'clock.