end of days

The cold current swept across the entire imperial capital almost overnight. For a moment, the whole world seemed to be covered with a layer of silver, and the snow fell, covering the blooming flowers. The stream that had been restored to life suddenly froze again .

In March, it's cold in spring!

In Ziyang Palace, the maids hurriedly prepared the brazier and other warming utensils, and Concubine De, who was reclined on the soft couch beside her, felt something while drinking the hot soup served by Xuejiang.

If it is really as I thought before, this year's cold wave is too dangerous, I don't know how many innocent people will freeze to death...

"Your Majesty, be careful!" Xue Jian, who was serving at the side, saw that the bowl of soup in Concubine De's hand seemed to be tilted, and knew that her master was wandering away again, so she hurriedly reminded her.

"How are you doing with the things I asked you to do earlier?" Simply putting the soup bowl in her hand on the small table beside her, Concubine De then turned to Xue Jiang and asked.

"Go back to your mother, the arrangements are almost done."

"That's good, go to Quehua Hall to check on that person's physical condition another day, and if he recovers well, send him away directly..." It seemed that he was talking to Xue Jiang, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

Suddenly Concubine De seemed to remember something again, and said: "This cold snap is strange, let's wait a few more days, it is really cold to go out of the palace now."

When she saw Zhuo Ran back then, Concubine De felt that although the man in front of her was extremely beautiful, she was still too thin, which made people feel distressed. Thinking about it now, when her brother brought him home, the man was obviously not so thin , I don't know how to take care of myself, I heard that after that day, I got seriously ill again, and I'm afraid I'm even thinner now.

"I don't know if he can survive..."

Concubine De's worry was not unreasonable, Zhuo Ran's physical condition was extremely poor.

The constant vomiting before was just because he couldn't accept himself moaning under Xuanyuanhen's body, but now, it was really because he couldn't withstand the sudden cold.

Ling Luo's medicine still didn't work after all, the body's recuperation couldn't be rushed at all, the previous few medicines were just to make Zhuo Ran feel warm for a short time, but after all, they treated the symptoms but not the root cause.

But now, Zhuo Ran's body was so weak that he couldn't bear that kind of medicine at all. Seeing the miserable state of the person on the bed who was about to cough up blood, Ling Luo was extremely irritable.

Ever since his internal strength was relieved, Zhuo Ran's inherently weak constitution immediately caused him a lot of suffering. He originally wanted to take medicine to stabilize it and then slowly recuperate, but the emperor's lust made him vent Yuanyang, so he woke up on the same day. A high fever, and before the fever subsides, it will be the rare cold that is rare in a hundred years.

Fortunately, Ziyin Qianmian was very alert. As soon as he realized that the sky had changed, he hurriedly checked Zhuoran's situation, and then notified himself in time. Can't help but be afraid, if it's a little late...

"Alas—" he sighed for a long time, but Ziyin, who was serving at the side, turned around nervously.

"Ling Luo, why are you sighing? Could it be the young master..." As he spoke, tears fell down involuntarily, and Ling Luo was at a loss for what to do with the pear blossoms on his smiling face.

"No...it's not what you think..." Consoled Ziyin in a panic, but found that her words were really not convincing. The Quehua Palace was large and empty, and the brazier had long since failed, so the maids and eunuchs burned the fire wall again. Earth Dragon, but Zhuo Ran, who was covered with several layers of quilts, was still shaking non-stop.

Ling Luo wanted to do something to help Zhuoran, but found that there was really nothing he could do, all he could do was to maintain the status quo and hang Zhuoran's life halfway.

If...if he had internal strength, maybe his situation would be better.

Ling Luo's eyes suddenly lit up, but he remembered that Zhuo Ran's body couldn't even withstand the medicine at this time, not to mention the huge impact force when recovering his internal strength, he might be killed on the spot.

Sitting slumped on a stool beside him, Ling Luo scratched his hair in distress, hoping to come up with a perfect solution.

"Ling Luo... Ling Luo, talk, don't scare me, the young master will die, right..." Ziyin's tears fell like broken beads, and everyone's hearts in the hall were pulled together.

"Miss, don't cry, the young master only believes in the young lady now, if the young lady collapses, the young master will refuse to take medicine even more..." The words that the palace maid Yun Qing said inadvertently stopped Ziyin from sobbing .

Pulling herself together, Ziyin forced a smile and said, "I made my sisters laugh, what sister Yunqing said is that Ziyin has been taught."

Ling Luo on the side felt a little uncomfortable, knowing that Ziyin cared so much about Zhuoran because he respected and pityed Zhuoran, but the person he loved was always thinking about another man, but it really made him panic, even if that person was A character like Zhuo Ran also made him jealous.

Suddenly aware of her childlike mentality, Ling Luo secretly scolded herself, Zhuo Ran was clearly still sick, and she thought about all these things, it was ridiculous to the extreme!

However, Zhuoran's cough suddenly became violent, and he clung to the edge of the bed. His face was extremely pale, as if he was about to cough up all his internal organs. Seeing this, Ling Luo immediately got up and took away the needles on his chest and abdomen. A few, and then a big mouthful of blood spurted out from Zhuo Ran's mouth.

"It's better to spit out the blood." Patted Zhuo Ran, who was still panting violently, to ease his breathing, and Ling Luozhong rubbed the needles back to their original positions.

Ziyin thoughtfully wiped off the blood stains at the corner of Zhuo Ran's mouth with a damp cloth, Zhuo Ran smiled slightly, but was too weak to even say a word of thanks.

"My lord, let's take a break. I haven't fallen asleep after coughing all the time." Tucking up the quilt for Zhuoran, Ziyin couldn't see Zhuoran's pale appearance after all, and ran out with red eyes.

Seeing Ziyin leaving in a hurry, Ling Luo let out another long sigh, and looked at him with puzzlement, his eyes full of doubts.

Ling Luo smiled wryly, and then said: "You should know your current situation." There was no doubt in his tone, his eyes were fixed on Zhuo Ran, as if he wanted to see through the person in front of him.

Zhuo Ran turned his head to avoid the interrogating gaze, and if the voice that escaped from his throat was inaudible, it might not even compare to the moaning of mosquitoes. It is the end of the crossbow..."

"Oh! It's all my fault for not being good at learning!!" Ling Luo buried her head in her palms angrily, and then, a tear slowly leaked from between her fingers, which showed her grief.

Zhuo Ran forced a smile, and said again: "It's nothing...God's will..."

"No! I never believe in God's will, I will definitely find a way!!" Having said that, Ling Luo's eyes were fixed on the pool of blood on the ground. Ling Luo knew very well that Zhuo Ran had typhoid fever in his organs, plus his old injury had recurred and he was congenitally deficient. Unless he had internal strength to protect his heart veins, medicine and stones would be useless.

However, Zhuoran's internal strength has long been firmly sealed in the eight extraordinary meridians by a scattered soul.

Ling Luo's sorrow also slowly invaded Zhuo Ran. He had put life and death aside a long time ago, but now that the end is approaching, he began to be reluctant to let go. What should Xiaoyu do when he is dead, what should Cheng Yumo do with himself, and Those dear friends of mine...

Seeing that his sadness was gradually revealed, Ling Luo frowned tightly. This kind of mentality is not suitable for resting. After thinking about the time, he got up and withdrew Zhuoran's needle, and then pointed at his ribs to let Zhuoran Into the land of darkness and sweetness.

All he could do was drag it slowly.

When she went out, she saw Ziyin standing alone under the magnolia tree, crying bitterly. She had completely lost her usual lively and cheerful appearance. The man leaned close to himself.

The snow hadn't stopped outside the house, but it wasn't as raging as it was at night. Scattered snowflakes slowly fell down, dyeing the entire resplendent imperial city white.

The magnolia is also tenacious, but the layers of snow can't stop it from insisting on blooming. The whole courtyard is full of fragrance, which is fascinating but indescribably abnormal.

As soon as Deyu entered the yard, he saw the two people blowing the cold wind outside. He couldn't help being surprised, but when he saw Ziyin bursting into tears, he suddenly had an ominous premonition, could it be...

Just about to rush in to check on Zhuo Ran's condition, Ling Luo still saw him.

"Don't read any more... I can't save it... let the emperor quickly find a way." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Ling Luo realized that his voice had become so hoarse at some point. The wetness is actually tears...

Ling Luo had no choice but to resent Xuanyuanhen. After spending a few days with Zhuo Ran, he had already developed a feeling of closeness to Zhuo Ran from the bottom of his heart. Therefore, he always did his best when performing acupuncture on weekdays, only thinking of Zhuo Ran's happiness. Things got better, but unexpectedly, because of the emperor's overnight greed, everything changed! !

Seemingly seeing the unhappiness in Ling Luo's eyes, De Yu could only sigh and hurriedly left the Quehua Palace. Something happened here, and the master didn't know what would happen.

Xuanyuanhen rushed to the Quehua Palace as soon as he heard the news, ignoring all the ministers discussing government affairs in the imperial study, seeing him leave in a hurry, the lowly ministers all whispered, only one person had an inexplicable cold light in his eyes .

That person is Liu Cong and Liu Siming, the current servant of the household department!

Although the great general Pei Ju suppressed the rumors that might have ravaged the capital by himself, the ministers gradually learned that the emperor had hidden a male pet in the Quehua Palace in private. The surname is Zhuo, but Zhuo Ran disappeared at this time, Liu Siming knew it well, he had seen Zhuo Ran's true appearance before, and it was not surprising that the emperor took a fancy to him, the person in the palace was most likely Zhuo Ran.

When he found out about this, Liu Siming's first reaction was astonishment, and then he was secretly delighted. As soon as he entered the palace confinement, why did Zhuo Ran rob Liu Di from him? Perhaps deep down in his heart, he also had a trace of guilt, but selfish emotions are ultimately oppressive. After the Yanyan Yanyan who used to be.

He knew that Zhuoran would definitely escape with his temperament, and escaping from the palace with his wisdom should not be as difficult as imagined. Liu Siming immediately made up his mind that if there was a chance, he would never let Zhuoran escape. Possibly, if given the chance, he would personally send his former friend back to the palace.

This is only good for him! !