Xianjun, please calm down

Fang Mingzhi repaired a letter, sent it back to the capital by Feige, and reported Mo Xiaoyu's situation truthfully. This place is not far from the capital, and the news came back soon. The body is the most important thing, slow down the schedule or suspend the march, and the Beijing Central Committee will send an imperial doctor to help.

However, Mo Xiaoyu couldn't wait for the imperial doctor to arrive, and he lost his breath the next morning.

Fang Mingzhi sat beside him for a while, wiped his face carefully with a wet cloth, asked the young general beside him to help him up, and re-tied his long hair and tidied his clothes with his own hands.

The young man with a handsome face lay there quietly, he did not have the youthful humility when he first entered the barracks, he did not have the coldness and determination when he went to the battlefield, and he did not have the pale and dead silence when he stepped out of the farmer's house. He looked calm, neither happy nor angry , no longer open his eyes to see this chaotic current situation, everything in this world has nothing to do with him anymore, his ideals, the love and hate of the world, his glory and humiliation, all go away from him, and he no longer has to worry about anything , don't despair for anyone.

Sitting in the carriage, Fang Mingzhi looked at Mo Xiaoyu's face, and said softly again: "That's fine."

The support team from the capital came very quickly, and arrived that morning. It was a row of light cavalry, and there was the sound of rumbling iron hooves in the distance. When he got close, Fang Mingzhi recognized that it was Qi Shaoyuan, the emperor of the dynasty. He was taken aback, rolled off his horse and knelt down on one knee and said, "Fang Mingzhi, the last general, see my emperor, long live, long live!"

Immediately, the tall man flew off his horse and lifted his hood, revealing a stern face like a knife and a pair of bloodshot eyes. He waved Fang Mingzhi and said in a deep voice, "Where is he? How is it now?" ?”

Some of the knights in the back snatched the imperial doctors carrying medicine boxes from their horses one after another. They galloped all the way through the night, and the imperial doctors who were regarded as pampered and privileged on weekdays couldn't stand it. They fell apart, but let alone complaining at this time, no one even dared to make a sound, because the emperor at this moment was very scary, and they believed that if they dared to be noticed by the emperor, they would definitely move their heads.

Fang Mingzhi didn't stand up following the emperor's gesture, but put his knees on the ground, leaned down, and said in a deep voice: "The last general's guard is weak, and he deserves death!"

Qi Shaoyuan felt cold all over his body, gritted his teeth and said, "I ask you where he is?!"

Fang Mingzhi didn't dare to raise his head, and only said, "Mr. Yushi is in the carriage behind."

When he was answering, Qi Shaoyuan had already seen the only carriage in the team, and strode over. After Fang Mingzhi's voice fell, he had already walked to the carriage.

He glanced gloomyly at the motionless compartment, and without waiting for the people next to him to get the pedals, he jumped onto the shaft and pushed open the door.

This carriage is not small, but it is not too big. Although Mo Xiaoyu is extremely thin, he is slender, and he can't stretch his long legs when he lies sideways. He was unloaded, and a thick mattress was laid in the middle of the carriage. He lay flat on the mattress with his head facing inward, with his eyes closed, soundless, and his face was quiet and peaceful.

Qi Shaoyuan stood in front of the car door, gasped for breath, and fell straight down. The guards who followed him hurriedly supported him, and said in surprise, "Your Majesty!"

Qi Shaoyuan stabilized his body, brushed away the guards, and bent down to get into the carriage. Because Mo Zhixiaoyu was lying flat and took up a lot of space, and a tall man squeezed in, the space became a bit crowded, and Qi Shaoyuan was next to him. Che Bi sat beside Mo Xiaoyu, and whispered, "Xiao Yu?"

Mo Xiaoyu slept there quietly, unable to give him any response.

Qi Shaoyuan gently pushed his shoulder, but the person who had been by his side since childhood still did not respond.

He stretched out his trembling hand, lightly touched Mo Xiaoyu's side face with his fingertips, and called out again: "Xiao Yu?"

The man's face was cold.

Qi Shaoyuan stared, and moved his finger to Mo Xiaoyu's nose.

There was not the slightest movement of breath.

He stood there in a daze, and suddenly turned his head and shouted angrily: "Where's the imperial doctor?! Are they all dead?!"

The five imperial doctors who were brought came forward in a panic, and were thrown into the carriage one after another. They took turns to look at the people lying inside, and knelt on the ground tremblingly: "Report to the emperor, Yu Shijun It's been a long time... Your servant, I really can't do anything..."

Qi Shaoyuan sat where he was, and waved his hand after a long time.

The imperial doctors hurriedly retreated to the distance as if they had received an amnesty.

Qi Shaoyuan closed his eyes, his chest heaved rapidly, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "What's going on?"

Fang Mingzhi hurried forward and explained everything in detail since he received Mo Xiaoyu in Wangjiacun. The military doctor Meng Lao who accompanied the army also knelt down in front of the carriage and recounted the cause of Mo Xiaoyu's death.

Qi Shaoyuan sat there blankly, and murmured again: "Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu..."

After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "I still can't keep you..."

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In the afternoon, the team continued to move forward. On the evening of the third day, they finally arrived at Shengjing City. Fang Mingzhi led the way, and the team went straight through the city.

When they arrived at the gate of the palace, Fang Mingzhi and other escorts got off their horses, and an armored knight who followed Qi Shaoyuan out of Beijing showed a golden token. The team led the sword knights into the palace.

Riding horses was forbidden in the palace, but this team of knights escorted the not-so-fancy carriage through the palace and directly into Qianyang Palace, which is far away from the emperor's bedroom.

Not far from Qianyang Palace is the Drizzle Palace where Mo Xiaoyu lives. This Drizzle Palace is the closest palace to the emperor's bedroom in the entire palace. This is a place that can drive all the women in the harem crazy. Yu Gong, and personally inscribed it, and bestowed it on the first servant of the Sheng Dynasty.

But at this time, they did not send Mo Xiaoyu back to Weiyu Palace. The carriage stopped in front of the jade steps of Qianyang Palace. Qi Shaoyuan's personal guard stepped forward and opened the door silently. Putting his feet down, Qi Shaoyuan hugged a man covered with a cloak who couldn't see his head and face. He got out of the carriage with a dull expression, and walked straight into the bedroom. , to prevent anyone from approaching.

Qi Shaoyuan walked into the inner hall, laid him flat on the bed, turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, lifted his cloak, revealing Mo Xiaoyu's pale face.

His body has not changed at all, there are no corpse spots, no giant view, just like sleeping, calm and serene.

Qi Shaoyuan lightly touched the corner of the blood jade that was slightly exposed between his lips with his fingertips, and said softly in a hoarse voice: "The Dragon Title Jade tributed by the Xifan Kingdom is said to be able to keep the corpse from decaying, and it is really useful."