my princess boy

The imperial physicians tried their best, but Mu Xianyi's illness not only didn't improve, but got worse.

The people in the capital of Beizhili knew about his illness, not only did they not pity him, but applauded him, saying that this kind of shameless and boneless person should die early, so as not to lose the face of their motherland.

There are still three days before the wedding ceremony, but now Mu Xianyi can hardly even stand up, so how can he get married?

But no one proposed to postpone the marriage ceremony—perhaps because everyone thought that the arrow was on the string and had to be launched, and the auspicious date had been chosen, and it would be unlucky to change the date; maybe everyone thought that a prisoner had nothing to do with it As long as Emperor Tianqi and King Ming Yuwenye were satisfied, they didn't say anything, so what did it matter to these irrelevant servants?

In short, everything is in accordance with the original plan, and preparations are being made non-stop.

The only person who was anxious was Ruan Foxi - he had already comforted Mu Xianyi before, telling him with the most secret things he didn't want to recall, how could he give up even after enduring such torture?

But for some reason, Mu Xianyi's illness became more and more serious day by day, and in the end he was almost unable to drink water and rice, and he had to rely on ginseng soup to hang his spirits.

On this day, after the consultation with the imperial physician, they all shook their heads again and left in a gloomy mood.

Ruan Foxi looked at the imperial doctor who went out, his heart was heavy, he approached the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and shouted: "Xianyi, Xianyi."

Mu Xianyi woke up slowly and turned around, his eyes were like a pair of agate stones that had been dusty for a long time, revealing a dim light.He looked at the person next to the bed for a long time, and then called hoarsely: "Mr. Ruan..."

At this time, he still remembered that he could not recognize Ruan Foxi.

Ruan Foxi's eye circles turned red all of a sudden: "Xianyi, you need to get better soon."

Mu Xianyi smiled slowly, and said with difficulty: "Mr. Ruan, give me a hug."

Ruan Foxi's eyes were sour and watery, he stretched out his hand to support him, sat down by himself, and pressed him into his arms: "Xianyi, be good, listen to me, and get well soon."

Mu Xianyi stretched out his hand to grab his arm, buried his head in his arms, and looked like a child seeking the protection of his parents: "I will be fine, I have been seriously ill several times, and I have recovered, and I will recover this time too." Yes, Mr. Ruan, don't cry."

Ruan Foxi was heartbroken when he heard his words. For some reason, instead of listening to him say these things, he would rather hear him talk about how uncomfortable he was and how afraid he would not recover from his illness...Maybe in that way, he could still comfort him He can relax his heart, but Mu Xianyi didn't say these things, which made him unable to even comfort him, and made him feel even more sad.

When he spoke again, his voice was a little strange, but he tried to calm down and said: "Xianyi, I am late, I should have come earlier, and you will not suffer so much pain."

The person in his arms still hugged him tightly, his black hair was scattered on his back like an old brocade, he said: "I don't feel pain anymore, Mr. Ruan, don't blame yourself, I don't feel pain anymore .”

He is like a long walk in the cold night. Those relatives and friends ignited the fire of his own life, illuminated his way forward, and warmed his long night.

How lucky is he compared to Ruan Foxi?

He thought of something, and patted the hand on his arm: "Mr. Ruan, you should be happier in the future. In this world, there are many people who treat you badly, but there are also people who treat you well."

Ruan Foxi looked up, trying not to let the tears in his eyes fall, he choked his throat and said, "I know."

Some people trampled on him, but others loved him like a treasure.

"Xianyi, you have to get well as soon as possible, and everything will be fine... When you are well, I will take you out to play. I still remember that when you were learning martial arts with me, you kept yelling that I would take you to see Taishan Day." Yes, I went there by myself a few years ago and found the best location, when the time comes, let's go together, okay?"

Mu Xianyi listened, feeling a little strange in his heart - when Ling Xuetang was dying, he also made an agreement with him, and now...

But he didn't say anything, just said: "Okay, then you have to wait for me to recover, and don't leave me alone."

"Okay." Ruan Foxi laughed, feeling bitter.

"Master Ruan, hold me tighter."

He hugged him tighter, and wanted to tease him, but he heard the person in his arms say:

"I kind of miss my concubine... She hanged herself in her own palace, but at that time the capital had already been breached, and the palace people must have buried her hastily, maybe there wasn't even a good coffin, it's October, no Knowing that she is underground, is she cold? Hungry?"

Ruan Foxi finally shed tears. He remembered that he had not shed tears for a long time. As early as 20 years ago, his heart became cold and hard, like burnt wood. He was a little surprised by his own tears.

"I still worry about those older sisters, younger brothers, uncles, and old ministers of the royal family. I don't know what will happen to them? Is there any good arrangement?"

"Enough, don't say any more." Ruan Foxi wiped away tears, and his tone became cold, "You just take care of yourself now, and when you get better, I will arrange these for you. Now that you are sick, don't said."

Mu Xianyi didn't speak, and remained silent for a while, digging his face deeper and deeper: "I'm a little cold."

Ruan Foxi pulled the quilt over and covered him: "Isn't this cold?"

"Well, it's not cold anymore... Mr. Ruan, I'm sleepy..."

His voice gradually dropped, and soon he fell asleep.

Ruan Foxi suddenly felt that the situation was very ominous, and hurriedly said to the subordinates: "Go and call Yu Wenye, go quickly, I think Mu Xianyi should...he is going to die!"

"No? Why can't it work?" Ling Xuetang, who hurried over, just asked a question.

He was wearing a prince's uniform with dark red background and silver silk embroidered python dragon, his face was extremely ugly, dark blue, as if he was the one who was seriously ill, not Mu Xianyi.He walked quickly to Mu Xianyi's bedside, his eyes looked at Mu Xianyi's face, one hand was tightly clenched in the sleeve, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

After a long time, he turned his head furiously and stared at the kneeling person: "How do you take care of others?! He was the former prince, died, can you bear it?!"

The people below fell on the ground, not daring to breathe out, and only Ling Xuetang's long breathing was heard in the room.

"Is there any better doctor?" Ruan Foxi asked him.

better doctor?Even Su Hongyao is helpless, where can there be a better doctor?

Ling Xuetang only said bitterly: "Call Su Hongyao again! Hurry up, Mu Xianyi must not die, if he dies, tell all of you to bury him with him!"

Everyone panicked at this moment, scrambling back and calling for someone.