Step by step routine

Song Wei's illness became more and more serious, and the imperial physician in Dexin Palace knelt down on the ground.Three days after Song Wei vomited blood and fell into a coma, Xiao Jue finally stepped into the Dexin Palace. The emperor took care of her in silence for the whole night, and even postponed the morning court.

Suddenly, the news that the concubine Yuan was seriously ill spread all over the world.

When Song Wei woke up, Xiao Jue slept with her chin propped up.The bright sunlight shines through the window lattice, and the light golden halo stains the handsome face of His Majesty the Emperor. The indifference dissipated after falling asleep, and the slightly parted lips look soft and cute...

Deliberately... Song Wei's Adam's apple slid up and down a few times, suppressing the throbbing in his heart.The small swallowing sound also woke up Xiao Jue, and he looked at Song Wei with a dazed look. Song Wei's eyes were calm in the ancient well, a pool of stagnant water, and there was no trace of affection left in it.

If you don't want it, you don't want it, I don't care!His mood sank, his expression suddenly turned cold, Xiao Jue sat up straight, and said indifferently: "I'm awake."

Song Wei's appearance was originally beautiful, but after this illness, the beauty was sick and haggard, and when she spoke with unsteady breath, Xiao Jue only felt her heart stagnate slightly. "Your Majesty, please forgive Cao Min for being ill and unable to stand up to salute."

Xiao Jue clenched his hands tightly, his joints turned white.Unable to bear it any longer, he said calmly, "Song Wei, is it real or fake?"

Song Wei, who had been numb by Xiao Jue's words for a long time, didn't feel much when she heard this, and panted, "In a few days, when Cao Min's body cools down, you... won't you know?"

My heart felt like it was trapped in dense ice needles, it was cold and painful.Xiao Jue stood up abruptly, "How could a well-behaved person suddenly become seriously ill? Song Wei, what kind of tricks are you playing? Is it possible that you want to feign death and leave the palace? I tell you, if you don't hurry up Get well for me, I... I..." What does he want?Xiao Jue spoke incompletely.

Hearing this, Song Wei just smiled lightly, he tried his best to get up and sat up, the simple movement made him gasp again and again, then he clutched his chest and coughed up blood, the sticky blood covered his white fingers and stained the opponent's underwear red.

Fear and despair struck, Xiao Jue sat on the side with shaking hands, looked at the blood in disbelief for a long time, then panicked to call the imperial doctor, but was held back by Song Wei, the warm blood made the two skin to touch The paste was wet and sticky, "Your Majesty, there is no need..."

Xiao Jue closed his mouth and looked at him with deep eyes. With his other hand, Song Wei took out a dagger from under the pillow, pulled Xiao Jue's hand away calmly, and put it on.

Song Weidao: "Caomin, it's not that he became seriously ill suddenly...Caomin is sad, Your Majesty, Caomin has been hurt by you all the time. Although I always laugh, there is a wound in it..." Pointing to his heart, Xiao Jue was in a daze look around.

"You stabbed it up with a knife, don't you remember? That's right, if you don't love it, how can you cherish it?"

Xiao Jue's heart began to fluster and was torn apart, he could only slightly lower his eyes to calm himself down.

"Believe it or not, Caomin is really going to die. This Dexin Palace has been locked up for a long time, isn't it like a tomb?" Song Wei raised the corners of her mouth and smiled, "Or..." Song Wei suddenly raised his voice, and he suddenly He grabbed Xiao Jue's hand holding the dagger and slammed it into his chest, "You stab yourself! Once stabbed, the grass people will really be gone. You can watch me die in person, so there will be no deception. , you and I are freed!"

"You're crazy!" Xiao Jue was so blinded that he shivered, pulled back his hand and backed away again and again, knocking over the chair and escaping, the appearance was too embarrassing, the corners of his eyes were moist, it was flushed after being emotional, he yelled at Xiao Jue : "I won't let you die, I won't let you die!"

"But, isn't it you who wants me to die?" Song Wei just smiled, and he lay back on the bed tiredly, with his back to Xiao Jue, "Forget it, I won't argue with you anymore, Your Majesty, the grass people are tired, I will die After I'm here, let a little eunuch wrap me up in a straw mat and throw me away, I'm afraid that I will not be able to rest in this palace even if I die."

Xiao Jue's hand dropped down, Song Wei's blood was still stained on it, he swallowed dryly several times before he said, "Where is Cong Cong..."

"He has you to take care of him... Cough cough cough... Naturally it will be fine... He is still young, and he will forget me when he grows up... Anyway, he will never know that I...is his other father."

what about me?He didn't ask.Everything is caused by himself, he can't say this, and he can't accept this soft...

He lowered his head slightly, with half of his face covered in shadow.As if talking to himself, he asked, "Is there nothing wrong with you?"

Then without waiting for Song Wei's answer, Xiao Jue continued: "How can I not die?"

"People are always going to die, I can only say that they walk with ease, or with pain..." Song Wei smiled with her back to him, "Caomin, want to leave the palace..."

It was summer, and there were still noisy cicadas singing outside, and countless vines grew crazily from the bottom of his heart, they entangled Xiao Jue, Xiao Jue felt that even his breath was full of blood foam.

He raised his head and looked out the window, the sun was dazzling, and a tear slipped quietly, "I, I agree!"

Song Wei suddenly opened his eyes...

...

Half a month after Concubine Yuan died of illness, General Rong finally returned to court.It was supposed to be a happy event, but the general's mansion was hung with white silk.

General Rong, who was wounded all over his body, talked with the emperor for a long time in the imperial study, and when he came out, he brought back an imperial edict.General Rong handed over the military power to command the three armies and resigned from the position of general.The emperor was grateful for his meritorious deeds, and specially conferred the title of King Yuan'an, enfeoffed Qianzhou, and left for the fief after one month.

After Xiao Jue ascended the throne and abolished the vassal, he was the only king.

Song Wei untied the gauze on Rong Zhiming's body, looked at the horrific scars all over his body, one knife even scratched from the shoulder to the waist, endured his sadness and pretended to be relaxed and said: "Tsk tsk tsk... Junior brother, this Let’s find a prince to be in front of him, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, so he can be at ease.” Qianzhou is not rich, and it is far away in the southwest, and it is even a bit barren.The only advantage that is not considered an advantage is that if you attack Fengjiu rashly in Xijiang, you can go directly to the imperial city of Xijiang by crossing the Qianjiang River by boat and bypassing the dangerous terrain.But how dangerous is this risk? So far, no army has survived.

"It's just that he's there."

After Song gave him the medicine with a smile, he saw that Rong Zhiming only used his right hand to dress, and he wanted to help him, but was rejected by the other party.Rong Zhiming was stabbed in the socket of his left shoulder, which hurt his veins. Since then, his left hand cannot even hold heavy objects. The best result of recovery is that it can only be moved.

Although his leg was painful when it was discounted, there was nothing wrong with it.

"Brother, don't worry, brother will definitely heal your hand."

"It's nothing serious." Rong Zhiming buttoned up the button with one hand, "This is a relief. I plan to leave early. I will leave the day after tomorrow after attending the celebration banquet."

"So fast?" Song Wei panicked.

"Yes." Rong Zhiming glanced at him, his eyes darkened, "I know he is seriously ill, I can't wait any longer."

"Ha, I wish it could be faster, I'm tired of staying in Pingling." Song Wei came back to her senses, said with a smile, suppressing the emptiness in her heart.

"You can follow me into the palace tomorrow."

"What am I going to do, hey... I'll wait for you at home, I'm a dead person." Song Wei sat down and poured tea, but was scalded by the tea.

"You go to see Cong Cong. In the future, it may be rare." After Rong Zhiming finished speaking, he put on his outer robe and went to Rong Chou's room.

The little guy wrinkled two little earthworms and was writing a letter with a serious face.