Spring came and went. Outside the window, the flowers were blooming. The complicated and gorgeous curtains slid down like flowing water. Inside, there was a small figure curled up. Unexpectedly, it was as luxurious as a painting.
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The imperial physicians shook their heads and retreated one by one. Then, they knelt on the ground, trembling and not daring to speak.
With a bang, Qianwandi fiercely smashed the teacup next to him. The fine magnetic foam scattered all over the floor. With a crash, he said, "— — How could he be like this!
You're a group of imperial physicians. Can't any of you give a reason?! "
Hu Zhicheng knelt at the front. His hand was cut by the sharp edge of the porcelain. He sucked in a breath of cold air.
Qianwandi was about to kick him out. Hu Zhicheng quickly dodged and said in a panic, "Your Majesty, there's really no way!
The little noble didn't wake up because of a moment of shock. It's because of a long period of depression. Coincidentally, that day … that day, he was too frightened and lost his mind. This can only be slowly nursed. It's not something that can be cured with medicine! "
"Bastard!"
Qianwandi became even more angry, "Even crazy people can be cured. Can't he be cured like this?!"
Hu Zhicheng thought that the little noble was crazy. However, he could only persuade him, "Your Majesty!
There are different ways to go crazy! "
Qianwandi almost jumped up in anger. He slammed the table and roared, "Get out of here!"
Probably because his voice was too loud, there was a sound of someone waking up from the curtains. It was as soft as a kitten's.
The imperial physicians hurriedly retreated. The chaotic footsteps disappeared behind the screen. Qianwandi lifted the curtains. The little beauty was rubbing her eyes and curled up in the quilt. The lake silk quilt was too slippery. When she moved, it slid down her shoulders. The thin white clothes were also loosely wrapped around her. It was as if if it was tighter, the little fellow would be strangled to death.
Mingde rubbed his eyes for a while and yawned. He wanted to turn over and continue sleeping, but when he looked up, he saw Qianwandi.
Suddenly, as though he had seen something extremely terrifying, he was so frightened that he let out a short and shrill scream. He shrunk tightly into the bed until he reached the corner of the bed. His ten thin fingers desperately pulled at the corner of the blanket to wrap around himself, as though he thought that by doing so, Qianwandi would not be able to see him.
Qianwandi hesitated for a moment and tried to reach out to touch his face, but before he could, Mingde began to tremble with fear. His body trembled so obviously that Qianwandi had the illusion that he might be scared to death.
"You're crazy …" The high and mighty Son of Heaven, the supreme ruler of the world, lowered his hand dispiritedly. His expression was one of absolute pain and disbelief. "… You're really crazy …"
Mingde looked at him timidly and did his best to shrink into the corner.
"You're lying to me, aren't you?" Qianwandi's voice was a bit choked. "Mingde, you're actually faking it, aren't you?
You're such a noisy little thing, you're not afraid of anything, how could you be so scared that you're crazy?
You're lying to me, aren't you? "
The wall in the corner was too cold. His exposed skin shivered when he touched it, but Mingde still tried his best to stick to the wall. He carefully observed Qianwandi, thinking that he would not be discovered.
"I'd rather you were lying to me …" Qianwandi covered his face. Tears flowed from his palms, wet. "… I'd rather you rebel … force the emperor to abdicate … no matter what, as long as you … are safe and happy …"
Mingde curiously stared at the crying man. He seemed to be less afraid and carefully poked his head out.
Qianwandi reached out to grab him. This time, he didn't even have time to scream. He hurriedly pulled his head back and hit the wall with a thump.
Although he was stupid, he still knew pain. He was even more afraid of pain than before. Just a little pain was enough to make him cry, sobbing as he nestled there.
Qianwandi pulled him into his arms. He pressed his face tightly against his face and kissed between his eyebrows. At the same time, he heavily covered the back of his head that had hit the wall.
Mingde was the most afraid of him. He was so scared that he struggled with all his might. He cried even harder. He cried until he couldn't breathe. He choked and coughed.
Qianwandi kissed him desperately and said over and over again: "It's me, Mingde. It's me. How can you not recognize me?
It's me. I won't hurt you. Don't be afraid of me … don't be afraid of me … "
Ming De grabbed him with all his might, struggling to get out of here.
His claws were also sharp. Qianwandi was caught off guard and was scratched in the face. Immediately, a long bloody mark appeared.
He let go of his hand and Mingde immediately scrambled out of his arms. He hid in his little corner again and stared at him vigilantly.
Qianwandi touched the bloody mark on his face. He saw that the little thing's clothes were completely scattered and messily mixed with the bed. The exposed skin was jade white, as if there was no color at all.
The only color was the cheek that he had slapped twice that day. It had not disappeared even after so many days. It was still slightly swollen there.
The palace servant carefully handed over the ointment and silently knelt at his feet.
Qianwandi did not have time to look. He reached out and gently touched Mingde's face: "… Does it still hurt?"
Mingde was panicking and hiding everywhere. Qianwandi acted as if he did not notice. He was in a daze. "… It's my fault. I shouldn't have hit you. I hit you so hard … Don't be afraid. I won't hit you again. I won't hit you again …"
As he spoke, he felt like tears were about to fall from his eyes.
This child under him did not seem to have grown much since he first met him a few years ago.
It was just that he was originally fair and soft. There was still some meat on his face and body. When he hugged him in his arms, he would curl up into a ball. However, in the past few years, he had lost weight.
His bones had grown a little, but it was not as much as other children of the same age. His body was so thin that it was about to break. Perhaps after a while, he would not be able to grow back.
"I'll definitely treat you well … as long as you're happy … and happy … and not like the way you used to be …"
In the past, he was so afraid. He would get sick easily. Once he got sick, he became even more afraid. He did not know what such a small child was afraid of. There was never a moment of happiness.
He could not fall sick again. Since he was already at this stage, how many more winters could he survive?
"Your Majesty," Zhang Kuo knelt at the side, "Let this official do it … You haven't rested for a few days. You should eat something …"
"Just eat something. I will stay here with him."
Zhang Kuo thought about it but did not say anything. These days, the little noble had been very obedient. He slept soundly. When he woke up, he would eat a little. Often, he would fall asleep while eating. He did not speak or move. He never cried or made a fuss.
However, whenever Qianwandi came, he would tremble in fear as if he had seen something terrifying. He did not even know how to eat.
On the day of the palace coup, Qianwandi's face had become a scourge in his heart. Even though he had gone crazy and could not remember anything, the fear that was engraved in his bones was still deeply engraved in his mind.
The food was quickly served. It was made in the small kitchen in the Hall of Qing Frame. There were two bowls of jasper rice, a few dishes, and some meat and vegetables.
Qianwandi used tea to make rice and fed it to Mingde. He suddenly remembered that day in the Hall of Qing Frame, Mingde put salt in the rice to tease Ding Huang. In the end, he was stopped by him … Wasn't it just a handful of salt?
So what if he let Ding Huang eat it?
She was always concerned about decorum and the prestige of the Imperial Family. In fact, it was just a child's play. She would not give him the slightest bit of pleasure. She would pour a bucket of cold water on him when he was having fun …
At that time, Mingde was still fine. He could cry, laugh, tease people, and act spoiled in a fit of pique.
Even if he wanted to, he couldn't give that little bit of happiness to her now. The treasures that he once wanted to pamper in his hands were now in a daze. Everything that he had once begged for and fought for, even if it was presented to him right in front of his eyes, he wouldn't reach out to take it …
Qianwandi softened his voice. He hugged Mingde with one hand and held a spoon in the other. He coaxed him gently, "Come, have a bite …"
Mingde twisted and struggled. He drank half a spoon and then spat it all out. The quilt was dirty.
Qianwandi did not notice and was knocked over by him. The bowl fell on the quilt, and even his bright yellow dragon robe was splashed.
Mingde did not seem to like such a dazzling bright yellow color. He looked at it and began to cry. He cried and whispered something.
Qianwandi quickly picked him up and asked the palace maids to change the quilt. Mingde kept twisting and turning. His voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible. After a while, he said, "… Ugly … Ugly …"
Qianwandi did not understand what he was talking about. He whispered softly in his ear, "Be good, don't cry. Don't cry. Tell me, what is ugly?"
Mingde could not say it clearly and could only struggle with all his might.
Qianwandi could not hold him and let him slide to the ground. He walked two steps shakily and then shrank back to the foot of the bed.
Zhang Kuo quickly had people spread out a new thick woolen wool blanket at the foot of the bed. He respectfully invited the little ancestor to rest on the blanket. He carefully smiled and said, "Emperor, from what this servant sees, the little noble probably doesn't like … doesn't like the color of the clothes being too dazzling …"
Qianwandi was stunned. He saw Mingde had his head down and was playing with the jade spoon that had fallen to the ground.
The decorations in the room were mostly Su and Xiang embroidery. There were twelve mica screens, but there was not even a dazzling double gold or triple gold embroidery.
Qianwandi immediately went to the inner room to change into a set of normal clothes and changed the incense. When he came back in, Mingde was already lying on the blanket and was about to fall asleep.
He walked over and picked up this little thing. Mingde sleepily raised his head to look at him. He seemed to be very confused and kept looking at him without blinking.
Qianwandi carried him to sit on the bed. Seeing his black, mercury-like eyes stare at him without moving, he asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"
Mingde buried his head and wanted to climb onto the bed by himself.
Emperor Qian Wandi couldn't bear to let him go. He hugged him and half laid on the bed, letting him lie in the crook of his arm.
However, the little guy's desire to monopolize the bed was very strong. He waved his hand several times, wanting to push Emperor Qian away, but his strength was too weak. In the end, he struggled until he was tired. He slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Qianwandi lowered his head to look at him and said in a low voice, "… … The one who died was not the Crown Prince. Do you feel better?"
Mingde began to snore.
"… … It was someone who looked like the Crown Prince from the Heavenly Prison. The real Crown Prince is still in the Eastern Palace … … are you happy?"
Mingde completely ignored him. He turned over and looked like he wanted to break free.
Qianwandi stared at him for a long time.
The bright light outside the window was just right. The birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. The bright light faintly penetrated the bed and jumped mischievously on the young man's pure white cheeks. It even seemed like there was a faint light on the tip of his long eyelashes.
"… … If I abdicate now … … and let the Crown Prince take over … … will you wake up?"
He was so nervous, like a lover who was confessing his love for the first time, waiting for the verdict uneasily.
Good or bad, nod or no nod, or in an instant heaven, happiness and love, as if the floodgates had been opened, people would be completely submerged; or in hell, forever living in pain and despair, in purgatory, the name of the beloved one would be repeated over and over again.
Everything depended on whether that person nodded or not.
Li Ji looked at Mingde in his arms for a long time.
The little fellow had already fallen asleep. He was muddle-headed and sleeping soundly. It was as if even if the sky fell down, it would not be able to drag him out of that sweet dream.
He knew that he would never be able to wait for the verdict between lovers.