Su Guifei weakly fell on Chu Hongzhen's shoulders, sobbing a few times from time to time, the appearance and the other side of the lonely Zhao Guifei is very different.

Zhao Guifei's face was covered in blood, she didn't even dare to touch Chu Jingxiao in her arms with force, she could only kneel on the ground and cry out in pain.

It was a good thing that Chu Jingxiao's tightly closed eyes finally trembled a few times, and in the end, he actually slowly opened his eyes.

He hemmed and hawed with difficulty, but instead of uttering words as he had hoped, a large pool of bloody foam spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Noble Consort Zhao collapsed even more at the sight, she helplessly used her hands to catch the blood that kept flowing from the corners of Chu Jingxiao's mouth and chin, shouting in a six-fold manner,

"What to do? What to do? My Fuse, my Fuse! Imperial Doctor!"

"Sonny, it's okay."

Finally finished spitting blood foam with difficulty, Chu Jingxiao took a lot of effort to say these four words, and rested for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a faint smile,

"Today's events have frightened Mother Consort, haven't they?"

Noble Consort Zhao desperately shook her head as she tried to stop Chu Jingxiao from continuing.

She struggled to swallow her saliva, reached out and desperately used her sleeve to wipe away those tears and snot and blood stains on her face in a haphazard manner, and as she did so, she softly spoke to Chu Jingxiao,

"Mother consort is not afraid, Fuse is not afraid, how could mother consort be afraid."

"Not afraid, just fine." Chu Jingxiao trembled and tried to raise his hand, but he made several attempts to do so without success, and in the end, it was Zhao Guifei's whimpering voice that helped him raise his hand.

Chu Jingxiao raised his hand to Zhao Guifei's face with a smile on his face, and when he saw that there was blood on his hand, he tried to pull it away again in a hurry, but Zhao Guifei stuck his hand even tighter.

"Mother Consort, don't cry."

Chu Jingxiao explained verbatim, "I, my hands are dirty. Mother consort looks good ..."

He had already lost his words, but Zhao Guifei understood him.

She did her best to hold back her sobs, keeping her voice from shaking as much as possible,

"No no, Fuse's hands are the cleanest, how could Mother Consort dislike Fuse."

Chu Jingxiao seemed to look elsewhere through the Zhao Guifei in front of him, his eyes were a bit lax, and he didn't know what he had thought of.

Zhao Guifei looked like she had been greatly frightened and called out to Chu Jingxiao in a low voice,

"Fuse, what is Fuse thinking about? Can you tell Mother Consort as well?"

"Mother Consort, just now Fuse saw that when she was a child, Mother Consort punished Fuse for copying books."

Zhao Guifei probably knew that Chu Jingxiao was hallucinating, and she choked out a sob that she couldn't hold back,

"It is mother consort who is sorry for you, how could mother consort be so harsh to you?"

Chu Jingxiao wanted to shake his head, but he couldn't even breathe right now, so he could only move the hand that was pressed against Noble Consort Zhao's face,

"Father secretly brought me a slingshot, and Fuse is very happy about it."

Hearing Chu Jingxun mention Chu Hongzhen, Zhao Noble Consort seemed to have thought of Chu Hongzhen only at this moment, she looked at Chu Hongzhen with her hands and feet at a loss, and begged in an airy whisper,

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, my concubine begs you, please come and see Fuse-er. Fuse child he, he may ..."

But Su Guifei do not know whether it is unintentional or intentional, crying actually than just a moment ago and a little bit bigger, the voice is also so miserable that can not bear to hear.

The last light in Zhao Guifei's eyes dissipated a little bit, "Your Majesty, you know that Fuse-er he didn't really want to assassinate you, you saw it!"

Her voice steeply raised a bit, "My palace's son knows best in my heart, he loves you the most, Your Majesty, and wouldn't assassinate you at all!"

The more she said, the more excited she became, she questioned Chu Hongzhen in tears,

"Your Majesty you clearly saw him retract his sword, why don't you want them to do so, why do you want to watch them hurt him?"

"He's the only son I have! He's all I have!"

Zhao Guifei held Chu Jingxiao's hand tightly, she clearly shouted loudly and cried so heartbreakingly, but it was her body that didn't move at all, and it didn't affect Chu Jingxiao at all.

Chu Jingxiao actually leaned against Noble Consort Zhao and moved again.

By the looks of him he seems to want to sit up.

Zhao Guifei didn't dare to touch him at all now, where would she dare to let Chu Jingxiao move blindly.

But Chu Jingxiao was also stubborn, his chest was still bleeding, favoring the person to struggle to climb up.

In the end, Noble Consort Zhao couldn't watch anymore and had to carefully help Chu Jingxiao up while shedding tears.

Half sitting up, the first thing Chu Jingxiao did was to look sideways at Chu Hongzhen.

When he saw clearly that Chu Hongzhen was hugging Noble Consort Su and Chu Hongyi, his eyes dimmed a few points, but he still forced himself to smile at Chu Hongzhen,

"Father, my son knows that there is no going back. But please, Father, be kind to Mother Consort, she loves you with all her heart."

Noble Consort Zhao had already sobbed uncontrollably when she heard Chu Jingxiao's words, her body shaking slightly.

Chu Hongzhen finally couldn't help but stand up, he but moved a step before Chu Jingxiao called out to him,

"Father, my son, I just want to hear you say 'Happy Birthday' in person na."

Chu Hongzhen froze in place half a day to come back to God, as if he was recalling the words of Zhao Guifei just now, he suddenly hissed at the entrance of the Hall of Baohe,

"Why should we do it? I have not yet given the word! Why do you have to make the first move!"

Chu Jingxiao, however, did not care about any of this, but only obstinately raised his eyes to look at Chu Hongzhen, with anticipation in his eyes.

Chu Hongzhen's eyes were slightly red as he looked towards Chu Jingxiao and finally said those words,

"Happy Birthday, Fuse."

Chu Jingxiao closed his eyes contentedly as he slowly murmured to Zhao Guifei,

"Father and Mother Consort don't be afraid, Fuse, will always protect you."

Noble Consort Zhao was still calling out in Chu Jingxiao's ear, and Chu Hongzhen accompanied her.

But Chu Jingxiao did not open his eyes again,

"This king is tired, evening haze give this king a dance, bring this king a bed of cashmere blanket ..."

This would be Chu Jingxiao who was already delirious, and his foreword was quickly reduced to just a slur of words.

"Fuse you open your eyes and look at father mother consort, it's not even dark yet why are you sleeping?"

"Declare the Imperial Doctor! Why isn't the doctor here yet? I'm going to kill all of you!"

Chu Jingxiao tightly closed his eyes with a smile on his face, and the arm that was originally held by Zhao Guifei suddenly slipped off.

Zhao Guifei's call got stuck in her throat all of a sudden, Chu Hongzhen was still urging at the entrance of the hall, and Chu Jingxiao's faint breathing had already disappeared without a trace.

Zhao Guifei's mournful voice sounded steeply after a long time, and she wrapped Chu Jingxiao into her arms in a deadly embrace, completely disregarding the fact that the blood that had already semi-solidified on Chu Jingxiao's body had tainted her clothes and skirts.

She pressed her face against Chu Jingxiao's gradually freezing face, trying to use her own body heat to help Chu Jingxiao warm up.

However, the temperature on Chu Jingxiao's body was still gradually draining away, just like the blood in his chest, seeping relentlessly towards the ground.

Witnessing the whole process, Cheng Xiaoxiao looked at the crimson cashmere carpet on the ground and suddenly had mixed feelings in her heart.

She knew the cashmere carpet was originally red, and she knew what the wet, wrinkled mess was due to now.

Those were the blood of Chu Hongyi and Chu Jingxiao, or perhaps I should say that more of them were Chu Jingxiao's blood.

In the past, the arrogant and domineering Zhao Guifei cried and cried no differently than any person who had lost a son in middle age.

She pressed her fist against her chest in grief, her other hand still wrapped around Chu Jingxiao.

Looking at Chu Hongzhen's appearance seemed like he still wanted the imperial physician to check Chu Jingxiao, but all he got in return was Zhao Guifei's hoarse resistance,

"Don't touch him! None of you touch my Fuse!"

She used her shoulder to knock away the imperial physician's hand, and in a state of madness, she rejected everyone who tried to approach her and Chu Jingxiao, which naturally included Chu Hongzhen.

Seeing this, Chu Hongzhen could only let out a low sigh and turned around to go to Chu Hongyi's side.

This approach of his Cheng Xiaoxiao was understandable when he looked at it.

After all, one son is already gone, the other is still alive or dead, and Zhao Guifei has a look of complete resistance, so naturally it is better to go and see Chu Hongyi's situation first and listen to what the imperial physician has to say.

Let's just say it was unexpected and reasonable.

It is that she did not expect everything will happen so fast, she also thought that just now Chu Hongzhen deeply touched, no matter how surely will accompany Zhao Guifei sad for a while is.

"When can we leave?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao's head was vaguely aching again, she reached out her fingers and tugged on Chu Yunshen's cloak, carefully asking in a low voice.

Before Chu Yunshen could reply to Cheng Xiaoxiao's words, a muffled crash suddenly came from the hall.

The two of them almost simultaneously turned their heads to look over there, only to see a goose-colored figure falling limply to the ground.

Cheng Xiaoxiao fixed her eyes again, and the person who fell down was none other than Noble Consort Zhao.

She didn't know how Noble Consort Zhao hated to go down to her heart, and how disheartened she had to be to think of crashing into it herself.

The imperial physician was only busy on Chu Hongyi's side and hurriedly headed over to Noble Consort Zhao's side.

It was only when they turned Noble Consort Zhao's body over that Cheng Xiaoxia and the girls were able to see Noble Consort Zhao's injuries.

Zhao Guifei's face still retained the blood stains that had stained it, and those blood had already turned into dried blood stains, which were in turn washed away by Zhao Guifei's tears into messy traces, which appeared particularly gruesome on her pale cheeks.

She had also broken a good-sized gash in her forehead, crimson blood gurgling out like running water, her face and lips turning pale at a rate visible to the naked eye.

I had thought that with such a serious injury, Zhao Guifei would definitely pass out.

I didn't realize that she was still staring at those red and swollen danfeng eyes from crying, staring straight at the beams of the Bohol Hall.

She looked like this but the imperial physician was so scared that he stepped back and almost sat on the ground, the imperial physician gasped for breath before he dared to walk to her side to take her pulse.

No one knew what she was looking at, and until the time she was sparingly brought out of the Baohe Palace by Chu Yunshen, Cheng Xiaoxiao was not able to hear what Noble Consort Zhao said again, nor was she able to see any more of Noble Consort Zhao's actions.

She was like, like a worn-out rag doll, completely devoid of human essence.

It seemed that because of Chu Jingxiao's passing, her soul left with her.

Pi Cheng Xiaoxiao could only think of this her body vacated, and only when she reacted did she realize that she was already lying in Chu Yunshen's arms.

Always such an afterthought, Cheng Xiaoxiao didn't know what to say about herself.

But she was just inexplicably sleepy again today, and her legs were weak for no apparent reason.

Maybe I was really scared by the sight of blood. Just go back and drink more hot water.

Straight men like Cheng Xiaoxiao still didn't know that her lips were now so white that they could rival those of Zhao Guifei just now.

This was also why Chu Yunshen would carry her outside the palace as soon as he left the Baohe Palace instead of letting her leave on her own.

Her body was draped in the cloak that Chu Yunshen had unwrapped, and her uncertain voice came from underneath the cloak.

"So, isn't that not very nice?"