The prince is seriously ill

In the seventh year of Renqing, spring.

The peonies in the courtyard of Zhaohua Palace are blooming.There are not many flowers blooming, only a few sporadic flowers appearing on the new branches.Most of the old branches are dead, and this year, there is not even a flower bud on the dying branches.

The thick and faint scent of flowers wafted in, Concubine Rong struggled to sit up from the bed, smelling the scent of flowers, she coughed and couldn't breathe.The maid hurriedly brought over the spittoon, and after she finished spitting out the reddish saliva, she handed her a square handkerchief familiarly.

Concubine Rong wiped away the residue from the corners of her mouth, and said hoarsely: "Help me get up."

"Your Majesty, do you want to get up and sit down?" The palace maid rolled up the bed curtain and put on a not-thin-thick robe for her.

"Go for a walk in the yard, lying down every day, my body is dead." Concubine Rong coughed twice as she spoke, "Where's Lan Gu?"

Gongtou lowered his head and said, "I'm teaching the second prince how to walk."

When Concubine Rong heard this, she suddenly coughed up a big mouthful of blood. On her pale and thin face, the cheekbones became more prominent, her coughing improved, and she said expressionlessly, "Has that trash stood up yet?"

The maid didn't dare to speak directly, she whispered: "The Second Prince has made great progress, and this servant guesses that the Second Prince might be able to stand up today."

Concubine Rong closed her eyes weakly, opened them again after a while, bit her lips and said, "Help me over there." She wants to see if he can stand up today, if he can't stand up again, then don't blame him She is cruel.She didn't know what she would do, and she found that as soon as she got angry now, she often couldn't control her behavior.

Five years, she has been waiting for five full years.

In the past five years, she had been full of hope for him, and ordered the maids to take care of his legs with medicine and alcohol every day, no matter whether it was sunny or rainy. Since he was two years old, she taught him to talk and walk, patiently Teach him word by word, and help him to walk slowly against the wall.But until today, at the age of five, he still can't speak a single coherent sentence, let alone walk. As long as others let go, he will squat on the ground like a dog, crawling on the ground with all fours...

She had had enough, her patience was worn out.

How can a trash who can't say a word and walk the road give her light and new life?How could it be possible to win the final victory and give her the throne and glory of the Queen Mother?Impossible, everything is impossible, she has already lost a complete defeat!It's ridiculous, why was she so stupid to bet all her chips on such a useless thing?There will be no more bright days, maybe I will die of old age here, oh no, how could it be old age?It's right to die of illness, with this body, how much time is left?

"Second prince, this servant is going to let go of your hand. You must stand firm and never sit on the ground again." Lan Zhi bent over, and gradually let go of the hands holding the child's armpits.

Almost at the same time, the child sat down on the ground.

"Gu Lan, go away," Concubine Rong shouted at the door, quickly took off the hairpin on her head, and stabbed at the child, "Sit on the floor, right? I want you to sit! I want you to sit! I want you to not be able to stand up! Today I want to see if you stand or not!"

The child cried loudly, biting pain came from the buttocks and legs on the back from time to time, the body trembled continuously, and subconsciously moved to the corner of the wall.

"Tell you to cry, you still dare to cry!" Concubine Rong slapped him on the face with one hand, as if feeling puzzled, she slapped him twice with her backhand.His hands suddenly went numb, and his palms began to feel hot. She saw a streak of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The child didn't dare to cry anymore, and sobbed with his mouth pursed, tears overflowing, staring at Concubine Rong closely, and moved back guardedly.

"I'll say it for the last time, stand up for me! Do you hear me, I want you to stand up immediately!" Concubine Rong said with restraint.

The child looked at her in fear and kept shaking his head.

Concubine Rong finally walked away, looking down at the child on the ground, the moment she met his eyes, there was strong resentment and contempt in her eyes, return to the prince?What kind of prince are you?You monster, you stupid pig and dog! "Come here, beat me, beat me hard, until I stand up."

The palace maid walked towards the child with the whip, and waved her right hand in a graceful arc. The whip passed by, leaving a few phantoms in midair, and then landed on the child's lap.

"Didn't you eat? It's all trash! I said to beat hard, beat me hard!" Concubine Rong pointed at the maid holding the whip, her face grim.

The whip flew up into the air, then fell down quickly, making a whining sound, bringing a rush of cold wind.

The child hugged his head tightly, his back had already touched the wall, and he could no longer shrink in. He started to run away along the wall.The whip followed him like a shadow, and no matter where he climbed, he followed him relentlessly. The child let out a wailing sound from his throat, like a cornered beast, scurrying away regardless of direction.

After Concubine Rong spoke, the court lady no longer had any scruples, and swayed the whip in her hand wantonly, as if crawling on the ground was a captured demon, not the disabled five-year-old prince.

The child fell to the ground, motionless, and the whip was whipped, and there was no response.

Concubine Rong staggered, holding onto the wall and spurting a mouthful of blood.

"Okay, stop beating, take the second prince down to apply the medicine." Lan Zhi hurriedly shouted, helping Concubine Rong to sit down, "Your Majesty, the second prince is still young, if you give him more time, he will definitely be able to stand up."

"Is he still young? He's already five years old. If he can't stand up again, let alone in the future." Concubine Rong clutched her chest, feeling weak.

"Your Majesty, don't forget about the second prince's leg problem. Naturally, you can't compare him with an ordinary five-year-old child. Haste makes waste. Your Majesty must be patient." Lan Zhi said in a low voice.

Concubine Rong sneered, "Patience? Bengong's patience has worn out long ago! Don't talk shit about your patience!"

"Your Majesty's mood is understandable," Lan Zhi sighed, "But I've talked about it, persuaded me, scolded me, beat me, the second prince just can't stand up, what can I do? "

"If you can't stand up, what's the use of keeping him?" Concubine Rong muttered to herself, was silent for a while, and then suddenly said, "Gu Lan, come here!" , "Can you hear me clearly?"

Lan Zhi nodded, "Your servant knows how to do it, so you can rest assured!" She thought that maybe this method would be effective, so she turned her head to the palace maid Yueying and said, "How is the second prince?"

"I've woken up, I just took the medicine for sores, and I'm lying on the bed to rest." The maid said.

"Have you eaten yet?" Lan Zhi asked.

"I haven't had time to eat yet."

Concubine Rong stood up, "Order to go down and lock the Second Prince in the firewood room! No one is allowed to deliver food to the Second Prince without my palace's order!"

"Your maid obeys the order." The maid saluted and stepped back slowly.

Concubine Rong stared blankly at the setting sun in the courtyard, dazed.If hunger doesn't make you stand up, then there is no salvation!

The spring night in February was chilly, and the locked chaimen creaked in the wind.The moon shone obliquely in front of the window, and the unlit woodshed was dimly lit.

The firewood room was empty and there was nothing there except a child with a broken leg who was holding his arms and curled up in a corner with tears in his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, the child resisted the pain caused by the tearing wound, gritted his teeth and slowly crawled from the corner to the door.

The child grasped the crack of the chaimen with both hands, and pushed and pulled it with all his strength, the door shook slightly, but it was still locked tightly.

Hungry, so hungry!He heard his stomach growling, how long had he not eaten?He didn't seem to know, he just remembered that since he entered this door, the sun rose and set, the moon came in and then disappeared, and now it was dawning outside again, and he hadn't eaten.

He lay by the door and knocked on the door weakly, unable to lift his hands, and was sweating all over his body.Eat, give me to eat!The child cried and yelled, he didn't speak fluently, he could only jump out word by word.His voice became hoarse, and his throat was so dry that he couldn't speak. He fell under the door, letting the tears flow, and the place where the tears flowed was hot and painful.

He suddenly wiped his tears, propped up his upper body with his hands, raised his head and stared at the chaimen, then crawled to the edge of the chaimen with great difficulty, opened his mouth and bit down, his teeth touched the hard wooden door, he carefully bit the edge of the door, Biting and tearing, he finally tore off a small piece of sawdust.He chewed hard on the sawdust, the sharp strands of wood lodged between his teeth, and the bitter, musty, and salty taste mixed together to form a disgusting smell, and he forced himself to swallow it, whatever it was , he just wants to swallow something into his stomach now.

But things didn't go as planned at all. The sawdust he chewed and swallowed rushed up his throat, forcing him to spit out a puddle of yellow water with a wow.The yellow water was just under the head, and the child spat out again. The remaining saliva at the corner of the mouth merged into a very resilient silver thread, and it was not until it was connected with the filth on the ground that it broke from thick to thin...

The door opened suddenly.

The child was like a frightened snake, twisting its body and crawling towards the corner of the wall.