Wei Qi

His Majesty King Shang has returned to the palace.

The palace slaves were jumping around, because when His Majesty the King of Shang returns to the palace, the first thing he will do is neither to visit the queen mother, nor to summon the ministers, nor to visit the concubines who are eagerly looking forward to, but to send the imperial concubines to the palace. The doctor called to Chengqian Hall.

The concubines and queen mothers of all the palaces were a little shocked. Could it be that His Majesty King Shang was injured?Thinking of this, the Empress Dowager and the other concubines couldn't sit still, and sent people to Chengqian Hall to find out the truth.

As for the Chengqian Hall, people were already on their backs, servants filled the hall, and imperial doctors kept coming in and out. It was almost as lively as a vegetable market outside the palace. "I don't care what method you use! You must save him!" Shang Yifei was so angry that he kept patting the book case in the side hall of Chengqian Palace. Just now, the imperial doctor came to report, saying that the man might not be able to continue. .

The imperial doctors glanced at each other with astonishment in their eyes.

When they came to see a doctor, they thought it was just a guard who was injured, but after seeing the injury of the man inside, it is undeniable that everyone felt contemptuous.

One can tell how the wound came out at a glance, and compared with the rare panic expression on His Majesty Shang's face, needless to say, this person is probably His Majesty's Xinna again.It's just a pet servant who relies on his butt, and the imperial doctors are even more neglectful.

But what happened now?His Majesty the King of Shang was actually dragged out by His Majesty the King of Shang and killed with a stick because of what an imperial doctor said, and he was unable to continue?How could this person be so favored?

Thinking that all the imperial doctors here really panicked, what should I do?That man was really dangerous. The wound was an old wound joined by a new one. It seemed that he had been torn apart twice in a row. Such wounds were not easy to apply medicine or seal, and it would take a lot of time to heal.

The imperial doctors hurriedly retreated from the side hall and returned to the inner hall to see the wound of the unknown man, and the maids and servants who came to visit from the palaces also returned to the master's side immediately to report the matter.

The queen mother shook her head as soon as she heard it, and waved her hands to ignore it.

But the masters of the various palaces reacted differently. The only thing they had in common was that they were full of jealousy and resentment toward those lucky enough to lie on the dragon bed. "Go, show me again. If that person is dead, come back and ignore it! If he is alive, hum! Think about how to deal with it!" Empress Empress ordered, and Chen Zhan, her most beloved servant In response, the Queen's Qikun Hall came out. "Hmph, don't worry about it, let's just wait and see what happens." Concubine Liu Gui pursed her thin lips, her fair and tender face was tinged with a strange red color, her eyes were cold and murderous.

However, the unidentified person who has been occupying the dragon bed whose life is hanging by a thread has never woken up.

It has been nearly ten days, but Wei Qi on the dragon bed has been in a coma.Because of this incident, Shang Wang Shang Yifei often lost his temper with the imperial physicians, and almost every imperial physician received the ban.However, no matter how Shang Yifei beat or punished him, Wei Qi on the bed remained unconscious.

Wei Qi only felt a dull color in front of his eyes.

In that utter darkness, he saw a small baby.

The child was fat and white, and had been sleeping deeply. He was carried in a basket and carried away by a woman who looked like a maid in light blue clothes.

No, don't go anymore.He knew that if he only turned one more intersection, the woman would leave the baby at the intersection and leave without paying attention.

But there was no way to stop him, he watched helplessly as the woman who couldn't see her face threw the basket at the intersection, and then the maid left in panic.

A scruffy-dressed man who looked like a scholar came over and saw the basket. It was a much younger man whom Wei Qi was familiar with.Wei Qi knew that that person would definitely pick up the basket, and then that person would take the baby away, and then work hard to raise it up.

Wei Qi knew that the baby was himself.

Wei Qi watched the little baby grow up little by little. When he was young, he didn't feel that he was different from others.However, no one wants to play with him. Everyone will make fun of him being thrown on the side of the road like a dog. Everyone will say that he is a bastard. Wei Qi knows that those beggars have no malicious intentions.But such a fact made him unable to understand and accept it at a young age.

The child actually felt very painful.Even beggars are divided into different classes.Other beggars can clearly tell where they come from, what they have done in the past, and who their parents are.But he, completely, has nothing.

Except for the jade pendant around his neck, he has no relatives or parents. He doesn't know when he came to this world, and he doesn't know where his future is.

Also because of this, he is more competitive than other beggars.He is more stubborn than anyone else, although the cruelty of life makes him carefully hide that stubbornness deep in his heart, but sometimes, that stubbornness will show up when it is not appropriate.

He was always bullied when he was young, and he and the scholar old beggar who had nothing to rely on would always be rejected and bullied by everyone.He is often trampled by those who are not going anywhere clean like mud on the ground.

After becoming Wei Qi, he thought that these memories had disappeared, and disappeared in his life with the appearance of the Seventh Young Master.And now, thanks to that scumbag Shang Yifei, he finally remembered.

How could he forget?Those days and times he has experienced, those pains of being underestimated and trampled by others, even if he became Wei Qi, he became the seventh young master of Nuanchun Pavilion, he could not look back at those times, and he could not ignore those pains.

Shang Yifei looked at Wei Qi, who was motionless and pale on the bed, the rosy color on his face had disappeared, and his whole person took on a gray and gloomy complexion.

The imperial doctor said that his wound was too large, and the wound was in a hidden place, so it was more prone to inflammation. His body temperature returned to normal only the day before yesterday. He had been running a fever before, and the temperature on his face could make an egg cook.But that's all there is to it.

The imperial doctor said that there should be nothing wrong with his body temperature, but Wei Qi never woke up.Seeing Wei Qi's lifeless look, Shang Yifei didn't know what he was feeling in his heart.

He felt that Wei Qi shouldn't be like this, he should be healthy, and occasionally stare at him in rebellion, but there is light in his eyes, he should lose his temper at him occasionally, not like this. There is no sound of breathing.In short, he felt something was wrong with Wei Qi like this, and it made him feel something wrong too.

Wei Qi II