His Royal Highness the First Prince of Daliang

"Qi Changfeng, isn't it the Chinese New Year soon?" The little prince was wrapped tightly from head to toe, leaning in Qi Changfeng's arms, being hugged and sitting in the long pavilion outside the palace gate.At this time, the long pavilion of Wangshu Palace is full of stoves, and the thick and soft curtains are hung layer by layer to block the cold wind at the turn of winter and spring.

The little prince had to go out after waking up, but it was very cold and windy outside, so how could he dare to ask this glass man to go out to suffer from the cold.But in this situation, if the little prince is disobedient, who can take care of him?Concubine Zhao Guifei couldn't bear to beat her son even in her imagination, so she could only order the palace people to surround the pavilions with the strongest first-class coarse cloth and thick cotton quilts—this fairy palace-like palace has never been seen since it was built. so ugly.It's just that it doesn't matter whether it's beautiful or not at this time.Fortunately, Kang Ning didn't care too much, as if he and Qi Changfeng should be let alone for a while.

"Well, you still know this?" Qi Changfeng lowered his head and kissed his cold little face, "After sleeping in the dark for so long, can you still remember the time? It seems that Chinese New Year is indeed coming soon."

In fact, Qi Changfeng is no more aware of the weather outside than Kang Ning who has been in a coma.The cycle of the sun and the moon has long been meaningless to him. Qi Changfeng's life has lost all concepts, leaving only a kind of waiting that gradually becomes desperate in waiting.

Qi Changfeng couldn't imagine what Kang Ning was feeling at the moment, but as far as he was concerned—he seemed to have glimpsed that black, silent death many times.During this period of time, sometimes he would follow Kang Ning in the gap between waking up or sleep, and sometimes he would lie on the side of the little prince's sick bed and stare for a quarter of an hour.

And more than once, he would fall into that bizarre dream: he seemed to recall that when he was still young, he accidentally strayed into the Valley of the Dead in his hometown Baihe.He has long forgotten the real experience of going deep into it when he was a child, but in his dream, the Valley of the Dead is a white miasma, he is stepping on the cold and frozen soil, and the black scorched dead tree branches are twisted and slanted. In the sky, countless pitch-black birds hide behind dead trees, like a group of purple shadows, secretly spying on the ghost's dream.The whispering whispers of the dead were brought by the low wind that hovered around the feet, and from time to time out of these faint whispers a cold hand was stretched out to catch him.

Qi Changfeng realized again and again in his dream that this is the world of the dead.His eyes were blue-purple, indistinguishable, deep and vast, and he heard only meaningless babbling and a dark wind, which made him feel a slow, continuous coldness from the cracks in his bones.And this darkness and coldness will never end, and there will never be rain, rain, thunder, and light from the sun and the moon.

In fact, he usually wakes up quickly.When people have something on their minds, it is difficult to sleep peacefully.But unlike ordinary dreams, it won't take long after waking up to be able to get rid of the influence of the dream situation - Qi Changfeng's consciousness and thoughts began to be more and more deeply shrouded by the dream of the dead.

It was already difficult for him to have optimistic hopes or be sure that the little prince would be saved in the end.He tried—every day, every hour he tried to pull himself together, but he just couldn't do it.He began to think unavoidably—is that where his little Highness, his little moon, the ultimate human dream in the world of mortals will go?

Is that where his love is going?

Under the Nine Springs, in the loess, the sky will never be seen.so cold.

—No, I cannot leave you alone in such a place.

— At least I have to go there with you.

This thought was so sad and desperate, but it actually comforted Qi Changfeng to some extent.At this moment, even though he felt sore and painful, the anxiety that had lasted for several months had quietly melted away.

"You're living a foolish life," Kang Ning leaned back, resting his head on Qi Changfeng's neck, "Qi Changfeng, don't cry. Look—how beautiful the sun is today."

"I didn't..." Hearing what he said, Qi Changfeng really thought he was crying. He wiped his face before he could confirm that he was really just being fooled by the little prince.It's just that he didn't finish his rebuttal, the next moment his pupils constricted, and his heart fell into an ice cave, "Kang Ning! Ning Ning! What's going on?! What's wrong with you!"

The person in his arms closed his eyes tightly, his face was as pale as paper, and his head limply tilted around his shoulders and neck, as if he had lost all breath.

Even though he thought he had repeatedly imagined the final ending, at that moment, Qi Changfeng still felt that his soul was gone in an instant, and everything in the world turned into nothingness except for a painful heart in his chest.

For more than a dozen hours after that, Qi Changfeng was completely unconscious.He stared blankly at the little prince being snatched from his arms in a hurry, and listened in a daze to the old doctor Guan saying in a trembling voice: "Your Highness is still breathing, but I'm afraid it will only be in the next two days." He stood in the palace like a wandering soul, witnessing the painful cries of the palace people and the mournful cries of the imperial concubine.

The five senses of heaven and earth, candles and warm wind—everything in this world seems to have been completely stripped from Qi Changfeng.At this moment, he seems to have become a living soul without joy or anger, a living ghost in Wangshu Palace.

"I didn't cry." In the early morning when the moon and stars were sparse, Qi Changfeng seemed to suddenly realize that he hadn't finished his rebuttal during the day.So he stood there dumbly talking to himself, not knowing who he was talking to.

It’s just that the Wangshu Palace at that time was already full of lost souls, no one had any room to care about others, and he was not the only one talking to himself in a trance—all the sad and hopeless emotions converged together, and in this bleak winter The night melted into the warm wind burning with soothing incense.

Never was a night as long as this one—

When the sky was bright, Meng Baifan staggered and was dragged in by Wu Yiwei all the way in. As soon as he stepped in, he was shocked and all the blood disappeared from his face—she thought she was a step late.

At the critical moment, let alone General Qi, who is no longer useful, is the former emperor and imperial concubine, and the grand lady of Wangshu Palace, Bi Tao, who is famous throughout the palace—there is no one who can do anything at this time.

The agile old doctor Guan, who was not of his age, made his words clear—"Quick! Quick! Your Highness is still breathed by the golden needle, I don't know how long it will last," said the old doctor Guan, who usually opened his eyes. Always drooping, doing everything slowly, as if he is already very old.But at this time, he ran all the way, and the five or six attendants behind him failed to keep up. The old doctor was still blushing and out of breath:

"Is the ghost magpie available? I have told them to prepare the antidote for Yu Junfeng at any time. How long will it take for the other medicine?"

Meng Baifan hesitated for a moment, and rushed in with explosive speed to take a look at Kang Ning.She couldn't care less about tidying herself up at all—the girl's clothes were torn and her face was covered with dirt at the moment.She touched the little prince's veins with her dusty fingers, and suddenly understood the current situation, and then she gritted her teeth: "I will definitely get it in two hours. Please also invite Senior Guan Save His Highness's life within these two hours!"

In fact, Meng Baifan only had a rough plan for the antidote during the hasty return journey, and he was not completely sure.If time permits——she hopes to be fully prepared and actually test the drug on people.

But now Corning's state really cannot be delayed for a moment.Not only is it a risk for Meng Baifan to prepare the antidote in a short period of time, but it is also a great challenge for the old doctor Guan to keep his life alive—even if Hua Tuo is alive, he can’t guarantee how long the little prince can live at this moment .

Three imperial physicians who are good at medicine ran to the pharmacy to study the antidote together with Meng Baifan without talking. On the way, they also knocked over a goose——Qi Changfeng, who seemed to be slowly coming back from the underworld and had not fully recovered consciousness. .And from Meng Baifan running in to "kuangkuangkuang" running away, not to mention greeting the emperor, it was almost like leaving no time for the emperor and concubines to intervene.

But these "useless" people gradually began to realize what had just happened in the temple, and then they fell into an unbelievable ecstasy one after another.

"Ah...zhen...she...Bai Fan is back?" The emperor put his hands on Zhao Guifei as if he lost his strength. He wanted to say something, but found that he had to find his tongue with difficulty first.

Zhao Yunqiao, who was in the same kind of ecstasy, no longer had the slightest thought to fight coldly with the emperor. Tears came from her red and swollen eyes. She turned around and threw herself into the arms of Emperor Hui. "She's back!" Trembling violently, "She said she could bring out the antidote! Two hours, another two hours—our child will not die, he will be saved soon!"

The new year is indeed getting closer, and it seems that at this moment, there is finally a ray of early spring breeze blowing into the waning Wangshu Palace with Meng Baifan's return.The pain and hopelessness of a few moments ago seemed to be suddenly ignited by a wire of fire, and then almost rushed into a silent and tense ecstasy in a burning posture.

"What's going on? Are you stupid?" Qi Changfeng suddenly realized that he was still breathing.Then he felt someone touch his shoulder.

It's Yangui.He had already wandered in to see the little prince, and when he came out, he saw Qi Changfeng was still standing there stupidly, maintaining the original appearance when he was knocked over.

No one noticed when Yan Gui came back—he was a hundred times more embarrassed than Meng Baifan, and there was a new eye-catching injury on his neck. fierce fight.It's just that he seemed to be in a good mood, and he wasn't as nervous as those people who had been by Kang Ning's side all the time.

"Relax. His Highness definitely doesn't want to see you like this when he wakes up—maybe he will turn his back on you because he dislikes you. That's pretty good," Yan Gui said in a harsh tone, but in reality His attitude is unprecedentedly friendly:

"When we were in Wushan, it rained every day, and it was so cold that people's limbs were stiff in the winter. But when we got the ghost magpie, we were finally able to return from Wushan—that day, the poisonous miasma in Wushan cleared, and the head The sky is clear for thousands of miles, and it is a bright sun that Nanping has never seen in winter."

"You know. Your Highness, he likes the sun the most."