Li Changsi raised his eyes and looked at Bai Zhuo with a sharp gaze: "Teacher Bai, do you want to pursue me?"
Bai Zhuo's heartbeat quickened when he was looked at by her big ebony eyes. She was already delicate and charming. When she looked at people straight, her eyes were misty and vast, like the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which was alluring.
Bai Zhuo nodded. "I have a crush on you, so, Teacher Li, can you give me a chance?"
Li Changsi sneered and said firmly: "No, I already have someone I like."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a stabbing pain in her head. The pain made her vision go black and she knocked over the teacup beside her.
Bai Zhuo's face turned pale, and he tightly grasped the rein in his hand. After seeing her refuse, he turned pale and sweated profusely, as if he had an acute illness, and hurried to help her.
"This severely violates the characterization of the female supporting role and will be obliterated by will..." the female supporting role system said anxiously, "Host, do you want to die?"
Li Changsi raised his eyes, his face as pale as snow, but his eyes were as dark as the night. He spoke word by word, "Don't like me. It will lead to nothing."
After she finished speaking, she fainted from the pain. Before she passed out, she cursed softly, "Damn, it really hurts, as if her soul is being torn apart." But after she said that, she felt extremely happy in her heart. It was a joke to let her be controlled by others.
She would rather die in pain and return to the darkness of nothingness than to be hypocritical with others.
She had been confined to the palace for half her previous life, but she had never felt so aggrieved. As long as the will of the world couldn't kill her, she could kill this damn female supporting character.
Inside the box, Bai Zhuo's face suddenly changed when he saw her faint. He held her up and shouted to the woman who was still playing the pipa, "Call 120."
A customer fainted in Lane 49, which soon caused a small commotion.
Li Changsi was sent directly to the nearest hospital.
Wearing a white lab coat, Wei Zhenxi held up the latest CT scan report. She glanced at the gloomy faces of Lu Qi and Bai Zhuo and said, "The report just came out. It's a coma caused by sudden shock. He's fine now, but he needs to rest before he wakes up."
Lu Qi's face was gloomy and indifferent. Seeing her lying on the hospital bed, pale, helpless, and dying, there was a thick darkness in her eyes. A biting coldness surged from every part of his body, as if he had experienced such a scene many years ago.
"Zhenxi, how long will it take for her to wake up?"
Wei Zhenxi paused. "I'm not sure. Her body functions are all normal, but she's very weak. What happened before she fell into a coma?"
They both looked at Bai Zhuo.
Bai Zhuo felt extremely frustrated. Li Changsi's sudden fainting really scared him, and he never expected that Lu Qi was also in Lane 49. In the chaos, he drove Lu Qi's car to the hospital, and then saw Wei Zhenxi being called over urgently.
Next is a CT scan and examination.
Bai Zhuo pursed his lips and said, "Before she fainted, we were chatting. She didn't even take a sip of tea before she suddenly fainted. If you don't believe me, you can ask the waiter in the private room."
Lu Qi's face was cold: "What are you talking about?"
Bai Zhuo took a deep breath. "What we talked about is a private matter between Changsi and me. If Mr. Lu wants to know, he can wait for Changsi to wake up and ask her."
Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two, Wei Zhenxi coughed lightly and said, "If you have anything to say, go outside and talk. Don't disturb the patient's rest."
Lu Qi glanced at Li Changsi lying on the hospital bed, and walked out of the ward without saying a word. His chest felt so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.
"Mr. Lu." Bai Zhuo followed him out of the ward and stood in the corridor. He called out to Lu Qi and said, each word piercingly, "I know you're Changsi's new boyfriend, but do you know you're just a substitute?"
Substitute, substitute? Wei Zhenxi almost stumbled and fell in shock. Lu Qi, a substitute? He said Lu Qi was actually someone else's substitute?
Wei Zhenxi looked at Bai Zhuo strangely. Bai Mu's younger brother was a few years younger than them, so they had never been in the same circle since childhood. He probably didn't even know Lu Qi. Putting aside other things, just based on Lu Qi's face and the huge assets that he couldn't even calculate, could he be someone else's substitute?
"You don't believe it?" Bai Zhuo sneered and found a screenshot of Li Changsi's comments in the group chat a few days ago: Is unrequited love considered a relationship? The other person doesn't like me, so I want to find a replacement.
Li Changsi rejected him so decisively that he really didn't know who she liked, but it definitely couldn't be Mr. Lu in front of him, because she found a boyfriend a few days after she said this.
There is no need to say who the substitute is.
Lu Qi looked at the screenshots of the WeChat chat history, pursed his lips mercilessly, and said indifferently: "Some people are probably not even substitutes."
He always knew that there was someone in her heart. Sometimes she would look at his face obsessively, find a scent on him that did not belong to him, and whisper other names in her dreams.
Bai Zhuo's face stiffened slightly: "So it doesn't matter if you're a substitute?"
Lu Qi's brown eyes were deep as he spoke word by word, "No matter who she likes, the only person by her side can only be me."
Domineering and full of control.
Bai Zhuo saw his agent and assistant rushing over to the end of the hospital corridor, and then left with a grim face.
Wei Zhenxi stepped forward and patted Lu Qi on the shoulder: "You don't look well, go to my office and rest for a while. Where's Song Mao?"
Lu Qi: "I asked him to go back and get some daily necessities and a change of clothes."
After Lu Qi finished speaking, he entered the ward, sat in front of the bed, looked at the unconscious Li Changsi, and reached out to gently smooth out the trace of hostility between her eyebrows.
Wei Zhenxi stood outside the door, wanting to say something but hesitant. Finally, he sighed and said nothing.
After Li Changsi fainted from the pain, he vaguely realized that he was not dead, but his consciousness was groggy and he fell into the dusty memories again.
This time it was early spring in March. Because she controlled the government, she aroused the dissatisfaction of pedantic scholars. Scholars from all prefectures and cities came to the capital and sat in protest in front of the palace. Some also wrote tens of thousands of words to criticize her. In short, it was very chaotic.
She didn't care at all and just ordered these scholars and students to be driven out of the palace. Her father had ignored the affairs of state for a long time, and memorials from all over the country were piling up. She had to spend most of her time every day dealing with state affairs, and the remaining half of her time was spent mediating with the old foxes in the court. How could she have time to deal with these pedantic students?
She was busy from winter to early spring. When the spring flowers in the courtyard were in bloom and the palace maids were wearing thin spring clothes and pinning peach blossoms on their necks, smiling as brightly as the spring flowers, she suddenly realized that it was time to enjoy the spring.
She was only an eighteen-year-old girl. Although her marriage had been delayed for a long time, she was in the prime of her life, but her heart felt inexplicably old.
On the day of Jingzhe, she abandoned the memorials and documents, disguised herself as an ordinary official's daughter, and left the palace to enjoy the spring.
At this time, the scholars and students who had been causing the disturbance were still sitting in front of Guanghua Gate, steamed buns and flatbreads hidden in their sleeves, protesting without eating or drinking. The Minister of the Central Secretariat, fearing something might happen to her, caught up with her and whispered, "If Your Highness wishes to leave the palace, please take me with you."
In fact, she didn't remember much about what he looked like, she only knew that he was a handsome man with a straight figure. Once there is one person in this world who enters your heart, all other people will be like passing clouds, forgotten in a moment.
She looked at her lover, who was a head taller than her, with half-closed eyes, and said coldly, "Last autumn, when I broke off my engagement with you, didn't you feel resentful?"
She took advantage of him, and then he kicked her away after the deed was done. Why would she do that to such a heartless person like him?
The Minister of the Central Secretariat smiled warmly, saying, "Perhaps I am not good enough. Your Highness, there is no need to feel guilty."
She truly felt warmed by him at that moment, and she lowered her eyes and said, "Come with me."
In the early spring, the capital city is full of blooming peach blossoms. Under the weeping willows on the river bank are small vendors selling their wares. The aroma of cakes and candies drifts in through the windows. In the distance, there are layers of green mountains and curling smoke. She sits in a teahouse by the window, watching the various scenes in the market, quietly in a daze, and the voices of the women downstairs are blown up by the wind.
"I heard that the Imperial Master often comes down from the mountains in the early spring, bringing the little princess to experience urban life?"
"I saw him a few days ago. He was even more handsome than the gods in the storybooks. He even bought a candied haws for the little princess."
"I don't know if I can see you today."
"It's a blessing to see you."
She felt a little numb after hearing this. Such words were said every day in the imperial palace, and it was hard not to hear them. Her third brother and seventh sister were afraid that she didn't hear them enough, so they came to mock her every now and then. She would beat them out, but they would come back again after a few days.
She thought her heart had become as hard as iron, but it felt like a thread was pulling at her heart, and the slightest effort would tear it apart and bleed profusely. Would the pain go away once the blood had drained out?
"Your Highness, it seems that Mr. Xunlu and His Highness Nineteenth Prince are in front of us." The Minister of the Central Secretariat came forward and said softly, "Mr. Xunlu can deduce the fortunes of the world. Your Highness has a teacher-student relationship with him. Why don't you invite him up for some tea?"
Everyone in the court knew that the Imperial Master had a bad relationship with her, which was why he had accepted another disciple, keeping it secret only to maintain a last vestige of affection. The Minister of the Central Secretariat hoped that the relationship between her and Lan Jingxing would ease, but he didn't know that there was no reconciliation between them.
She lowered her eyes and watched Lan Jingxing walking across the bluestone road and onto the stone bridge. He was bringing Li Chaolu with him and buying an oil-paper umbrella painted with peach blossoms. His plain figure was as bright as the moon, pure and unworldly. Little Nineteen beside him was also pure and lovely.
Is it going to rain? She looked up at the sky. It always rains a lot in spring at this time of year.
"Let's go back to the palace." Her voice was indifferent. She stood up and went back to the palace. The plain sleeves brushed against the carved wooden window and hung down in a winding manner. She went downstairs, taking the opposite route from Lan Jingxing. After walking a long way, she bumped into the child holding the kite in a trance.
The gorgeous and graceful butterfly kite fell to the ground. She bent down to pick it up, but the child picked up the butterfly and ran away.
"Your Highness, do you like butterfly kites? When I was young, I often made kites for my sister. If Your Highness doesn't mind, I will make one for you. It will be quick."
The Minister of the Central Secretariat walked over and talked to the vendor at the stall for a few words, then started painting, cutting, and setting up a frame. Soon, he made a more exquisite and gorgeous butterfly kite, with a big tail fluttering in the wind, looking very unrestrained.
She stood by the roadside, touching the kite, and finally cut the kite string, watching it fly farther and farther away until it could no longer be seen, and then she returned to the palace.
After returning, someone brought a letter from Lan Jingxing to Guoyun Mountain. The handwriting was smooth and flowing, familiar yet unfamiliar. The letter said that Xiao Shijiu had reached the age to learn the art of playing the guzheng and had chosen the guzheng. He hoped that she could return the phoenix-head guzheng on Guoyun Mountain.
After reading it, she ordered someone to smash the konghou in the bedroom to pieces and send it to Guoyun Mountain. That night, she woke up in pain in the middle of the night. In the chilly spring season, she threw a box of unsent letters into the incense burner and burned it clean.
From then on, she had nothing to lose. At that time, she did not know that she would die quietly in Changxin Palace three months later, poisoned.
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