Chapter 105 The slender fingers trembled as they touched the liquid splashed on her face. Wu Qining
The slender fingers trembled as they touched the liquid that splashed on her face.
Wu Qining stood frozen in place, her hands covered in warm red blood.
Her pale lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. The panic in her eyes was like a startled swallow that flew away in all directions. She stared at the hideous bloodstain on her palm. She seemed to be pierced by countless invisible arrows and nailed to the spot. Even her breathing was frozen by the dazzling red.
It is Song Shiwei's blood, the blood of her tutor.
She is going to die!
Wu Qining was shaking like a sieve, tears streaming down her unconscious face. She stretched out her finger and gently placed it on the wing of her nose.
A faint warm breath hit her fingertips, and seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.
She almost crawled out using both her hands and feet, staggered and pushed open the half-closed iron door, and screamed at Xuan Jian who was waiting outside:
"Imperial Physician! Call the Imperial Physician!"
"Save her! Save her!"
Blood was gushing out of the pierced shoulder, staining half of the dragon robe red. The crown tassel hung askew on his temples, and those eyes that once burned like a prairie fire now only had a few sparks flickering under the surging ashes.
Her hand holding Xuan Jian was shaking badly, as if she was grabbing at the last straw.
The imperial physician was carried on the back of a horse by the guards and came galloping over. She rushed to Song Shiwei in a hurry.
She felt her pulse with her fingertips and quickly took out a silver needle and gave Song Shiwei a few injections. Song Shiwei's body twitched a few times, and a mouthful of black blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
After a long while, the imperial physician breathed a sigh of relief. She bowed to the trembling Wu Qining and said softly:
"Taifu, you are suffering from a heart attack caused by anger, and long-term overwork has damaged your spleen and lungs. In addition, the arrow wound on your body has not healed, and maggots are growing on the rotting flesh." The imperial physician looked at the damp and cold environment here, and carefully glanced at Wu Qining, who was hiding in the shadows and whose expression could not be seen clearly. With the compassion of a doctor, she continued.
"Heart fire burns the lung metal, dissipating the true yin. Worrying during the day is like boiling oil in a cauldron, and staying awake at night is like a cold spring soaking into the bones. The qi and blood have long been exhausted."
"I have only temporarily controlled the condition of the Master, but there is still a risk of hemorrhage and loss of energy. If he cannot be treated, I am afraid..."
The imperial physician paused and didn't say the last sentence, but everyone could understand it.
If she doesn't get treated, she will die!
She's really going to die!
Isn't this great? She just needs to throw her here and do nothing to achieve her goal.
She doesn't need to dwell on the pain.
Thinking of this, Wu Qining lowered his red eyes and looked at Song Shiwei, who was lying lifeless on the straw pile.
The thin white dress was dotted with crimson stains, which spread from the collar to the chest and spread on the withered straw. The soaked fabric clung to her back, outlining her thin figure.
Wu Qining slightly bent his back, held her knees and back with his palms, and slowly embraced her. Her crooked head was gently placed on her arms, his chin gently resting on the top of her hair, and tears could not stop falling on her face.
Wu Qining picked her up and walked out step by step under the gaze of everyone.
She...she couldn't do it.
The youngest daughter of the late emperor, she had no intention of taking the throne. She was doted on in her childhood. Both her mother and her elder sister indulged her and gave in to her. They would even pick the stars from the sky for her if she wanted them. She was willful and domineering to the extreme.
After that, her sister rebelled, the previous emperor passed away, and she was pushed onto the throne. No one could protect her anymore.
So, after falling a few times and feeling the pain, she learned to protect herself. She suppressed her own nature and learned to be an obedient puppet emperor, submissive and at the mercy of others. Only in this way could those people from the aristocratic families tolerate her.
However, it is not so easy to change the character formed in childhood. She is willful, she values love, she just likes her, even if she schemes against her again and again, she still likes her. She loves her and hates her. The entanglement and contradiction have reached the extreme.
At this moment, deep in the charred ashes, a dying golden light loomed. Watered by Song Shiwei's blood, the dormant fire python suddenly opened its eyes.
The moment the night wind passed by, it suddenly jumped up half a foot high, and the embers of the dead wood exploded with a bang. The hot flames were wrapped in red flames, and it was like an awakened beast with bared fangs and claws, tearing the surrounding darkness into jumping fragments.
The dead ashes just now turned into a surging sea of fire, and the heat wave, carrying the smell of burnt food, burned the cold and lonely night into a scorching heat.
Her love was like a withered grass seed, casually drilling into cracked soil, embedding into cracks in gravel, and even clinging to rusty chains, inconspicuous and no one cared. Even she herself didn't care much.
She always believed that as a vengeful emperor, she would definitely be able to kill the traitors, verify the imperial power, and enhance the country's prestige.
And when the spring breeze blew the following year, the grass seeds spread like wildfire, and the vibrant wildfire once again overwhelmed the hatred in my heart.
She carried her back to Yongning Palace and carefully placed her on the couch.
"Order all the doctors in the Imperial Hospital to stop everything they are doing and treat her with all their strength. You can take any secret Lingzhi medicines that are treasured in the palace. No matter what secret remedies or techniques, as long as they can save her, we will do it at any cost."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Qining suddenly smiled. She reached out and touched the hot tears on her face, smiling brightly.
The soul that was panting and restless finally landed on the ground and landed beside Song Shiwei.
She trembled as she gently wiped the blood from the corner of Song Shiwei's mouth with a handkerchief, and carefully changed a set of clean clothes for her.
She thought, now that she was an emperor with great power, why couldn't she indulge her selfish desires a little.
The Imperial Tutor was not like those noble families who exploited the people and committed many evil deeds. She was concerned about the people and devoted all her energy to the cause. The only crime she had was treason and forcing the emperor to abdicate. As long as she did not pursue the matter, no one could accuse her.
She just doesn't like her. She just looks down on her as a puppet emperor.
She really did not do a good job. She was not good at farming and did not understand general affairs. It was only after she pointed out the problems of hidden households and heavy taxes that she began to take them seriously.
It was normal for her to look down on her. She could redeem her innocence and let her go.
She could even give her Jingzhou and make her a king of a different surname. In this way, she wouldn't have to see her, and she could enjoy the treatment of a local emperor in her fiefdom, and she would probably be able to live a peaceful life.
She just wants her to live.
It would be even better if she could stand before her calmly and call her "Your Majesty" during the court visit once every few years.
She accepted it all, no matter if you called her stupid, unjust, or lowly.
She just wanted her to live. If she couldn't even do that, what was the point of being an emperor with great power? She should just step down and let others take over.
Wu Qining stayed by Song Shiwei's side, hardly closing his eyes. The white-haired elderly imperial physician came in and out, and the situation finally stabilized.
A few days ago, Wu Qining refused everything related to Song Shiwei. Now looking at her like this, Xuan Jian was afraid that things would become more complicated.
She bowed and reported:
"Your Majesty, Song Lin from the Grand Tutor's Mansion wants to see you. She said that she has the golden medal of immunity from death specially granted by the late emperor and the late emperor's will, and begs Your Majesty to spare the Grand Tutor's life."
Song Lin took off his majestic armor, put on a thin white robe, held a small box, and made his remonstrance alone.
She respectfully handed the box in her hand to Wu Qining and looked at the emperor who hurriedly opened it with trembling hands.
Song Lin was a little dazed. She suddenly remembered that morning, the morning when the Grand Tutor started his rebellion.
She originally thought that the Grand Tutor would still keep her by his side, let her serve him, and protect her.
But the tutor refused and ordered her to stay in the mansion and stay by An Ning's side.
She handed the small box to her, and said that if she failed, she should present the will and the golden medal of immunity from death inside to His Majesty when he confiscated her property and exterminated her clan.
She said that no matter how much His Majesty hated her, as long as she was dead, Wu Qining would not kill them again for the sake of the will and her corpse.
She will give her followers a chance to live.
Song Lin didn't know what was written in the will. He saw Wu Qining holding the yellowed imperial edict tightly with her fingertips. The imperial edict made a crisp sound while shaking violently, as if it would be crushed into powder by her at any time.
The red ink in front of her eyes turned blood red, and every word hit her heart like a hammer.
It turns out that it was her from the beginning to the end, and it was she who brought the Master to this state.
A fishy-sweet taste surged in her throat, and she staggered back a few steps, bumping into the corridor pillar, and her jade crown fell to the ground with a clear cracking sound.
She suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The bright yellow imperial edict fell lightly to the ground, stained with the emperor's blood.
"The Emperor, in compliance with the Will of Heaven, proclaims:
I have been on the throne for thirty years, and I have never dared to slack off whenever I am concerned about the safety of the country. Now I am on my deathbed, and I am only worried about one thing - everything that Grand Tutor Song Shiwei did was in accordance with my secret orders. He was dealing with treacherous people, enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens, or forming a clique to explore the enemy's plans, or making false statements to deceive the emperor. He was actually a sharp weapon I had planted in the court, and he did not break the law for personal desires.
If Ning'er inherits the great cause and eliminates the treacherous ministers, she must not bear grudges against her, but should respect her as the Grand Tutor. If she really hates her, she should be spared, dismissed from office, and sent back to the countryside, so that her broken body can die peacefully.
Her daughter, Song An Ning, is the orphan of your eldest sister. At that time, your eldest sister was killed in the clan house. I was worried about her and entrusted her to her. If Ning Er holds power, she will recognize her ancestors and raise her well.
When I was in power, she shared my worries. After I pass away, I hope Ning'er will be magnanimous and not blame me for the crimes of ordinary people.
In her life, she entered the world at the age of 15 and was awarded the title of the top scholar in six poems by her mother, the empress. After that, she devoted her blood and heart for more than ten years, and her heart was as bright as the sun and the moon.
I hope he will love and respect her, and not hurt her. Her body is weak and she can't stand Ning'er's abuse.
She was also a child raised by the Empress Mother. The handwriting was getting more and more messy, and it was obviously written when the late Emperor was seriously ill.
Wu Qining suddenly remembered the severity of her mother's forcing her to swear to spare the life of the Grand Tutor. She also thought of Lin Sheng, the commander of the Imperial Guards who had inexplicably turned against her. At that moment, all her confusions became one, piercing her bleeding heart.
She curled up on the ground, her forehead pressed against the cold blue bricks, hitting them hard again and again.
A painful wail escaped from his throat, like a cuckoo crying blood.
How painful it must have been for the tutor at that time.
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