"Your Highness, Song Xun from Yingchuan requests to see you." The elderly Wu Zhonghe, leaning on a crutch, spoke softly.
His face was already covered with wrinkles, and his back was even more bent. His eyes were blurry and he couldn't see clearly. Wu Zhonghe squinted slightly and looked at Emperor Jingyao behind the screen.
Your Majesty has been eating less recently, and Jiang Yuanxing was very worried, so he invited him, who was being cared for in the palace, to come.
After all, he knew that His Majesty would give him some face.
In Wu Zhonghe's heart, even though Emperor Jingyao had already reached adulthood, he was still his little prince.
"It's time for you to rest." A figure stood up from behind the screen with a clear voice.
After hearing his words, Wu Zhonghe finally felt relieved.
As long as you are willing to talk and know how to comfort yourself, then everything will be fine.
He was overjoyed, with smiles in his eyes and eyebrows, looking at the young emperor on the jade steps.
The emperor was wearing a cloak, brocade clothes and a jade crown, with a handsome face, as noble and outstanding as the clouds and the lonely moon.
Emperor Jingyao took two steps at a time and walked down the jade steps. He personally supported Wu Zhonghe with his hands, with some helplessness in his eyes: "Please ask my companion to come."
He can be approachable or aloof.
Wu Zhonghe would not allow him to be carried away by rumors. The emperor of this dynasty had been advised several times by his ministers that he was too indulgent towards his eunuchs and confidants.
Emperor Jingyao didn't take it seriously, but Wu Zhonghe couldn't bear to see the court officials criticize him, so he even behaved politely in private.
"Your Highness, please excuse me." Wu Zhonghe pushed the emperor away tremblingly, lowered his head and obeyed the instinct of a slave.
"Otomo!" the young emperor called out, his tone filled with disbelief and some grievance.
Wu Zhonghe was full of helplessness. He looked around and saw that there was no one around. Then he took out the brocade box from his arms with trembling hands - ever since the little fat boy was born, his big companion would give him a gift after being separated from him for a few days.
"Your Majesty, please put it away quickly." Wu Zhonghe raised his eyes. With his dim eyesight, he looked carefully at the young emperor's face, letting his thoughts run wild.
Although the emperor was unparalleled in elegance and seemed unlike any other mortal, longing and pain continued to torment him, leaving him emaciated and pale as a ghost.
Seeing this, Wu Zhonghe's cloudy eyes showed distress. His voice was choked with sobs, and his words were sincere: "You have no appetite, and you don't allow anyone around you to tell me."
Wu Daban touched the emperor's thin cheeks tremblingly, but Emperor Jingyao had already lowered his head.
"I will die with regret if you treat me like this!"
The young emperor's eyes showed pity: "I will let Otomo live. Don't abandon... don't abandon the fish."
Many years have passed since his father's death, and Otomo's health has been deteriorating.
How many people in this world can make Emperor Jingyao care about him now?
Otomo is different.
No matter when, where, or who he faces, he always adheres to the will of the late emperor and stands by the emperor's side.
Wu Zhonghe felt distressed when he saw the chubby emperor grow up to be so thin and heard his sad tone.
"If you are well, then I am well too. How could I bear to abandon the little prince? I will stay with our prince even with my rotten bones!"
He was so old that he could hardly see clearly and even walking was excruciatingly painful, but when he said this, he was truly sincere.
There are very few eunuchs who are destined to grow up like him.
Wu Zhonghe knew that he didn't have much time left, but he couldn't bear to worry about the emperor, so he just endured one year at a time.
The Empress Dowager also passed away many years ago.
Wu Zhonghe was only a few years younger than the Empress Dowager.
I have to live. If I die, my little prince's heart will be broken and he will not be able to withstand the hardships.
The two talked for a while, and Emperor Jingyao repeatedly ordered Wu Zhonghe to rest, and then summoned Song Xun.
He heard that Song Xun could communicate between the living and the dead, and in a few days it would be his father's death anniversary.
Yan Chengyu held some thoughts.
1002 doesn't talk much now. He has damaged his essence and everything he does consumes energy.
In order to accompany his cub, 1002 saved as much money as possible, and he was powerless to save Wu Zhonghe.
Seeing the little fat boy, he is now very thin and shouldn’t be called that.
But 1002 can’t be changed.
"Son, don't stand in front of the window, the wind is strong." 1002 said intermittently.
Yan Chengyu's eyes were slightly blank. He had heard Song Xun say that communicating with the dead required some rituals. He then wondered, perhaps that Song Xun really had some skills?
It's his delusion.
Hearing 1002 talking to him, Yan Chengyu obediently closed the window. He rubbed his fingertips, wanting to say a few words to Ding Ding, but he didn't dare to.
Just one word would consume the energy of 1002 hard trainings.
The young but thin emperor was hidden behind the candlelight, and the flickering dim light cast a layer of gloom on his face.
He is very lonely.
"Fei Guang Fei Guang, I offer you a glass of wine. I do not know how high the blue sky is, or how thick the yellow earth is. I only see the cold moon and the warm sun, burning away human life."
Yan Chengyu recalled the poems his father had once recited. Only at this moment did he understand the sadness in his father's heart.
The emperor raised his eyes slightly, raised his chin slightly, and a tear suddenly seeped out of the corner of his eye.
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