Chapter 65 The deceased beauty is lying

In the winter of the tenth year of Emperor Jing of Yuan Dynasty, Empress Dowager Xiaojing died at the age of 63. The emperor was so heartbroken that he set up a mourning hall in the main hall of Wanshou Palace. He was dressed in a simple dress and mourned, and stopped for five days.

The main hall of Wanshou Palace is filled with solemn white, and the Queen Mother's coffin is placed in the center of the hall.

It was already late at night, and the crowd of people who paid tribute during the day had already dispersed. Yu Ling, who was left with only white silk, knelt quietly in front of the spirit. With the sound of Buddha's fragrance and singing, he silently prayed, inserted the incense in his hand, and two lines of clear tears slowly fell down his pale pretty face, and fell on the floor drop by drop.

Her favorite grandmother, the relative who loves her the most in the world, is now lying in the cold coffin, and is separated by heaven and man forever. She will never call her nickname in a loving tone, and will never touch her head and laugh with her again.

Yu Ling recalled the little things of the past, and thought that she could not even catch up with her grandmother for the last time, she couldn't help but feel sad. Her eyes, which had already cried and swollen, were flooding again, her thin body lying on the ground, her shoulders kept shaking, and she was sobbing and mourning that she couldn't help but feel sad.

When Prince Yuan Shao stepped into the mourning hall, he saw Yu Ling lying weakly in front of the empress dowager's spirit. He rushed up in shock and found that she had fainted from crying. Her forehead was hot and hot. It was obvious that she was overly sad and had a high fever.

Yuan Shao didn't care about suspicion, and hurriedly asked someone to invite an imperial physician, while bent down and picked her up and walked out of the hall for a long time. When he picked her up, he realized that the sweet person in his arms had become as thin as flying. His little face as big as a palm was as pale as paper, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes. Yuan Shao's resentment towards her suddenly disappeared, leaving only bone-bone heartache and pity.

The next day, when Yu Ling was awake, she was surprised to find that she had returned to Bixiao Palace.

Princess, it's great, you finally woke up! Seeing her awakening, the personal maid Baozhu shouted in surprise

I... remember clearly in the mourning hall... why was it here? Yu Ling asked in a daze

You fainted in the Queen Mother's mourning hall with a high fever last night. Thanks to the Prince's Highness, you brought you back and invited the imperial doctor to treat you in time. Your Highness was still here for a night of sleepless sleep and left at dawn.

What? Prince...he... Yu Ling's heart was mixed and her mood was extremely complicated. She was stunned for a while, and sighed and buried herself in a thick quilt.

At this time, someone had already reported the news that Yu Ling had woken up to the prince Yuan Shao. Yuan Shao quickly rushed to Bixiao Palace and heard Yu Ling's voice as soon as he entered the door.

Take it away, take the medicine away quickly!

Princess, you will not be cured if you don’t take medicine. Drink it while it’s hot. The voice of the maid Baozhu is admonishing you

This medicine is so bitter that I don’t drink it, and I won’t drink it even if I die!

Yuan Shao couldn't help laughing when he heard this. No one knew better than him. Yu Ling had hated taking medicine since she was a child, and this problem could not be changed even when she became an adult.

When Baozhu saw the prince come in, he suddenly seemed to have seen a savior. Yuan Shao took the medicine bowl from her and signaled her to retreat. Then he personally walked to Yu Ling's bed with the bowl.

Yu Ling was wearing only her white middle robe, lying on the bed facing inside, her cloud-like black hair was scattered on her shoulders, and the shadows in the pink gauze tent reflected her hazy silhouette, exuding a fragrant and charming smell.

Yuan Shao walked over gently and lifted the pink gauze tent. Before he could speak, Yu Ling shouted without looking back: Are you still going to finish it? You said you won’t drink it anymore!

Yuan Shao chuckled, reached out to pull her shoulders, and joked: Yu'er, why is she still the same as when she was a child?

Yu Ling was so shocked that her body froze. She suddenly turned her head and saw Yuan Shao looking at him with a smile. She couldn't help but glaring at him angrily: You...why are you here?

Come and feed you medicine. Yuan Shao smiled gently and helped her sit up and leaned against him. His deep phoenix eyes were full of affection. Do you still remember? You have hated taking medicine since you were a child. Every time I ask me to try every possible way to coax you

Yuan Shao's mellow voice as warm as the sun easily pushed open the door of her memory. The sweet years of the past surged into her mind like a tide. Yu Ling stared at his warm smile as warm as spring, and her heart surged in her chest. From childhood to adulthood, the hardest thing she refused was his tenderness. His tenderness was like a continuous net, which tied her tightly and could not escape. Under his gentle attack, she would swallow the medicine that was bitter. Just like at this moment, she stared at him in a daze, and finally opened her cherry mouth gently...

Her beautiful eyes stared at Yuan Shao for a moment, and slowly drank the extremely bitter black medicine juice in small sips. The crystal tears in her eyes quietly slid down. A ding dong drip into the empty medicine bowl, making a crisp sound.

Yuan Shao was panicked by her sudden tears, hugged her tightly, clumsyly wiped her tears with her sleeves, and asked with care: Yu'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?

Yu Ling ignored him, and tears fell even more fiercely. While crying, she raised her pink fist and beat him hard: I hate you... I hate you so much... I hate you so much!

Yuan Shao quietly hugged her and let her beat her. Not only did he not hide or avoid her, he also gently stroked her hair and comforted her softly: It's all my fault, I'm making Yu'er suffer, be good, don't cry anymore...

Yu Ling's parents died since she was a child. In order to survive in the palace, she always acted well-behaved and sensible in front of outsiders. Only in front of him would she act like an ordinary girl cry like a coquettish girl. Whenever this happens, he would quietly hold her and comfort her, and when she vents, she would return to normal.

Yu Ling, who could cry and make trouble, was at least much better than rejecting him coldly, which means she still cared about herself? When she learned that she had run away with a prodigal son in order to escape marriage, he really regretted it. He regretted that he said such heavy words to her outside the Weiyang Palace that day, which made her sad and despair, and then embarked on such an extreme road for the three months she left. He was worried day and night. When she was by her side, she didn't feel that she had lost it, she knew how to cherish it better. Now she is back. This time he vowed that he would not repeat the same mistake. His Yuer, his only love in his life, should take good care of her.

Yu Ling cried for a while, and finally fell asleep in his arms exhausted.