The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Chapter 598 Extra: Ji Wuwang (3)

Ji Wuwang's pulse was still very weak, but fortunately it was more stable than in the previous few days.

In the late autumn weather, Jiang Wantang took it and covered his knees with it, tucking the corners carefully, fearing that a slight breeze would invade.

The wheelchair rolled over the bluestone slabs, making a subtle sound...

The crabapple blossoms in the courtyard were still in full bloom, their petals falling in the wind, a few of them stuck to Ji Wuwang's clothes.

Jiang Wantang reached out to brush him away, but he raised his eyes slightly, a faint smile curling up his pale lips. "Atang, the crabapple trees in the courtyard are in full bloom this year."

Her nose felt sore, and she suppressed the tears in her heart: "Of course, these...are all planted by my brother with great care..."

As she spoke, Jiang Wantang pushed him under the crabapple tree in the courtyard. The sunlight filtered through the branches, casting mottled shadows on his slender figure...

She half-knelt in front of him, looking at him with a gentle smile: "Brother planted these specially for Atang."

Ji Wuwang smiled, raised his hand and gently touched her head, and said weakly: "Silly Atang..."

"It's clear that you took good care of them during the days I was asleep."

He said: "Atang, I'm sorry..."

"Brother originally wanted to take good care of you and protect you for the rest of your life, but now you have to take care of me..."

Jiang Wantang reached out and held his hand, then placed it against her cheek and said with a smile, "I'm not sorry..."

"In the past, it was always my brother who took care of Atang, but now it's Atang's turn."

"Atang is willing to take care of his brother for the rest of his life!"

"I just want my brother to be with Atang forever..."

Ji Wuwang's slightly cool fingers gently stroked her cheek, his eyes full of attachment and reluctance.

If possible, wouldn't he want to stay with his beloved silly girl forever?

"Daddy!"

"Daddy..."

At this time, their daughter Xiao Zhaoyang came back from martial arts class. When she heard that her father had woken up, she ran over happily.

Ji Wuwang looked at his daughter who was running towards him in a crimson outfit. In a trance, he seemed to see the little girl who would run towards him countless times many years ago, calling him "Brother Xiaoqi..."

His little Zhaoyang has grown up, grown taller, and looks more and more like her mother...

very nice.

Unfortunately...

He could no longer watch his daughter grow up into a graceful young lady.

Just like he missed his little girl's growth...

When little Zhaoyang ran over with a wooden sword in her hand, the red silk ribbon in her hair fluttered in the wind, making her look like a cheerful little bird.

She excitedly said that she wanted to demonstrate to him the new sword style that Uncle Shi Lin had taught her.

Ji Wuwang looked at his lively daughter in front of him and nodded lovingly.

"Daddy, watch this!"

Little Zhaoyang shouted crisply, and with a flip of his wrist he used the sword moves that Shi Lin had just taught him. Although the force was not strong enough, it had already taken shape.

Jiang Wantang leaned against Ji Wuwang and chuckled. Suddenly, she noticed that her daughter's movements were not standard when she turned around. She immediately broke off a crabapple branch and jumped in front of her to teach her personally.

Ji Wuwang leaned back in his wheelchair, gazing at the two figures, one large and one small, beneath the crabapple tree. They shared the same peach blossom eyes, the same starting gestures, even their every frown and smile was similar...

Under the golden sunlight, the mother and daughter, one in rosy red, are dazzling and eye-catching.

As he looked at her, his eyes, full of smiles, began to turn slightly red at the corners.

Sometimes, he felt that God had been kind to him, allowing him to marry the girl he loved and have a lovely daughter;

But sometimes, God is so cruel that when he is immersed in happiness, he has to part with them forever.

These ten years, which were neither long nor short, were the happiest time in his life.

Although I am reluctant to leave, I have no regrets in dying.

After late autumn, winter quietly arrives...

The winter in the north was cold and harsh. When the first snow fell, Ji Wuwang vomited a large mouthful of black blood and fell into a coma.

Dozens of famous doctors in the Zhenbei Palace tried many methods, but were helpless.

The Imperial Master clasped his hands together, shook his head and sighed, "I'm afraid the prince's time is up and he won't survive this cold winter..."

Jiang Wantang was afraid that he would never wake up again, so she stayed by his bedside every day and talked to him, sometimes talking about family matters, sometimes talking about their past.

Often, while talking, tears fall uncontrollably...

Until a pair of hands fell on her head and patted her gently: "Good Atang, brother is here, be good, don't cry..."

Jiang Wantang raised her eyes, her red eyes looking at her lover lying on the couch. She opened her eyes and threw herself into his arms, crying loudly: "Brother..."

"elder brother..."

Calling "brother" again and again expressed all the worries, fears and anxieties of the past few days.

"Be good, don't cry..." Ji Wuwang raised his hand with difficulty, and stroked her wet cheek with his fingertips. His voice was weak but gentle: "I'm sorry, brother slept too long..."

"Good boy Atang, don't cry..."

His pale lips lifted slightly, his red eyes were filled with guilt and heartache: "When my brother falls asleep, I can't coax you..."

"What will I do if my little girl bursts into tears?"

"You know, brother is most afraid of you crying..."

"Good boy Atang, stop crying, okay?"

As he said this, he hugged the crying person in his arms as tightly as he could.

He said, "When the day comes that my brother leaves, I will definitely say goodbye to Ah Tang properly..."

Jiang Wantang lay in his arms, crying more and more uncontrollably.

Ji Wuwang lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, with two lines of tears sliding down the corners of his eyes.

The winter wind and snow are getting stronger and stronger, more and more urgent...

To everyone's surprise, Ji Wuwang survived this cold winter safely.

On New Year's Eve, the two of them snuggled up together on the bed by the window, watching the fireworks blooming in the sky outside and listening to the endless sound of firecrackers in the city...

Ji Wuwang looked at the festive and cheerful atmosphere in front of him, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

It's the eleventh year...

At the moment when the sound of midnight bells and drums echoed throughout the city, Ji Wuwang lowered his head and gazed at the person in his arms, with an indelible tenderness in his eyes: "Atang, Happy New Year!"

His bony fingers gently brushed the ends of her hair and pinned a crabapple flower hairpin he had carved himself on her temples.

"I hope my Atang..." His voice was so low that it was almost a whisper, and his thumb stroked her cheek, "I hope my Atang will have a worry-free life and live a safe and smooth life."

A cluster of fireworks suddenly exploded outside the window, illuminating his clear and affectionate eyebrows, and also reflecting the tears that suddenly rolled down Jiang Wantang's eyes.

She said, "Brother, Happy New Year!"

As she spoke, she took out a string of red sandalwood Buddhist beads she had obtained from the Imperial Master and placed them on Ji Wuwang's pale wrist. Her eyes shone with a faint light, "Atang hopes that my little brother Xiaoqi..."

"Live a long and safe life."

Afterwards, under the fireworks that filled the sky, the two of them hugged each other tightly...