HCB Chapter 465 Vomiting blood
Chapter 465 Vomiting blood
Every step Jiang Wantang took left a bloody mark on the bluestone floor beneath his feet.
Ji Wuyuan followed her closely, looking at the bloodstains in front of him with a gloomy expression.
In this way, the two of them walked one after the other on the palace road, followed by Xie Zhiyan, the national teacher, Fei Yu, Leng Mei, Wang Fuhai and others.
In a blink of an eye, the sky turned completely dark, and heavy rain fell from the sky with lightning and thunder.
The heavy rain poured down, quickly washing Jiang Wantang's blood-red dress into a light pink.
The blood on his head, face and hands was washed away by the rain.
Jiang Wantang walked in the heavy rain, resisting anyone from approaching.
She walked towards Fengqi Palace step by step like a zombie. The rain flowed down her hair, blurring her vision and washing away the bloodstains, but it could not wash away the bloodshot in her eyes.
Ji Wuyuan was also well aware of her sadness, regret and grief at the moment, so he did not go forward but just followed her silently.
He always kept a distance of ten steps from Jiang Wantang, walking silently in the freezing rain to accompany her. He did not ask anyone to hold an umbrella for him, and his black and gold dragon robe had long been soaked by the rain.
There were lightning and thunder in the sky, and Ji Wuyuan's eyes were fixed on the thin figure in front of him, afraid that she would disappear in the blink of an eye.
The rain washed the palace road, but still could not dispel the faint smell of blood.
As Jiang Wantang walked, he suddenly stopped, looked up at the sky full of lightning and thunder, and let the rain hit his face.
Ji Wuyuan also stopped and clenched his hands hanging by his side, tightening and loosening them again and again, but in the end he suppressed the urge to move forward.
"Why?" Jiang Wantang's voice was very soft, but it clearly penetrated the rain curtain and reached Ji Wuyuan's ears.
It is a kind of resentment and unwillingness in the face of unfair fate.
She was questioning the heavens, asking why they always played tricks on people.
Why do good people always get no reward, while bad people can get away with it...
Ji Wuyuan understood the feeling of discovering that a loved one had died but being powerless to do anything about it, but it was precisely because of this that he felt even more sorry for Jiang Wantang at this moment.
No one could make him feel so distressed as Jiang Wantang, that he wanted to give up everything for her just to make her smile.
He wanted to be her support. With him around, no one could bully or humiliate her anymore.
At this moment, after Jiang Wantang finished saying that, his throat felt congested and a strong smell of blood surged up.
She suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, then her body swayed and she fell down.
Ji Wuyuan quickly stepped forward to catch the fallen Jiang Wantang, held her in his arms and ran towards Fengqi Palace.
Seeing this, Wang Fuhai, who was following behind, hurriedly sent someone to summon the imperial physician.
The Imperial Master Jikong looked at Xie Zhiyan, who was also standing beside him in the rainstorm, soaking wet. He sighed deeply and said, "Master Xie, the future is bright. You might as well let go of your obsession."
"Why draw a circle on the ground and trap yourself in it?"
Xie Zhiyan lowered his brows for a long moment, then smiled and said nonchalantly, "Master Imperial Master, you are wrong. This is not an obsession, nor is it self-imposed. It is the will of the heart, and I accept it with great joy."
Imperial Master Jikong was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and left towards Fengqi Palace.
A group of people left in a mighty manner, leaving Xie Zhiyan standing alone in the heavy rain.
Fengqi Palace is in the harem, and Xie Zhiyan is a powerful official.
He stopped there and watched her leave.
After a long time, Xie Zhiyan turned around and left.
He did not leave the palace directly, but went to the water dungeon first.
......
In Fengqi Palace.
The candlelight was bright, and the whole palace was in chaos.
Imperial Master Jikong, along with the imperial physician and palace maids, gathered outside the bedroom waiting.
The imperial physicians initially diagnosed that Jiang Wantang was fine, but was simply too angry to vomit blood and faint.
Because his body was covered in blood, he had been soaking in the cold water pool for too long and was caught in the rain, which caused the cold evil to enter his body and cause a high fever.
So, Ji Wuyuan first carried Jiang Wantang to the hot spring pool behind the bedroom to soak in, driving away the cold while washing away the blood stains on her body.
The hot spring pool in the emperor's bedroom in Taiji Palace is natural, while the hot spring pool in Fengqi Palace was built by Ji Wuyuan specifically for Jiang Wantang. The beauty and comfort of each detail far surpass the one in Taiji Palace.
In the hot spring pool, Ji Wuyuan held Jiang Wantang, who was cold and smelled of blood, and the two of them sat on the edge of the pool.
Jiang Wantang closed her eyes tightly, leaning unconsciously in Ji Wuyuan's arms. The latter continuously used his internal energy to force out the coldness in her body...
Half an hour later, Ji Wuyuan carried Jiang Wantang, who was dressed in a clean white dress and looked fresh and refreshed, out of the bathing pool in the back hall, placed her on the couch in the bedroom, and covered her with a brocade quilt.
Then he called in the imperial physician and palace maids.
Imperial Master Jikong also followed in. Looking at the unconscious Jiang Wantang, he didn't say anything. He just sat aside and meditated and chanted scriptures.
A group of imperial doctors and palace maids were busy coming in and out for most of the night, and Jiang Wantang's headache caused by the evil cold finally subsided.
Afterwards, everyone, including the national teacher, retreated.
In the huge bedroom, only Ji Wuyuan was guarding the couch and Jiang Wantang was sleeping on the couch.
Inside the bedroom, the flames on the gilded candlesticks swayed constantly in the wind, stretching the figures of the pair on the couch into long lines.
Ji Wuyuan sat beside the couch, looking at Jiang Wantang's frail sleeping face, his deep eyes filled with deep heartache and pity.
He raised his hand and gently stroked Jiang Wantang's forehead. He made sure that she had no fever again before he felt relieved.
Then Jiang Wantang slept very uneasily in the middle of the night, calling out his father, mother, and occasionally Jiang Huaizhou's name from time to time, with a frown on his face.
Even if I close my eyes and fall asleep, tears keep falling...
It was like a nightmare.
Before this, Ji Wuyuan was afraid that this situation might happen, so he asked the imperial physician to add a lot of tranquilizing herbs to the soup.
Even the calming incense burning in the bedroom has a larger dosage.
Now it seems that it still doesn't work.
Ji Wuyuan raised his hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of Jiang Wantang's eyes bit by bit.
Afterwards, he called the leader of the secret guards, Fei Yu, and whispered a few words to him.
Fei Yu opened his eyes and quickly took the order to retreat.
At this time, Jiang Wantang on the couch fell into a nightmare again, crying and calling for father and mother.
Ji Wuyuan looked at her like this, and a hint of heartache appeared on his face.
He took off his outer robe, lay down beside Jiang Wantang with his clothes on, and gently held her in his arms.
Then, Ji Wuyuan raised his hand and gently patted her back, while patting, he whispered softly: "Tang'er, don't be afraid, I'm here..."
"The nightmare is over..."