His uninjured hand was tightly grasping the corner of my clothes.    ?

I frowned, turned around and walked to the side, just trying to pull the corner of my clothes out of his hand, but I almost tripped myself when I went out. When I looked back, I saw that the skirt was still firmly grasped by him.

He actually grabbed it so tightly!

I pulled my skirt hard and pulled it out, but I couldn't pull it out.

I suddenly became a little anxious, squatted down and pulled my skirt, whispering: "Let go!"

“…”

He still didn't move, but the hand seemed to tighten consciously. No matter how I pulled it, I couldn't pull out my clothes, which made my shoulders hurt a little more. Looking at his face hidden under the blood, I couldn't help but wonder whether he was really unconscious or pretending to be impatient to see my reaction.

"open!"

I gritted my teeth and wanted to break his fingers. Although this man was injured and unconscious, his fingers were as stubborn as iron clamps. It was useless for several times to go back and forth. I was even more panicked. His guards were not just for nothing, but I was afraid they would follow them soon.

Thinking of this, I simply pulled the corner of my clothes with force.

My clothes were not ordinary cloth worn by the palace maids, but the fabric specially produced by Jingren Palace. They were densely mixed with gold threads, which were stronger than ordinary cloth. They could not be torn apart after cutting their fingers. When I was anxious, I bent down and bite them with my teeth.

At this moment, a low voice came from my ears—

"Qingying..."

I froze for a moment, raised my head, and saw his face stained with blood. I could hardly see the expression, but I could clearly feel the haze between my eyebrows. My slightly closed lips trembled and murmured: "Don't leave..."

“…”

"Don't leave..."

“…”

"I, I don't allow you to... leave..."

“…”

"Don't...don't leave..."

I don’t know if it was because it was suddenly hurting hard on my shoulders or elsewhere in my body. I felt a suffocation made me tremble. After a moment of silence, I still buried my head firmly and bit the corner of my clothes hard.

The golden thread is as thin as silk, flexible and sharp. When you grind it with your teeth, you can almost hear a harsh sound, covering up his constant dreams... and other sounds.

The tip of the tongue was cut by the golden thread, and blood gushed out, mixed with another hot water droplet on the face. The salty and fishy smell were intertwined, which made people shudder.

Finally, with a tear, I finally tore open the corner of my clothes.

And at this moment, the deafening sound of horse hooves came.

I just felt my heart sinking, and before I could react, I looked up and saw the guards moving forward reaching the river. Someone saw us and immediately shouted: "Here! The emperor is injured!"

"Come here!"

I sat there stiffly, covered in blood, tears on my face, wide open eyes, and stared foolishly as the guards rushed over like a tide.

Chang Qing had already got off the carriage and rode her horse in person. She was surrounded by a group of guards. When she turned her head and walked behind the wall, she saw my pale face and hurriedly turned over and dismounted: "Your Majesty is okay?"

Pei Yuanhao's face was lying on the ground with blood on his face, which really scared them. Everyone around him held their breath. When the other concubines who followed him saw it, they were immediately frightened and exclaimed briefly.

Nangong Lizhu also followed.

She didn't scream or even reacted with fright, but it was not calm, but like me now, a kind of numbness that hurt to the extreme. She was not far away and did not get close to her, just standing there and watching like this.

Those pair of autumn-like eyes turned into stagnant water for a moment.

Chang Qing was the calmest. Seeing that I didn’t answer, she hurriedly walked over and leaned down, explored Pei Yuanhao’s breath, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She immediately turned around and said, “Hurry up, Imperial Doctor!”

As soon as the queen spoke, everyone understood what was going on.

The concubines breathed a sigh of relief and immediately surrounded them, and in two or three strokes, I twisted the corners of my broken skirt and looked at Nangong Lizhu woodenly.

At this time, I didn't even have time to think about who they were just now, what they were going to do, and I couldn't figure out what Nangong Lizhu was thinking, why she had such an expression now, but I saw the water light flashing in her eyes, and a feeling of not knowing whether it was sad or happy flashed by. I turned my head slightly and covered the stream of light inside.

Those concubines came up, and the position at the corner of the wall was obviously not enough. I was pushed a few times by someone: "Get out of the way."

I was already a little dizzy, but at this time I fell down in a mess.

But as soon as he fell down, the corner of his clothes sank again.

Everyone felt something, and looked down and saw that the torn corner of my skirt was caught by Pei Yuanhao again.

“…”

At this time, no one could speak.

Chang Qing also looked down at her head, looked around again, and said softly: "This time, thanks to Lord Yue's self-sacrifice, the assassin did not succeed. Qingying, you are not injured."

“…”

I couldn't say a word, like a corpse sitting beside the wall, with eyes wide open in a daze. There were more and more people around me. The Imperial Guard had sent people to chase the assassin along the horse's hoof prints by the river. Some people hurriedly sent the imperial physician over, and the concubines retreated. The imperial physician carefully washed the blood on Pei Yuanhao's face, bandaged it for a while, and then helped him look at his shoulders. After working for a long time, Chang Qing was with him. At this time, he said quietly: "Is the emperor seriously injured?"

The imperial physician said carefully: "Don't worry, the emperor has suffered some injuries, it's okay."

"Why is the emperor not awake yet?"

"Go back to the Queen, the Emperor's current external injuries - I'm afraid it hurts so I'll take a break, it's okay."

In short, the emperor fainted from pain. If he woke him up at this time, it would only make him feel more painful and more painful.

I looked down at the cleaned face, which was as pale as me, but I didn't know which of the two people would hurt more at this time.

Chang Qing nodded: "Send the emperor back to heal his wounds first."

"yes."

Eunuch Yu directed several eunuchs to come over and wanted to carry Pei Yuanhao into the carriage. As soon as he got together, he immediately staggered me.

One corner of my dress was still tightly held in his hand.

This time, everyone saw it.

For a moment, everyone looked at us a little stiffly, and the concubines who had just shouted turned their heads away the more ugly their faces turned. Chang Qing slowly picked up the big fox cloak from the ground and said calmly: "Let Lord Yue accompany the emperor."

As soon as the queen opened her mouth, everyone had nothing to say. This time I didn't say a word, just surrounded me and walked forward a few steps. It seemed that I felt like I had lost my reaction. Eunuch Yu instructed two little eunuchs to come over, half-help and half-carry me into the carriage.

Just as I was sent into the carriage, I seemed to have turned around subconsciously.

In the crowd, the familiar figure, clearly at a loss in his eyes, saw it at a glance, as if a needle had pierced into my eyes, piercing me into pain.

The person I want to see the most and the least want to see.

He was the first minister to come over, but he was also the farthest away at this moment. Among the panicked crowd, he was only standing there firmly, like a cold ice sculpture, even his dark pupils were frost. When he met my gaze, he was also cold and without any movement.

Looking at his eyes, I suddenly felt like I was trapped in a cold pond.

More people ran over from behind him, and someone accidentally hit him. I watched him stagger, but he was still standing in the tide of the crowd.

No, get closer.

As soon as the person behind me tried his best, I was surrounded by me and got onto the carriage. The curtain fell, and finally blocked those cold eyes.

And I looked at the swaying curtain, and after a long time, I couldn't get back to my senses of being trapped in a cold pond.

It was only when I lowered my head that I saw Pei Yuanhao lying beside me.

He was obviously in great pain, and although he was in a coma, his expression seemed very uncomfortable - but even so uncomfortable, the hand did not relax at all.

This time it was a golden car. After experiencing a false alarm just now, all the guards surrounded the golden car and escorted us back to the palace vigilantly. There was no bump on the way, and I couldn't feel anything. I was sitting in the dim carriage in my eyes.

I didn't feel anything when I heard the tall palace gate closing heavily behind me.

After getting off the carriage, the little eunuchs who had received the order came over with a rattan chair, but found that he was still holding the corner of my clothes and could only order someone to carry another rattan chair. The two of them were almost stuck together and were carried to the Tai Chi Hall.

The concubines who were talking were already driven out by Chang Qing with a cold face, leaving only close-fitting palace maids and eunuchs to serve him, carefully taking off his robe, but because his hands were holding the corner of my clothes, others tried to pull it out, and immediately saw his thick eyebrows frowning and his face was about to be angry, and no one dared to move.

The clothes could only be hung on the edge of the bed, and I was arranged to sit next to the bed.

Looking at my pale and almost transparent face and empty eyes, Chang Qing seemed to feel something. She looked at me silently for a while and said softly: "Qingying."

“…”

"The emperor refused to let go, so you can stay with him for a while."

“…”

"Qingying."

“…”

"Qingying?"

She stretched out one hand to hold my shoulder and shook it gently. I didn't say a word along the way, and didn't even have any expressions. She was just like a corpse at the mercy. Although she had been in charge of the overall situation and could not take care of me too much, it was fake to say that she was not worried.

"What's wrong with you? Qingying, you're talking."

"..." I looked up at her with some trembling eyes. When I spoke, my voice was hoarse as if it didn't belong to me: "How long?"

"What?"

"How long will it take?"

“…”

"He refuses to let go, I will stay with you for a while...How long will I stay with you?"
To be continued...