Ji Changli's eyes became cold the moment he left the East Palace.
He stared at the blooming crabapple tree in the courtyard with cold eyes, and gently twisted his fingers, as if caressing the unknown fragrance.
Begonias have no fragrance, but the begonias in the Prince's East Palace are exotic varieties brought from other places.
On certain special days, they will have a subtle fragrance, and today is that special time.
His eyes darkened, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell the sour herbal scent in the bowl of thick black medicine, so light and long.
He raised his hand to brush his temples and massaged them gently a few times.
Lu Yan, who was still kneeling in front of the East Palace Gate and shaking her body, caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of her eyes, and her eyes suddenly darkened for a while.
Then it became invisible again.
This seemed to be the beginning.
From that day on, Ji Changli rubbed his brows more and more often, and he became increasingly tired and pale.
Unknowingly, his energy and energy were dissipated little by little, just like Prince Hejun many years ago, gold and jade on the outside, but ruined on the inside.
Twelve years later, he was lying on the bed with a pale expression, and sitting next to him was Xuan Bixin.
The queen looked at His Majesty, who seemed to have a more outstanding appearance even though he was weak, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes that she was not even aware of.
Ji Changli frowned slightly, opened his eyes gently, and saw Xuan Bixin sitting beside him.
Xuan Bixin picked up a bowl of medicinal soup and put it in front of Ji Changli.
The pungent smell of the medicine made him frown.
Seeing his appearance, Xuan Bixin said quickly, "Your Majesty, good medicine is bitter and good for the disease.
You can't teach doctors to avoid diseases."
Ji Changli's expression remained unchanged, and his brows and eyes were still incomprehensiblely deep.
He looked at Xuan Bi's unconscious expression, and there was a glint in his eyes.
He fell backwards and said in a tone that could not be criticized, "Go down."
The worried look on Xuan Bixin's face froze, and she still said awkwardly, "Your Majesty."
Ji Changli said coldly, "Go down."
Xuan Bixin could only put down the medicine bowl and leave.
Ji Changli looked at Xuan Bixin's already transformed, calm and composed back, and the gloominess in his expression was even more sarcastic.
She was really his good queen.
He stood up slowly, with deep weariness and indifference between his brows and eyes.
He took the medicine bowl and walked to the lotus in front of the window sill, and slowly poured the dark medicine into the flower pot.
Lian Hua, who had always been very lively in the past, had no objections this time.
Instead, she was very obedient and absorbed the medicine completely.
His hand gently brushed the petals, and a few simple words floated in the air, "Maybe I really should leave."
He has been here long enough, and many people have become impatient, and coincidentally, he himself has become impatient too.
The moment he turned around, Lotus sent out an inexplicable mental wave, which was transmitted to someone, making her look shocked.
Three months later, Ji Changli's condition became more and more serious, to the point where he was unable to get out of bed and walk.
On this day, his eyes actually shone with a strange look, and the imperial doctors who had expected it immediately passed the news to the queen and the prince.
The prince sent someone to spread the news to all the ministers.
While there was deathly silence in the palace, there was peace in the emperor's palace.
Ji Changli sat on the bed and looked out the window with indifference in his eyes.
Not only did his illness not wither his face, but it gave him a strange charm.
People couldn't help but step forward to smooth his wrinkled brows, but they were still timid in front of his powerful aura.
The prince and queen sitting in front of him were full of sorrow.
A faint fragrance floats in the room, but it doesn't make people feel calm at all.
This is not the spice in Ji Changli's palace, but the fragrance from the queen's own sachet.
The decoration of his palace was simple and clear at a glance.
Even the queen who came in for the first time was very surprised.
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This is so unlike an emperor's palace, even her queen's palace is decorated fresh and elegantly.
But the two people sitting in the palace at the moment had no time to care about this.
They were immersed in their own sorrow and couldn't extricate themselves.
Ji Chen, who had grown into a handsome young man, had red eyes.
He picked up a bowl of thick black medicinal soup and said pleadingly, "Father, just drink it, maybe" Ji Changli glanced at the bowl of medicine, and the fatigue in his eyes turned into reality, making the atmosphere in the room feel depressed.
He said a few words softly, "No need."
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became even sadder.
Ji Chen said with a choked voice, "Father."
In a blink of an eye, he saw Ji Changli looking at him with a half-smile, then looking at the bowl of medicine, the sarcasm in his eyes clearly appearing in front of his eyes, "You really hope I drink this bowl of medicine."
Ji Chen's expression paused and he said reluctantly, "Since Father doesn't want to drink, then don't drink."
Ji Changli coughed twice and glanced at Xuan Bixin with clear eyes.
The indifference contained in it made her tremble.
"Minghexiang, Suweizi, Hongluo Begonia, Yeqinglian" He didn't say a word, but the expression on Xuan Bixin's face became stiff.
Until finally, Ji Changli picked up the bowl of medicine and smiled lightly, "With Luoxiang."
Xuan Bixin took a few steps back suddenly, the horror in her eyes almost bursting out of her body, turning into a frightened beast and running away from the palace.
Ji Changli slowly put down the bowl of medicine, looked at the son he had carefully raised for more than ten years, and said lightly, "If you really want me to drink it, sprinkle it on my grave when I die. ” Ji Chen fell completely silent.
He smiled bitterly and said, "I can't hide anything from my father.
In that case, why don't you stop us?"
Ji Changli's eyes were distant, but his heart was indifferent.
He had spent too many years, the world was full of different things, and human nature was complicated.
How could he get angry over such a thing if he had never seen anything before.
Just like Ji Chen, even though he has raised him for more than ten years, this time is so short compared to his long years.
Compared with other creatures he has encountered, Ji Chen is very similar to the bird he once raised, the green oriole.
Ji Changli felt that the world of heaven was boring, so he raised a green oriole for fun.
When the situation required it, he let the green oriole out without hesitation.
The reason why he could give up something he had been with for so long so casually was because he was ruthless.
What Ji Chen wants is exactly what he wants to give up, so why not give it to Ji Chen?
What's more, who can say that Ji Chen's desire could not be due to his deliberate guidance?
His mind slowly left his body, and finally he looked at the pot of blue lotus on the window sill, and his clear voice dissipated in the air, "Because I'm tired of it."
In the twelfth year of Xuanhe, the emperor became popular and the prince ascended the throne.
This is known as the first year of Jianzhao in history
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