newbobooks Chapter 221 The Queen Wakes Up
Chapter 221 The Queen Wakes Up
After Wei Yingluo handed the prescription to Mingyu, she fell into deep thought. Her eyes were firm and serious, as if everything around her had turned into nothingness and no longer existed in her perception.
That gaze was like a sharp arrow that pierced through the heavy fog and shot straight into the distance. In the distance was the Sacred Heart Grass that she had to find. It was the only hope to save the Queen.
She stood quietly in the inner hall filled with the smell of medicine. The surroundings were as quiet as a lake in the middle of the night, without a single ripple.
The smell of medicine wafted faintly, as if telling of the severity of the Queen's illness.
In the entire inner hall, the only sound was her faint breathing, which seemed particularly heavy in the silent atmosphere. Every breath seemed to be pulling at her taut heartstrings.
Fu Heng, who had just stood outside the palace, watched all this quietly like a statue. His gaze was like a soft silk thread, always entwined with Wei Yingluo, never moving away for a moment.
Seeing his wife's frown, her brows tangled like a knot of dough, he knew in his heart that this matter must be extremely difficult.
His heart was filled with worry, which was like a surging tide, rushing towards him wave after wave, drowning his reason and calmness bit by bit.
He felt as if he was in the depths of a dark fog, surrounded by endless darkness and the unknown. He wanted to lend a helping hand, but he couldn't find the direction at all. The feeling of powerlessness was like a dense spider web that bound him tightly and made him unable to break free.
He could only walk to her side as carefully as possible, his footsteps as light as a cat catching a mouse, making almost no sound, as if he was afraid of disturbing Wei Yingluo's delicate thoughts.
He patted her shoulder gently, his movement was as gentle as the softest breeze in spring blowing over the flowers, full of tenderness and comfort, like a faint ray of light trying to penetrate the thick haze in Wei Yingluo's heart.
Wei Yingluo felt Fu Heng's comfort and she slowly turned around.
There was a hint of helplessness in her eyes, just like a ship that had lost its way in a stormy sea. Her eyes were like a deer lost in a dark forest, full of fear and helplessness.
She suddenly threw herself at Fu Heng and hugged his waist tightly. Her small body trembled slightly in Fu Heng's arms, like the last leaf shivering in the bitter cold wind in late autumn, fragile and helpless.
She cried and said, "Fuheng, I can't go to the Huolan tribe. I want to go to the southwest to find the Sacred Heart Grass. Only this medicine can truly cure the Queen's cold."
Her voice echoed in the silent inner hall, with a tremor of despair in it.
It was as if he was a person who had been struggling in the abyss of darkness for a long time, and when he was about to give up, he finally grabbed the last straw. His voice was full of determination to go all out.
Fu Heng frowned slightly, and the arc of his frown was like undulating hills, tightly squeezed together. He shook his head, his eyes full of worry.
His voice sounded hoarse, as if it had been roughly rubbed with sandpaper. The worry was like surging waves, violently surging in his voice.
He hesitated to speak, and finally said: "Yingluo, how can I feel at ease if you go so far alone? The journey to the southwest is long and full of dangers. There are unknown dangers everywhere. How can I let you go alone?"
Wei Yingluo raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes, like dewdrops rolling on lotus leaves in the morning, crystal clear. Her eyes were like black gems soaked by rain, sparkling with a heartbreaking light.
She said, "But what can I do? The Queen can't wait too long. I can't wait for you to come back from the Holland tribe for a month and then accompany me to the southwest. With every passing minute, the Queen's condition may worsen. I can't just watch and do nothing."
There was a hint of despair in her voice, as if she was a desperate person standing on the edge of a cliff, with an endless dark abyss before her and no glimmer of hope in sight.
Fu Heng looked at Wei Yingluo's pitiful appearance, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and the force almost crushed his heart.
He felt as if his heart had been hit hard, and the pain spread from the bottom of his heart to all over his body.
Fu Heng held Wei Yingluo's hands. Those hands were as cold as ice in the winter and were still shaking, like willow branches helpless in the cold wind.
After thinking it over, Fu Heng gritted his teeth and said seriously: "Yingluo, listen to me. I will go and tell the emperor now that I will not go to the Huolan tribe. Let's go to the southwest together to cure my sister's illness first. It is more important than anything else. We must not watch her suffer from illness."
His eyes were full of determination, and that determination was like a blazing flame, dancing fiercely in the depths of his eyes, as if to burn away all obstacles.
After hearing Fu Heng's words, Wei Yingluo felt as if a warm current slowly flowed through her heart. The warm current was like the first ray of warm sunshine in spring, penetrating through the layers of dark clouds and dispelling the haze in her heart.
She raised her head, her eyes full of warmth and emotion. She said, "Okay." Although her voice was very soft, it was like a ray of light in the darkness, full of hope.
At this moment, the emperor walked into the inner hall with steady steps.
His figure appeared particularly tall in the light, like a giant in mythology, standing tall and casting a huge and majestic shadow.
His gaze was deep and sharp, as if it could penetrate the appearance of all things in the world and reach the essence, as if all the disguises in the world were like transparent gauze in front of him, and nothing could escape his gaze.
That gaze was like cold lake water. Beneath the calm surface lay an unfathomable power, making it difficult to grasp the emotions contained therein.
Just now he was listening to the conversation between two people.
Looking at the two people who were so close to each other, a strange feeling inexplicably welled up in his heart. The feeling was like an invisible little bug, crawling gently on the tip of his heart, bringing a strange itch, but he himself didn't know why.
It felt like a breeze gently blowing across the calm lake, creating a few barely perceptible ripples that were tiny but real.
But at the moment, the most important thing is the queen's health. He temporarily put aside the strange emotions and no longer cared about other things.
The emperor said in a clear voice: "No need to tell me, I agree."
His voice was loud and majestic, echoing in the quiet inner hall, and the voice was full of unquestionable power.
The emperor walked into the inner hall, sat on a chair, and looked at his wife's haggard face, his eyes full of heartache and worry.
His eyes were like the sun hidden by dark clouds, with a few gentle rays of light occasionally shining through the gaps in the clouds. That gentle light was filled with deep attachment and concern for his wife.
His tone was an unquestionable command: "Leave the matter of going to the Holan tribe to Hailancha. The two of you should go find medicine as soon as possible. I will give you a team of secret guards. Make sure you come back safely. I hope you can successfully bring back the Sacred Heart Herb and cure the Queen's illness."
Fu Heng and Wei Yingluo knelt down quickly and said in unison: "Your Majesty, I obey your order."
Their voices were in unison and loud, echoing in the inner hall. Their eyes were full of gratitude and determination, like burning flames, full of strength and hope, and the light seemed to illuminate the entire inner hall.
After a while, Mingyu walked in slowly, holding a bowl of medicine.
The medicine bowl exuded a strong medicinal smell, which filled the entire room. It was pungent and bitter, like the smell of rotten leaves mixed with burnt wood.
Wei Yingluo gently helped the queen up, her movements as gentle as if she were treating the most fragile treasure in the world, and she was very careful, fearing that she would accidentally hurt the queen.
Her movements were full of respect and care, and every subtle movement seemed to be telling of her deep affection for the Queen.
She fed Empress Fucha medicine spoonful by spoonful, her eyes full of concern. Her eyes were like warm candlelight, gently and firmly sprinkled on the Empress's face, and the light was full of hope that the Empress would recover as soon as possible.
As the medicine was fed bit by bit, Empress Fucha's body temperature gradually returned to normal.
The high heat that burned like a flame seemed to be slowly extinguished by a drizzle of spring rain, receding bit by bit.
Every drop in body temperature is like a ray of light in the darkness, bringing hope to everyone.
In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window and onto the queen's bed.
The afterglow was like a golden veil, gently and warmly covering the queen's body, like a layer of gentle care given to the queen by nature.
The queen's fever finally subsided, and her long eyelashes moved slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings.
Then she slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was a little confused, as if she had returned from a distant and chaotic world, with a hint of mist in her eyes.
She murmured, "Yingluo... Yingluo..." Her voice was like a thread in the wind, weak and soft, as if it would be broken by the wind if she exerted the slightest force.
Wei Yingluo had been guarding by the bed. When she heard the Queen calling her, she stood up quickly.
Her movements were a little hasty, like a deer that was suddenly awakened. She was instantly filled with nervousness and concern, and hurriedly said, "Empress, Yingluo is here, do you want some water?"
She quickly picked up the teapot, which was trembling slightly in her hands. The trembling was like her nervous mood at the moment, which she could not suppress. Every trembling was like a true reflection of her inner emotions.
She poured a glass of water for Empress Fucha, and then asked Qingyun to go to the small kitchen to bring over the light meal that had been prepared long ago.
Empress Fucha drank the water and her cracked lips were moisturized.
Her lips were like dry land that had been dry for a long time. After being watered by the rain, they gradually regained a bit of vitality.
She gradually came to her senses and smiled, a weak but beautiful smile.
Her smile was like a flower swaying in the wind. Although it was so fragile that it seemed like it would wither in the next second, it still radiated a charming glow, like the faint stars twinkling in the night sky.
Empress Fucha said, "It really is you, Yingluo. I thought I was dreaming."
Wei Yingluo's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked at the Queen with a look full of heartache.
Her tears welled up in her eyes like a lake about to burst its dam; the tears in her eyes were like broken pearls, filled with her worry and love for the Queen.
She said, "Empress, you scared Yingluo to death. I'm glad you're okay."
Empress Fucha raised her hand. Her hand was pale and slender, like a branch covered with ice and snow in winter, bloodless and so thin that it made people feel pity.
She touched Wei Yingluo's head, her movements were gentle and warm, like a spring breeze blowing over a willow branch. She said softly, "Silly girl, it's okay. How could I be so fragile? This little illness is not enough to knock me down."
Wei Yingluo said, "My Queen, I will be leaving for the southwest tomorrow. You must follow my instructions and take the medicine well."
She advised earnestly, her eyes full of seriousness.
Her eyes were like those of a stern elder, and they left no room for doubt. There seemed to be an invisible force in her eyes, warning the Queen to pay attention to her health.
Wei Yingluo continued, "Don't waste your body by not using medicine because the herbs are precious. You are the mother of a country. If something happens to you, it will only cost more money and throw the entire palace into chaos."
Empress Fucha felt a little guilty. She blinked, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her eyelids.
Her eyes were like a child who had done something wrong, somewhat evasive, not daring to look directly into Wei Yingluo's serious gaze.
She said, "Okay, okay, I understand. I was careless."
Wei Yingluo fed Empress Fucha some medicine, and then watched her eat a bowl of shredded chicken porridge, which made her feel a little relieved. She then left with peace of mind.
Fu Heng had been waiting for her at the door for a long time, his figure looking particularly tall and straight in the afterglow of the setting sun.
He was like a pine tree, standing at the gate of Changchun Palace, his posture straight and firm. His figure was full of strength and determination, like an unshakable mountain, giving people a sense of reliable security.
The two of them will set off for the southwest early tomorrow morning, so they must return home.
In the afternoon, the sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting patches of light that are like golden coins scattered on the ground, like a gift from nature to the earth.
Fu Heng stood in the courtyard outside the Changchun Palace, his eyes serious and earnest.
He was responsible for instructing Hailancha, and his voice was steady and powerful.
Fu Heng said: "Hai Lan Cha, you must work together with Liu Baizhi and his group to prevent the beauties presented by the Huo Lan tribe from entering the palace. This is not only related to the stability of the Forbidden City, but also to the safety of the Empress and Mingyu."
His eyes were like the deep night sky, full of solemnity, and seemed to hide countless worries and concerns.
Hailancha nodded, his eyes firm and confident.
His eyes were like bright stars, shining with a resolute light in the deep night sky. He said, "Fu Heng, don't worry, I will do my best. I will do my best to protect them and will not let the conspiracy of the Holan tribe succeed."
But Wei Yingluo knew clearly that Hailancha and Liu Baizhi and their companions would not be able to stop the Huolan tribe's determination to please the emperor. What's more, the forces intertwined among them were extremely complicated.
Her heart was filled with worry as if a huge rock was pressing down on it. The worry was like a thick dark cloud, hanging over her heart and lingering.
However, the most important thing at the moment is to cure the Queen's illness before Chen Bi enters the palace. As long as the Queen recovers, she will have more energy to deal with the various complex situations in the Forbidden City.