Chapter 224: Fang died (1)

Nie Wushuang's heart was so tense, Xiao Fengdi said in a silent voice, "What does the Taiyi say?"
Lin Gong lowered his head lowerly: "The Taiyi said, I'm afraid I can't get over ..."
Nie Wushuang's heart suddenly fell to the bottom, Xiao Fengyi shuddered slightly, and stood still for a while. Nie Wushuang turned back, took up his cloak, and said earnestly, "Go on, the emperor. "
Xiao Fengxi picked up his cloak and strode out. When he looked back, he saw that Nie Wushuang was also wearing a wooden cricket, and his eyes couldn't help warming: "You go too?"
"This is nature." Nie Wushuang wore a wooden clog, and the palace maid helped him to put on a cloak. She stepped forward and held his hand, and her eyes were firm: "The courtier must go."
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"Ziwei Palace" is silent, except for the maiden who is careful to make a small noise while walking, there is no other voice. When Xiao Fengyi and Nie Wushuang stepped into the gate of the palace, they only saw the bare sycamore tree in the court, and the dark and gray palace eaves around it. The surrounding area was full of lifelessness, heavy, and pressed on the heart.
Xiao Fengshou led the inside hall into the main hall with a "squeak", and the door closed again. Nie Wushuang looked at the hall and walked towards the side hall. There was a little light.
Nie Wushuang pushed open the door of the side hall, and Ya Jiechi was sitting on the warm couch, wiping her tears, and several female officials around were softly comforting. As soon as she looked up and saw Nie Wushuang coming, she immediately stepped forward and shed tears before saying: "Sister Nie ..."
Nie Wushuang looked at her red and swollen eyes, her face sank, and rebuked the female officer on the side: "How can you cry like this with her? If the emperor has a difference, can you afford it?"
The female officials trembled when they heard the words, and did not dare to say a word. Seeing Nie Wushuang's anger, Ya Jiechi quickly wiped away her tears: "Sister Nie, don't blame them, they can't help it ..."
Nie Wushuang waved the female officer and helped her sit down: "What the is going on? Didn't you say that you have improved?"
Ya Jiechi shook her head: "I didn't know, but Chen was fine this morning, and began to vomit blood in the afternoon. According to the doctor, he said ... no way. Whoo ..."
Nie Wushuang heard the words suddenly felt sad, in the end can not support this winter ...
There was no other voice in the side hall except Ya Jieyu's choking. Ya Jieyu cried for a while, looked at Nie Wushuang, but saw that she had no tears, and could not help feeling more uncomfortable: I am afraid that only she is sympathetic to Yu Fei's death in this palace.
"Why didn't Sister Nie go and see?" Ya Jiechi asked.
"Where is the emperor. Let the emperor say goodbye to Yu Fei first." Nie Wushuang said lightly.
Yajie suddenly became silent, and the side hall was quiet again. The two were silent, listening to the footsteps of the palace people from time to time back and forth, shattered, terrified, with awe and fear of death.
I don't know how long it took, the door of the side hall was pushed open, the snow storm rolled in, Xiao Fengyi came in silently: "She wants to see you."
Nie Wushuang and Ya Jiechi stood up in unison.
"Mr. Emperor, how is Jade Concubine?" Yajie asked anxiously.
Xiao Fengxi went to Nie Wushuang and repeated again, "She wants to see you." His eyes were dark, with the pain she had never seen before. Nie Wushuang looked at him for a while, nodded, and walked out of the inner temple with his head down.
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The palace of "Ziwei Palace" is full of acrid medicine smell, everywhere, just like accumulated over the years, permeated in every carved beam and painting, every brick and tile, lingering.
Nie Wushuang opened the heavy curtain, and then saw Yu Fei lying on the bed. With one glance, her tears rolled down. Her face was so thin that there was only a thin layer of skin. Once Juan Juanxiu was elegant, now there is only one dying skin.
"Sister Yu?" Nie Wushuang sat by her bed and called her softly. With each call, tears filled his eyes.
She was lying unconsciously, as if she had fallen asleep and never wanted to wake up again.
"Sister Yu?" Nie Wushuang called her patiently, and she held her cold hand as if to pass on some more heat for her.
It took a long time for Yu Fei to wake up quietly. She opened her eyes and it took her a long time to gather her unfocused gaze on her.
"Are you here?" The hoarse voice, with the sound of lapping between the chest and lungs, sounded particularly scary. Nie Wushuang nodded, "I'm here."
There was a gurgling sound in her throat, as if coughing and talking, but Nie Wushuang discerned for a long time before she knew she was laughing.
Yu Fei smiled hard for a while, then slowly said: "The emperor has just come. Today is really my big day." Nie Wushuang heard that he could not bear to say that he was with the emperor, hiding the sadness in his eyes , Reluctantly smiled, "Sister Jade is taking good care of her illness, and she will definitely get better. Doesn't Sister Jade say that the poems are good, why did she never enter into the palace and have a good discussion with Sister Jade? Wait for Kaichun ..."
Yu Fei slowly shook her head and interrupted her words: "I can't ... I really can't ..." She said she was going to cough again, but Xu Shi didn't even have the strength to cough, she could only press it down. .
She clenched Nie Wushuang's hand. Nie Wushuang knew she had something to say, and quickly approached: "Is there something for sister Yu to do?"
Yu Fei fixedly looked at her for a while, and her complex eyes looked complicated, and then she sighed: "In the palace ... the change of human warmth and warmth is faster than flipping through the book, only you ... and Ya sister from beginning to end I will always be by my side, and I will never give up. I will never forget this friendship, even in the afterlife. "
Nie Wushuang's heart was ashamed. If it was said that he would not give up, it would only be Jade. And she was just looking for an alliance in the palace.
"Sister Yu, don't say it." Nie Wushuang's heart was sour.
Yu Fei shook her head: "I want to say, no more, there is no chance." She gasped for a while and continued to say: "I consider myself high, asking for someone ... I do n’t want to do it, and I won't do it ... but ... ... but at this moment I have to ask you two things ... "
"What is it?" Nie Wushuang asked, looking at her gradually blurred eyes.