Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

Entering the room, Fu Cha Rongyin saw her mother whom she had not seen for a long time.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. The two were stunned at first, and their expressions instantly changed from shock to joy. Outside the window, a breeze blew gently, blowing the curtains slightly.

Then, as if the softest part of their hearts was touched, they couldn't help but burst into tears.

Because she was leaving the palace quietly, she only brought Mingyu with her, and there were no rules and constraints like before.

Fu Cha Rongyin finally became herself again, because before in the Forbidden City, she could only look at her mother from afar and talk to her.

Now, the mother and daughter were finally able to hug each other tightly, their bodies trembling constantly, as if they wanted to vent all the longing, worry and pain of the past few days in this hug.

The crying echoed in the room, full of deep family affection. Even the always resolute Fu Cha Li Rongbao had tears in his eyes, "Okay, okay."

He stood aside, looking at his wife and daughter, his eyes full of emotion.

He hadn't seen his daughter for a long time, and he didn't expect that his family would be "reunited" in such a scene.

The moonlight shone through the window onto his face, reflecting the traces of time left on his face.

Fucha Rongyin then saw her brother Fuheng lying on the bed with a pale face and bloodless lips. Her eyes, which had been holding back tears, instantly turned red, and tears rolled in her eyes like a flood about to burst the dam.

She walked to the bedside very lightly, as if she was stepping on the most precious and fragile treasure in the world. She sat down slowly, and every movement was as gentle as falling snow, for fear of disturbing the weak Fu Heng.

She reached out and gently held Fu Heng's hand. That hand was as cold as an ice cube in winter, which made the queen's heart suddenly tighten.

She called softly, "Fuheng, sister is here to see you." Her voice was choked with sobs, and her eyes were filled with tears that seemed ready to burst out at any moment. A breeze blew in from the window, ruffling the queen's hair.

Wei Yingluo bowed respectfully on the side, and the Queen nodded slightly to signal her to stand up.

The Queen turned to look at Wei Yingluo, her eyes full of expectation, that expectation seemed to be able to penetrate everything, hoping to hear some good news from Wei Yingluo, "Yingluo, tell me the truth, Fu Heng..."

Her eyes were fixed on Wei Yingluo, and her lips were trembling slightly, as if she was afraid of hearing bad news.

Wei Yingluo lowered her head, not daring to look directly into the Queen's expectant eyes. She was conflicted, wanting to tell the Queen the truth, but also afraid that the Queen would be too sad. Her fingers unconsciously tugged at the corner of her clothes, trembling slightly.

She replied softly, "Sister, although the poison in the young master is extremely strong, the spread of the poison has been controlled and his life is not in danger. It's just that he has not woken up yet."

Her voice was very soft, like a breeze, gently blowing through the queen's heart.

After hearing this, the queen felt a little relieved, but her worries were still there. She turned her gaze back to Fu Heng, her eyes full of heartache.

She recalled how naughty Fu Heng was when he was a child. He was full of energy at that time and always surrounded her like a little tail.

In the garden, colorful flowers competed for splendor, he would chase butterflies among the flowers, and then hold the caught butterflies and run to him with a bright smile on his face. But now, he has become so haggard because of himself.

She gently stroked Fu Heng's forehead, as if comforting a wounded child. Her fingers slid gently across Fu Heng's forehead, the movement was gentle and full of love.

She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that Fu Heng would wake up soon and regain his vitality. Her fingers trembled slightly, showing her inner restlessness.

Finally, Fucha Rongyin couldn't hold back and burst into tears. She no longer looked like a queen. She was just a child protected by her parents.

She sobbed and said, "Father and mother, please don't blame Yingluo. Fuheng became like this because of me and because he wanted to find medicine for me..."

Her cries were so loud that they echoed in the room. Her body was shaking constantly, and she covered her face with her hands tightly, tears pouring out from between her fingers.

The family cried and comforted each other for a long time.

Finally, Wei Yingluo promised, "Sister, Father, Mother, don't worry, I will definitely cure Fu Heng." Her eyes were firm and persistent, as if she was cheering herself up.

In fact, she was also encouraging herself and comforting her heart. She thought silently in her heart: "No matter what, I can't give up."

Mingyu looked at Wei Yingluo's painful and haggard appearance and felt very sad, but she could not help her and could only pat her on the shoulder.

Wei Yingluo leaned on Mingyu, and the two kept each other warm.

At this moment, the candlelight swayed in the wind, illuminating their resolute faces.

Afterwards, Wei Yingluo took Fu Cha Rongyin's pulse again and felt completely relieved. "Sister, you are much better now, but you must take good care of yourself in the future." Her voice was gentle and full of concern.

"Okay." Fu Cha Rongyin nodded, but her eyes were full of her younger brother Fu Heng.

The queen sat by Fu Heng's bed for a long time, until it got darker and late at night, then she left reluctantly.

Before leaving, she took another careful look at Fu Heng, her eyes seemed to want to engrave Fu Heng's appearance deeply in her heart. Her eyes were full of reluctance and worry, and her lips trembled slightly, as if she was suppressing her emotions.

Then, she walked out of the room with heavy steps, and the phoenix sedan slowly drove away from Fucha Mansion, leaving only an atmosphere of worry in the mansion.

The night sky is dotted with stars, but they cannot illuminate the gloom in the queen's heart.

After leaving the Fucha Mansion and returning to the Forbidden City, she would once again become Empress Fucha, the mother of the country.

Two days later, Wei Yingluo still hadn't received any news from Ye Tianshi.

In Fucha Mansion, she was still guarding Fuheng's bedside. Her eyes were full of fatigue and persistence, and her body was a little thin, which was caused by the torment of the past few days.

The sunlight shone through the window onto her body, but it could not warm her heart.

Various scenes kept appearing in her mind, including the scene of them walking in the imperial garden.

At that time, the sun was shining on them, Fu Heng was looking at her with a smile, the flowers around them were blooming exceptionally beautifully, the breeze blew, and the petals fell one after another, like a dream.

There were times when they talked about poetry together, with Fu Heng's magnetic voice echoing in her ears. They argued over the understanding of a line of poetry until their faces turned red, but in the end they smiled at each other, and their laughter echoed in the study.

There are scenes of them relying on each other in moments of crisis. Fu Heng holds her hand tightly, giving her strength and courage. At that moment, it seems as if the world only has the two of them.

These images were like warm sunshine, illuminating the darkness in her heart.

Suddenly, Huixin said Liu Baizhi was here.

"Sister Yingluo, I'm sorry, I didn't complete the task of stopping the Saint." Liu Baizhi lowered her head, her face flushed red, her eyes full of guilt.

Liu Baizhi rubbed the corners of her clothes nervously with her hands, her body slightly bent, as if she was repenting for her failure. "Fortunately, we saved A-Xia."

"It's okay, thank you for your hard work, Baizhi. You have done a great job." Wei Yingluo forced a smile, but it was a little forced.

She didn't care about Chen Bi anymore. Since A Xia was there, Chen Bi couldn't cause any trouble. Her eyes were indifferent. She was now thinking about Fu Heng's condition.

However, I should remind everyone in Changchun Palace.

In the evening, after Hailancha sent Hezhuo Iparhan into the palace, he attended the welcoming banquet.

At the banquet, Hailancha was a little nervous, and he looked at the emperor from time to time. He put his hands on his knees and sat straight, like a tense sculpture.

He took a deep breath, then mustered up the courage to ask the emperor for an imperial decree to grant him and Mingyu their marriage.

Because Mingyu promised him that she would marry him as long as he returned to the capital safely.

Now, it depends on whether the emperor will give this grace.