Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

Chapter 619 Students beg you!

In the slightly dim space of the Liangyi Hall, an old atmosphere has settled along with the years.

Li Chengqian was sunk deep in the armchair that had accompanied him for sixteen years, and his figure looked a little thin.

His right hand weakly supported his forehead, and his fingertips gently pressed on his temples, trying to dispel the anxiety that followed him like a shadow.

On the imperial desk in front of him, memorials were piled up in a mess. Each one carried the importance of the country and the people, but at this moment it became a heavy burden that crushed him.

This was the first time in his long career as an emperor that he felt so powerless. The frustration of not being able to control his fate made him somewhat discouraged.

A clear knock sound came from outside the closed palace door, echoing in the silent palace.

Li Chengqian raised his head, his voice a little tired, but still steady and powerful: "Come in."

The door of Liangyi Hall was slowly pushed open, and Zhang Xianhuai slowly walked into the hall.

He came before Li Chengqian and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, Hu Bugui is back."

When he heard the name "Hu Bugui", Li Chengqian's eyes, which had been drooping, suddenly raised up, and a complex light flashed in his eyes, and he recalled many things from the past.

He straightened his back slightly, looked at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar figure behind Zhang Xianhuai, nodded slightly, and said with a hint of emotion in his voice: "Bugui, you are here."

Hu Bugui stood in the hall, the candlelight outlining his slightly restrained figure.

The moment his eyes met Li Chengqian, his heart suddenly shrank and the valve of his memory was instantly opened.

The last time I saw Your Majesty was when I followed Your Majesty and the 100,000-strong army into Chang'an City. At that time, Your Majesty was wearing a bright red robe, riding on a tall horse, full of vigor and vitality, as if everything in the world was under his control.

That vivid picture was engraved deep in Hu Bugui's memory like a brand, so that in his imagination, His Majesty would always be that energetic young man.

But now, the scene before him was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.

He saw the unresolved sorrow between Li Chengqian's brows, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and the strands of white hair quietly emerging from his head. These were particularly glaring in the dim candlelight, stinging Hu Bugui's eyes.

At this moment, Hu Bugui felt his mind trembling violently, his legs going weak, a strong sense of sorrow surged in his heart, and he was even a little unsteady on his feet.

Fortunately, Zhang Xianhuai had been paying attention to Hu Bugui's condition. He quickly reached out and held him steadily.

Hu Bugui calmed down, shook his head gently, and signaled to Zhang Xianhuai with his eyes that he was fine.

Then, he took a deep breath, forced himself to be strong, tried to support his body, lowered his head slightly, and did not dare to look directly at Li Chengqian's face. Instead, he bowed respectfully to Li Chengqian, his voice trembling slightly.

"I, the humble Hu Bugui, come to see Your Majesty!"

Hearing Hu Bugui's words, Zhang Xianhuai narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze stayed on Hu Bugui for a moment. There was a complex meaning in his eyes, as if he understood his mood. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Li Chengqian nodded slightly, his eyes still fixed on Hu Bugui. His lips moved slightly as he murmured to himself, "My humble servant, why are you so unfamiliar with me?"

There was a hint of loneliness in the voice, lamenting the gradually alienated relationship between the two. The former teacher-student friendship seemed to have become a little distant.

Hu Bugui didn't dare to listen to Li Chengqian anymore, for fear that he would lose control of his emotions and reveal his inner vulnerability.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and said directly, "Your Majesty, I'm here because of the Empress's illness."

"When my father was alive, he suffered from symptoms similar to the Empress's. As to whether it is the same disease, I will have to wait until I have seen the Empress before I can answer Your Majesty."

After saying that, he carefully took out a piece of paper from his arms, held it in both hands and handed it forward. The paper swayed slightly because of his slightly trembling hands.

"Your Majesty, this paper contains my humble opinion on this disease and the treatment process. Please review it!"

Hearing Hu Bugui say this, Zhang Xianhuai hurried forward, took the paper from Hu Bugui, then quickly walked to Li Chengqian and handed the paper to him respectfully with both hands.

Li Chengqian took the paper, unfolded it slowly, fixed his eyes on it, and began to read it carefully.

As he read deeper, his expression became more solemn, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and sorrow gradually welled up in his originally calm eyes.

At the end, his hands began to tremble unconsciously and his face was full of despair.

It was not until this moment that he truly knew what disease Su Zhi was suffering from.

Brain tumor, this terrible disease, is a difficult disease to overcome even in the future when medical technology is advanced, let alone in today's era when medical technology is relatively backward.

For a moment, Li Chengqian felt his eyes go dark and the whole world seemed to collapse in an instant. His body swayed and he almost fell off the armchair.

Zhang Xianhuai and Hu Bugui saw this and hurried forward to support him, their voices filled with anxiety: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" "Your Majesty, please take care of your health!"

Hu Bugui took the opportunity to hold Li Chengqian's wrist and take his pulse.

It wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't touched it, but once he touched it, Hu Bugui's heart sank suddenly and the expression on his face became extremely ugly.

Your Majesty's pulse is weak and feeble, and your Qi and blood are severely deficient. In Traditional Chinese Medicine, this is a manifestation of the continuous loss of your essence, energy and spirit.

In other words, it looked like he was destined for an early death. If nothing improved, he might not live more than five years.

Thinking of this, Hu Bugui felt as if his heart was being grabbed by an invisible big hand, causing him severe pain.

How could the teacher who used to speak eloquently and full of vigor on the podium, the teacher who led them to speak with great vigor, become the Majesty who is plagued by sorrow and will not live long!

Why on earth is this happening?

He bit his lips, the pain in his heart surging like raging waves, but he could only remain silent and let the bitter taste spread in his heart.

"Bugui, can you cure the Empress's illness? If so, how long can you extend her life?"

Li Chengqian spoke weakly to Hu Bugui.

When Hu Bugui heard Li Chengqian's words, he suppressed his emotions and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Your Majesty, I haven't seen it yet..."

"You have to see it to know... Even if... Even if it is..."

"I...I can at least extend your life...by five years..."

Hu Bugui spoke incoherently, his voice choked with sobs.

Zhang Xianhuai could hear Hu Bugui sobbing, but he didn't understand what was wrong with him.

At the end, Hu Bugui could no longer restrain himself.

Tears kept dripping onto the floor tiles of Liangyi Hall.