PFC Chapter 410 I’m here!
Chapter 410 I’m here!
Wei's house, this small mansion, has been shrouded in a haze in recent days.
Wei Zheng had been bedridden for quite some time, leaving this once upright and famous official of the Tang Dynasty emaciated.
The room was filled with a strong smell of medicine, and the small table beside the bed was piled with various medicine bowls and herbs.
Outside the window, the sun shines, but it seems unable to dispel the depression in the house.
Wei Zheng lay quietly on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his eyes sunken and his look revealed fatigue.
His breathing was weak and heavy.
On this seemingly ordinary day, a miracle seemed to happen quietly.
Wei Zheng moved his body slowly, then struggled to sit up.
This action seemed to break a long-standing balance.
Pei Lingxuan, who was busy boiling medicine outside, didn't notice anything unusual in the house.
She stood by the stove intently, her eyes fixed on the medicine jar, fanning herself intermittently with the fan in her hand, and silently praying in her heart that her husband's condition would get better soon.
Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of Wei Zheng sitting up out of the corner of her eye. She was stunned at first, and the fan in her hand stopped in mid-air for an instant. Then, she stood up in a panic and took a few steps to Wei Zheng's bedside.
"Husband, are you feeling better?"
There was a hint of surprise and a bit of worry in Pei Lingxuan's voice. She reached out and carefully supported Wei Zheng, her eyes eagerly searching for the answer on his face.
A faint red glow appeared on Wei Zheng's face, a kind of vitality that had not been seen for a long time.
He raised his head slightly, looked at his wife who had been with him for many years and never left him, and a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Madam, I'm much better. I want to ask you something."
Although his voice was still weak, it revealed a unique firmness.
Looking at Wei Zheng who suddenly became energetic, Pei Lingxuan felt an indescribable joy in her heart.
These days, she has been staying by her husband's side day and night, watching him suffer from illness and feeling extremely anxious.
Now, seeing that he could sit up and talk, how could she not be happy?
"My dear husband, you speak, I am listening!"
Pei Lingxuan held Wei Zheng's hand tightly.
Wei Zheng smiled gently, and that smile contained endless attachment.
He slowly stretched out his other hand, held Pei Lingxuan's hand, which was full of traces of time, and gently stroked it, as if recalling every little detail of the past.
"Madam, you are generous, kind, gentle and virtuous. Over the years, you have given so much to me."
"Being able to meet you, know you, and stay with you in this world is the greatest blessing in my life, Wei Zheng."
"But I know my body is in such bad condition now, I am afraid that I don't have much time left."
"If one day, your husband is really gone, you must live well and don't be too sad."
"Shuyu, Shuyu, Shuwan, and Shulin have all grown up and are promising. They will be filial to you and visit you often."
At this point, Wei Zheng's eyes revealed a hint of distant reminiscence, as if he had returned to the moment when he first met Pei Lingxuan. "How fast things have gone, Madam. When your husband first met you, you were just a young girl."
"Time flies by now. We have been through ups and downs together. You have also suffered a lot with me. Your former appearance has gradually aged and you have become the old woman you are today."
Hearing Wei Zheng's words, Pei Lingxuan's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition came to her mind.
She suppressed the grief in her heart, forced a smile, and said in a feigned annoyance, "What's wrong, husband? Lingxuan has become an old woman, so you don't like her anymore, husband?"
Wei Zheng felt a pang of pain in his heart when he saw his wife forcing a smile.
He gently pulled Pei Lingxuan to his side, stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly. He used his last bit of strength to give her a little warmth and comfort.
Feeling the familiar warmth of his wife, Wei Zheng's heart was filled with reluctance. He lowered his head slightly and gently rubbed Pei Lingxuan's graying hair with his chin, murmuring, "I like you, I like you so much, but this time together is too short. When I think about parting with you soon, I feel so sad, my lady."
After a pause, he raised his head again, his eyes filled with earnest requests, "Madam, I have one more thing to trouble you with. Please help me ask the Emperor and my old friends. I have a lot to say to them. Please."
Pei Lingxuan leaned in Wei Zheng's arms, unable to hold back her tears any longer.
She nodded vigorously and said with a sob: "Okay, husband, you must wait for me to come back, you must wait for me!"
After saying that, she slowly stood up, wiped the tears from her face hastily with her sleeve, and walked quickly towards the door.
Her steps staggered a little, but she did not stop at all.
Looking at Pei Lingxuan's departing back, Wei Zheng smiled helplessly and shook his head, his eyes revealing deep reluctance.
He knew that his life might be coming to an end, and all the glory and honor, setbacks and hardships he had experienced would become a thing of the past.
But at this final moment, what he couldn't let go of most was the country and people of the Tang Dynasty, as well as those old friends who had gone through the ups and downs with him.
In Tian Ce Mansion, Li Shimin was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, teasing the young Li Jingyou with a loving face.
The little guy was amused and giggled, waving his hands happily in the air. His clear laughter echoed throughout the yard, adding a bit of vitality to this quiet afternoon.
Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps shattered the silence. Pei Lingxuan rushed into Tiance Mansion like a madman, completely disregarding the rules and etiquette that a woman of the Pei family always respected. Her hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, and her eyes were filled with anxiety and despair.
"Retired Emperor, Retired Emperor, please go and see my husband! He is dying and he wants to see you!"
Pei Lingxuan cried out loudly, her voice filled with tears, "Please ask the Emperor to go see him!"
As she spoke, she looked at Li Shimin, tears welling up in her eyes, and her eyes were full of helplessness.
When Li Shimin heard Pei Lingxuan's words, his face turned pale instantly and he almost dropped the toy in his hand.
He stood up suddenly, his heart seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and it suddenly skipped a beat.
A sense of fear came over me.
"Madame Sun, please take good care of the prince for me!"
After saying that, he didn't care about his appearance anymore, turned around and rushed out of the house.
In his panic, his shoes and socks fell off, but he was completely unaware.
Before leaving, he shouted to his attendants, "Go and call everyone else!"
Li Shimin ran all the way, the wind whistling past his ears, his mind was blank, only Wei Zheng's seriously ill figure kept flashing.
He recalled the heated arguments he had with Wei Zheng in the court over the years. Although those outspoken advice often embarrassed him, he knew better than anyone that Wei Zheng was the backbone of the Tang Dynasty and his indispensable friend. He was the one who could mercilessly pour a basin of cold water on him and keep him sober when he was overwhelmed by victory.
The small house of the Wei family was filled with a depressing and solemn atmosphere.
Fang Xuanling was sitting in a wheelchair and was slowly pushed into Wei Zheng's room.
He looked quietly at Wei Zheng, whose face was flushed, without saying a word.
Their eyes met, and it seemed as if thousands of words were flowing in this silent gaze.
They have known each other for many years and have assisted Li Shimin in creating the prosperous Tang Dynasty. After going through many ups and downs, they are now in their twilight years. Looking at Wei Zheng's current appearance, Fang Xuanling feels emotional and sad. Those days when they had struggled together seem like just yesterday.
Li Shimin's anxious voice came from outside: "Xuancheng, Xuancheng. I'm here to see you!"
There was a hint of trembling and panic in his voice.
Li Shimin rushed all the way into the room and saw Wei Zheng sitting on the bed with a flushed face and a radiant look. He was stunned at first, then he breathed a sigh of relief and his tense nerves relaxed a little.
He gasped for breath and looked at Wei Zheng with concern in his eyes: "Xuancheng, you...you scared me to death!"
Wei Zheng looked at Li Shimin's flustered appearance and noticed his lost shoes and socks. A warm feeling surged in his heart and turbid old tears flowed out unconsciously.
"Your Majesty, you are here! I have been waiting for you. I have so much to say to you!"
Li Shimin walked quickly to Wei Zheng's bed, sat down, reached out and held Wei Zheng's somewhat cold hand tightly.
"Xuancheng, you say, I'm here, I'm listening!"