Broken wings

Although the imperial doctor knew that Duan Yanche had completely annoyed Duan Yi this time, he really lost his life, and Duan Yi was not allowed to kill all of them in a fit of anger. After all, this is his only son, so even if he is not favored in the future, it is always right to try his best to heal.

On the fifth day, Duan Yanche finally had a high fever and woke up, but it was better not to wake up than not to wake up, and when he woke up, he had to bear the pain all over his body and couldn't move.

After Duan Yanche woke up, he didn't speak, and he didn't do anything, just lying down and looking into the distance without focus.

When the maid came to feed him soup, he smiled and declined: "I can't move, it's better to try not to go to the toilet, thank you." "

The

maid remembered the heroic appearance of the little prince before, and walked out with a handful of tears sadly. The emperor is really patient, he is busy with his own affairs, and he doesn't even ask, as if it has nothing to do with him whether this son is dead or alive.

Half a month later, although the injuries on Duan Yanche's body had not healed, he was also uncomfortable, and he wanted to go out for a walk, and when he picked up the teacup and wanted to drink some water, he found that his right hand did not have any strength, and the cup fell to the ground.

Duan Yanche

looked at the cup on the ground a little stunned, he hasn't moved these days, why is his hand weak? The left hand pinched his right arm vigorously, and there was no pain at all, Duan Yanche blinked his eyes in confusion, turned his head and stabbed the dagger into his right arm, and finally felt a trace of pain, he smiled comfortably, and if there was pain, it meant that the arm was not useless.

Stabbing in and out of stabbing and pulling out, I don't know how many knives I stabbed back and forth, I only know that when the maid came, she screamed and covered her mouth and cried, and hurriedly went to grab the dagger in his hand, and her clothes were already wet with blood, "Your Royal Highness the Prince!

Duan Yanche didn't understand why she was crying so sadly, he explained very calmly: "The dagger pierced into it, it has a feeling, and it has not been ......abolished yet."

The maid couldn't cry, she just took gauze and bandaged him, and after the bandage, Duan Yanche got up: "Thank you, girl, I'm sorry for you, you go out, you won't have to serve me in the future, go serve others, I can take care of myself alone." "

The maid covered her mouth and cried: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, the slave knows that you are sad, but you can't do this to your body, there will always be hope ...... alive."

"Thank you, I'll live well, you go out. Duan Yanche's face has been pale and bloodless since he woke up, and he no longer has the vigor and burning eyes of the past, but he is like a scholar who is weak in literature, and he will fall down when the wind blows.

After Duan Yanche woke up, the imperial doctor basically didn't come to see him, they all passed it tightly, and they all knew that Duan Yi hadn't even looked at him in the past month. Since he woke up, it doesn't matter to him whether he is dead or alive, who cares if he will stay sick. Duan Yi is usually vicious, and the imperial doctors don't say it, and they are all jealous, so their attitude towards his son is also respectful.

After a long time, there was only one person left in this attic, who sat in front of the fence on weekdays and looked at the sky and birds outside, slept on time at night, and someone brought food over for dinner. They are all snobs, knowing that he has offended Duan Yi too deeply, and the meals sent are either cold or rancid, and sometimes the meals sent are not eaten even by the most humble palace people in the palace. But Duan Yanche didn't seem to have a sense of taste, so he took it all and ate it all.

Gradually, he found that no matter how much he stabbed, his right hand had no strength. When he finally recognized this fact, he silently put down the dagger in his hand, raised a knife, and without a trace of hesitation, the knife fell in his hand, and the blood flashed.

He buried his right arm in the backyard, and then asked the palace people outside to call the imperial doctor to apply medicine and bandage it, and no one ever stepped into this attic again. Whenever there was wind, he would tremble like spasms and pain all over his body, but he would not go into the house, just like that, looking at the distant sky in the wind and rain.

On a rainy day, I stretched out my hand to catch the rain, watched the rain wet my palm, and smiled faintly.

Later, he

found that his eyes were not very good, he could not see anything clearly, and he also noticed that his stomach was always nauseous and painful, and most of the food he sent was returned untouched. He drank only water, and slowly he became very thin, often coughing and coughing up blood. But he was still very calm, calmly drinking water, sleeping peacefully, folding quilts calmly, calmly sitting in front of the fence, and not going anywhere.

Two months later, Duan Guo was already in flames, and after Duan Yi suffered another defeat, the whole person was a lot more decadent, he knew that he was no longer able to return to the sky, and within a month, the entire Duan Kingdom would fall, so he finally remembered Duan Yanche, looked at the map and asked his entourage: "How is Duan Yanche?"

The attendant bowed and replied: "According to the gatekeeper, he has been quiet since he woke up, and he always sat in front of the fence and looked at the sky in the distance, and the birds in the sky, without saying a word. "

Duan Yi raised his head and stared, frowning, and finally called his entourage to look at him with him.

When he arrived at the attic, he found that the ground was full of gray and yellow fallen leaves, piled up with the ground, Duan Yi looked up and saw a skinny man sitting in front of the fence with his hair scattered, looking into the distance with a trace of peace on his face.

Duan Yi couldn't believe his eyes, obviously it was only two months, who was this skinny skinny person?

Let the entourage guard at the door, he strode up, and when he went up to the attic, Duan Yanche still didn't find it, he finally knew that his ears couldn't hear clearly, his senses were weakened, and his five senses were lost.

Duan Yi gasped for breath, although he hated him for betraying him, but seeing him like this, his heart was like a knife, he couldn't believe that this was his high-spirited son!

Duan

Yanche finally found out that Duan Yi was coming, he was not surprised, got up and knelt down and bowed: "Archer didn't know that the emperor was coming, please forgive the emperor ......."

Duan Yi walked over slowly, why did he feel as if something flashed

in his heart, but he couldn't grasp it? Why did my Archer lose so much that only skin and bones remained? A strong sense of fear was like a giant hand pinching Duan Yi's heart, as if it was about to burst.

Holding his shoulders, tears rolling in his eyes: "Archer, Archer, why did you become like this? Why did you become so thin? Are you angry that your father doesn't come to see you? So you are angry and refuse to eat? Isn't it your biological father's anger? Why are you so thin ......

".

Duan Yi saw the fluttering sleeve of his right arm, grabbed it, but it was empty, and the uncontrollable tears slid down in strings, and he roared in a broken voice: "Who is it? Who cut off Archer's hand! Where is my son's hand!".

Duan

Yanche's eyes were foggy, looking at Duan Yi's body with several double images, and said with a slight smile: "I eat well, sleep on time, and drink water...... I have no strength in my right hand, I can't hold a pen, I can't hold a cup, I don't feel a lot of knives, and I don't hurt when I cut ......

."

Duan Yanche

smiled stupidly at Duan Yi as he spoke, Duan Yi held Duan Yanche tightly in his arms, and couldn't stop crying with a whimper: "My son...... My Archer, ......

".

Duan

Yanche's injuries all over his body have not healed, and his bones have not been connected at all, and his whole face in pain was distorted by Duan Yi's hug like this, but he smiled with satisfaction: "Finally waited for me...... I thought that when I died, you would not forgive me, and you would not come to see my ......

."

Duan Yi seemed to be frightened by something, and let go of his mouth with a loud shout: "Archer is just hungry, Father Emperor took you to eat, what do you want to eat, Father asked the Emperor to cook it for you, you will gain weight if you eat more, Archer is obedient, Father Emperor will take you to eat delicious food, ......

."

"Your Majesty...... Archer couldn't eat and had a stomachache...... Archer would be fine if he drank water......" Duan Yanche smiled weakly at Duan Yi, his blank eyes, pale face, thin face, and chapped lips.

"Archer has a stomach ache, why doesn't the stomach ache pass on to the imperial doctor? Why do you have to

endure it alone? It's okay, my father will take you to see it, the imperial doctor will prescribe medicine for you, you will be fine if you eat it, and you can eat if your stomach doesn't hurt......" A strong uneasiness occupied his heart, Duan Yanche's state was far worse than he imagined, and he couldn't have imagined that he had lost weight and was about to become a dry corpse after only two months of not seeing him. It seems that there is no blood all over the body, no blood on the face, no blood, no blood, how can it be? There is a lot of blood in the human body, why is my Archer so pale?

He couldn't have imagined that because of his unkindness, everyone in the palace knew about it, but he didn't dare to say it because of his majesty. In fact, people's hearts have turned against him, and they are no longer with him. After Duan Yanche came out of prison, it was rumored everywhere that Duan Yanche had offended his father very much, and he was afraid that he would die soon. After coming to see the bone twice, he never came again, leaving him to fend for himself. In this remote little attic, except for the people who deliver food every day, no one has set foot at all, and they all feel that this place is unlucky. Even the person who delivered the food didn't have a good face for him every day, and over time he had stomach pain, and he didn't want to see the face of the food delivery person.

vomiting blood, self-harm, broken arms, and having already lost too much blood, plus the leftovers that are delivered on weekdays are all leftovers, with no nutrition at all, and even drinking hot water is whimsical. Because the beating was too severe, the injury has not healed, and the glutinous and cold food that I ate stimulated my lungs and caused stomach problems, and I only relied on drinking water to sustain my life on weekdays.