The smell of disinfectant was like a cold needle. The moment it penetrated Lin Wanxing's nose, she was staring at the dazzling halo of the operating light in trance. The temperature of the mobile phone screen still remains on the fingertips - in the unfinished ancient novel, the queen is kneeling in the snow begging the emperor to let the prince go. The despair between the lines is like a tide, and it overlaps wonderfully with her current situation.
"The patient's heart rate drops suddenly! Prepare for defibrillation!"
The nurse's urgent shouting pierced the ringing in her ears. Lin Wanxing suddenly felt that all the strength in her body had been drained away. The white light in her vision became brighter and brighter, and finally swallowed her completely. At the last second before her consciousness dissipated, she thought vaguely: It would be great if she could travel into the book. At least she could tell the queen, don't be stupid. People who don't love you will kneel to death.
When he opened his eyes again, a biting chill spread from his knees to his limbs.
It's not the soft bed sheets of the hospital, but the painful bluestone road. The nostrils were filled with the coldness of snow particles, mixed with a faint musty smell that belonged to the palace walls. There was a leaden sky above her head, and large flakes of snow fell on her eyelashes, melted into water, flowed down her cheeks, and mixed with the warm liquid - were they tears?
"Queen, please stop kneeling. Your Majesty has said that if you kneel until dark, the prince will not be able to leave the cold palace."
The old voice rang in her ears, and Lin Wanxing suddenly came back to her senses. Only then did she realize that she was wearing a vermilion palace dress embroidered with complicated phoenix patterns. The hem of the skirt had already been wet with snow and was frozen hard. Standing in front of him was an old eunuch wearing a blue palace uniform, with a look of sympathy on his face, and holding a plain cloak in his hand.
