On that day, Emperor Yongyin suddenly fell into a coma, Xiao Yan sighed in his heart, and he cared very much about Emperor Yongjun for no reason.

This care...... disturbed his mood and made him uneasy for several days.

Today, when he learned that Emperor Yongyin had woken up, he didn't know what kind of mood he was in, and he entered the palace to face the saint, but he didn't expect to eat a closed door here.

He took a deep breath, glanced at Zichen Palace again, flicked his long sleeves, and left with a cold face.

......

After Xiao Yan left, Lin Wenzhou breathed a sigh of relief without a trace.

When he used to be an errand boy in the palace, he had heard that the emperor was not in good health, but he never expected that it would be so bad, and a slight illness could make the emperor half dead.

Lin Wenzhou thought to himself, he had to think about it when he went back, and get more medicinal food to make up for the emperor.

The other thing is......

Today's regent's retreat from compromise is a good start.

Otherwise, with the emperor's current situation, if the two really clashed, it would not be possible for the frail emperor to suffer due to lack of energy.

Now the situation is clear, the Wenyuan palace supports Emperor Yongyin, and Lin Wenzhou, Yin Shao and others, as the pro-confidants cultivated by Emperor Yongyin, are naturally oriented towards the emperor and think about the emperor everywhere.

As for Xiao Yan, he has already made it clear that the carriage and horses are in a hostile relationship with each other.

Even if you don't kill you, it's true that you don't deal with it.

Therefore, it is classified as a nausea that requires vigilance, which is also reasonable.

......

Lin Wenzhou drove Xiao Yan away, and as soon as he returned to Zichen Palace, he saw the little emperor who had not recovered from his serious illness full of resistance.

Zhou Yanqing twisted a face and looked at the bowl of thick black soup in Huaixuan's hand hesitantly.

As soon as you smell it, you know that it must be extremely bitter.

She distorted her little face, she was not afraid of heaven and earth in her life, but she was most afraid of hardship.

Sensei is this ancient version of black soup, even if she had eaten Gankang and azithromycin in her previous life, she was too bitter to swallow, and after swallowing it, she was so bitter that she vomited it out to her stomach, so she could only hang a drip when she was sick......

"Cousin, let's be obedient, okay? Look, I have prepared sweet water mixed with honey, and sweet candies!"

Huaixuan seemed to know that Emperor Yongyin was afraid of hardship, and coaxed Zhou Yanqing to take medicine like a baby.

Zhou Yanqing's face turned pale, she coughed again, and then took the soup bowl and took a mouthful!

Life is like this, there are many things that have nothing to do with your own preferences, whether you like it or not, you have to do it.

Long pain is better than short pain, even if you are afraid of bitterness, even if you don't like bitterness, but in order to get better as soon as possible, you can only do it.

However, after doing it.

"Vomit ......!!"

Is this bitter?

It's a lot of suffering, it's just doubting life!

I only felt that the stomach acid was surging, Zhou Yanqing's waist bent, and she covered her chest and vomited.

Come on, she ate the breakfast before for nothing, and she really can't digest this thing!

After she finished vomiting, she was already angry, and she was tossed and weak. Two tears were in his eyes, and sorrow flowed backwards into a great river.

Huaixuan was distressed, so Lin Wenzhou cleaned up the filth on the ground and fed Zhou Yanqing honey water to sweet mouth, and then looked sad and anxious.

"How's that okay?"

Huai Xuan frowned bitterly.

"I thought my cousin's problem would have been cured. ”

After ascending the throne, Emperor Yongyin was still weak and sickly, and when he was sick, he disliked the decoction too bitterly, but he didn't feel sick to his stomach when he drank it, and Huaixuan was secretly happy about it in private.

Because Zhou Jin, the ninth prince before he ascended the throne, grew up soaking in a medicine jar since he was a child, but he probably couldn't adapt to this thing for the rest of his life.

Every time, I have to vomit to death because I can't help myself.