Wu Yan looked at Feng Qing's eyes with sadness and despair, and after a long time, she turned around and walked towards the dormitory.

"He'er has something important to say to His Majesty today. After a pause, she continued:

"In any case, He'er is Your Majesty's eldest son, I hope Your Majesty will forgive He'er for the mistakes he made for the sake of the concubines, if I Wu Yan has someone to be sorry for in this life, then it is this son. As she spoke, she shed another string of tears.

Feng Qingli also felt a little sad in his heart, remembering that when he became a father at the beginning of the year, he hugged the newborn Feng He, and his joy overflowed with his heart.

"What did he do?" asked in a low voice.

Wu Yan coughed, and after a little she steadied her breath and said to Yun'er on the side, "Send someone to call the emperor's eldest son." Yun'er agreed and hurried out of the palace gate.

"Your Majesty, let's go into the house. Wu Yan said as she walked.

Entering the house, Feng Qing sat on the main seat, and Wu Yan sat opposite him, holding a brocade handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose and coughing lightly.

There is a small incense burner on the table, with wisps of light incense, with a slight sweet fragrance, and a pot of blooming orchids is placed by the incense burner, secretly spitting fragrant flowers.

A little palace maid brought steaming tea and put it on the table.

"If you have a cough, don't use incense. Feng Qing looked at the incense burner on the table and said lightly.

Wu Yan was stunned for a moment, and there was a little excitement and joy in her eyes.

"Does the emperor care about me?" a pair of apricot eyes looked at Feng Qing stupidly.

Feng Qing was speechless and silent again.

"Hey," Wu Yan sighed. The luster in his eyes faded again, and then he said shallowly: "Since I entered this palace, I have been sleepless all night, and then I had this cough disease, and my body is getting worse day by day, this incense is specially prepared by Yun'er for me, which can calm my nerves and suppress cough, and after a long time, I can't do without it." ”

Feng Qing's heart suddenly moved, and he couldn't help but look at the incense burner twice, and sniffed deeply twice between his noses. For a moment, I felt as if something had hit the back of my head, and although it didn't hurt, it was dull. When he turned his head to look behind him, Hula fell off the chair.

Wu Yan, who was opposite, stood up from the chair and stool in a bluff.

"Your Majesty. She exclaimed, a slight tension on her face.

Feng Qing, who was lying on the ground, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

At this time, Yun'er and Fenghe walked outside the door.

Wind River saw the collapsed Wind Blue. A hidden surprise slipped under his eyes. But his mouth shouted anxiously: "Father." At the same time, he took three steps and made two steps to Feng Qing's side. Reach out and help him up.

Yun'er also followed closely to help, and Feng Qing looked at Yun'er quietly, wanting to see something from her calm and indifferent eyes. But he saw that Yun'er seemed to inadvertently break the tea bowl on the table next to him, and the poured tea cup fell on the incense burner next to him, and for a while a puff of green smoke and the fragrance of tea incense and orchids rushed into his nose and throat.

He wanted to shout, but his tongue was numb, his cheeks were stiff, his mind was dizzy, his heart seemed to slow down, and now he felt like one foot on the threshold of hell, and one foot was left on the border of heaven, and his body was torn uncomfortably.

"Mother's atonement. ”

Yun'er whispered softly while neatly cleaning up the poured teacup incense burner, wiping the water on the table, and there was a faint strange smell between the waving sleeves.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, there was a screaming sound at the door, Feng Qing used all his strength to raise his eyes and look over, and saw Xia Linhai walking in with a imperial doctor.

I tried to raise my hand, but I couldn't feel where my arm was.

Feng He helped Feng Qing to the brocade couch, and the imperial doctor who followed Xia Linhai hurriedly stretched out his hand to take the pulse, and Wu Yan looked anxious and nervous.

Imperial Physician Liangjiu withdrew his hand: "Imperial Physician Zhao, how is Your Majesty?" Wu Yan asked.

The imperial physician hurriedly bent down and said: "Your Majesty is haggard and overly sad, resulting in poor blood flow, and not thinking about eating and drinking for a long time, resulting in sudden dizziness, and it is imperative that the emperor should rest more." ”

"Then why don't you hurry up and dispense medicine to the emperor?"

"Yes. The Imperial Doctor withdrew with the medicine box on his back.

"Niangniang, can you call Princess Ningjun over" Xia Linhai, who looked at the wind and green, said to Wu Yan in a low and humble manner, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Wu Yan:

"Father-in-law Xia, this palace knows what you want to say? The princess of Ningjun is a skilled doctor, but now she is treating the emperor, the prince is not in the court, and the princess of Ningjun is Jiang Liren, who knows if she and that Chang Yueming will have different intentions, if she has a bad heart, she will harm Your Majesty, and when the court is in chaos, you and I are her opponents with Prince Nayanlong?"

There were fine beads of sweat oozing out of Xia Linhai's forehead.

"The emperor is so seriously ill, and the crown prince is not in the court, the fewer people who know about this matter, the better. Xia Linhai, is what this palace said right?" Wu Yan lowered her tone, and there was a trace of killing intent in her eyes.

Xia Linhai lowered his head and didn't dare to come out, peeked at Feng Qing, who was lying on the bed with his eyes open but couldn't speak or move, and happened to see Feng Qing's scattered eyes also looking at him.

"Yun'er sent someone to call the old marshal. Wu Yan ordered Yun'er.

Time passed bit by bit, and I don't know how long, there were hurried footsteps outside the door.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty. Marshal Wu, who entered the door, looked panicked, and couldn't help kneeling down when he saw Feng Qing, who was lying on the bed and couldn't move.

"My health is getting worse and worse these days, and I coughed up blood today, and I am afraid that I will not live long, so I sent Yun'er to find His Majesty in the name of He'er, and wanted to explain some future affairs, who knew that the emperor was in a hurry, and it was like this. Wu Yan on the side covered her lips with a Jinpa, coughing and crying, and there was a little blood on the Jinpa.

Marshal Wu raised his eyes to look at Wu Yan at this time, and was stunned when he saw the Jinpa in her hand, and a pity crossed his eyes.

"Can you pass on the imperial doctor?" he asked.

Wu Yan nodded, "The imperial doctor said that Your Majesty is tired, sad and depressed, and needs to rest in bed for some time. ”

"Xia Linhai, how do you take care of the emperor?"

Turning around, Old Marshal Wu's small, cloudy old eyes stared fiercely at Xia Linhai's face.

Hearing him ask like this, Xia Linhai hurriedly knelt down and defended: "The old slave is also helpless, since the noble concubine Niangniang left, the emperor lives in the Qingli Palace, how can the old slave and a slave persuade Your Majesty?"

Old Marshal Wu condensed, looking at Feng Qing who had closed his eyes on the bed, and all kinds of complicated emotions flowed in his cloudy old eyes.

Wu Yan silently observed her father on the side, and the room fell silent for a while.

After a long time, she opened her mouth and said softly: "Father, now that the prince is not in the court, and Your Majesty is like this, what if those people of the Ji Kingdom know about Your Majesty's situation, and take advantage of this to sneak into the palace and murder the emperor? ”

She sobbed lowly, looking lonely and sad.

Old Marshal Wu frowned, and suddenly he asked Xia Linhai, who was lowering his eyebrows: "Xia Linhai, what do you say should be done about this?" At the same time, a pair of fine little eyes flashed with a cold light.

Xia Linhai's eyes swept over Feng Qing's face very quickly.

"The old slave obeyed the queen's orders. ”

Old Marshal Wu was silent again, looking at Wu Yan's eyes with an unknown complication.

"Yan'er, what do you say you should do?" After a moment, he gently asked Wu Yan, who was wiping away tears.

Hearing her father's question, Wu Yan held back her tears, calmed down, looked at the wind river standing beside her, and said slowly:

"Now that the prince is not in the court, fortunately, there is still He'er, He'er is His Majesty's eldest son, and at this moment, only He'er has taken over the court, so that the court can be stabilized and resist the conspiracy of the people of Jiguo. Speaking of this, she stopped, looked at Marshal Wu and Xia Linhai, and said tentatively:

"Now to the court, we only need to say that the emperor is cultivating in Fengming Palace due to physical and mental exhaustion, and the court is temporarily in charge of the emperor's eldest son, Fenghe, how about the old marshal assist?"

Old Marshal Wu was silent, time passed little by little, and after a long time, he sighed and said, "It's only like this, Xia Linhai, what do you say?"

Xia Linhai hurriedly lowered his head and bent over silently. (To be continued......)