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Dozens of small stoves of just the right volume in the house are placed in various places at a uniform distance, quietly spreading warmth outward with a warm but not dry amplitude.

The house seemed to be filled with the June sun, but it was as cold as the winter of January.

Hou San'er, who was standing outside the heavy bed tent, lowered his head and stared at the tips of his boots, the winter clothes he had specially put on because he had served outside before looked a little cumbersome in this warm room. He suppressed his breathing and slowed down, trying not to attract the attention of the rest of the room, but thin beads of sweat began to form on his forehead because of the tension and heat.

A foot away from the soles of his slightly trembling boots, there was a jade pot that was shattered to the ground, the jade pot was as white as ice and snow, but at this time, the fine jade pieces were like white lotus that had withered and withered in late autumn, stained with black blood, revealing a sense of decay and decay.

Hou San'er's gaze lightly fell on the blackened bloodstains, and quickly took them back as if they had been burned. Half a pillar of incense, he and Yuanxiang they rushed in, only to find that His Majesty fell to the ground, looking like he should have walked a few steps on the head of the bed before falling, maybe he fell down with the table when he fell, and the fragments, tea and blood stains on the ground, and the carp before the coma vomited a large mouthful of black blood, this scene ...... It's like some kind of murder scene.

Because of avoiding suspicion, the seriously ill Emperor of Great Wei was served by the few people led by Yuan Xiang, and the others were just doing the easy work of serving tea and handing hot water and hot decoction, and the personal service was done by Yuan Xiang. He has always been doing the work of giving orders outside the door, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Hou San'er would not have thought that his own emperor's majesty would be so seriously ill.

Maybe it wasn't just that he didn't expect it, but when he saw the solemn and murderous faces of the two nobles on the seat, he was afraid that he hadn't thought much about it before.

The atmosphere was too solemn, King Jing and the Queen Mother sat upright, each with a black face and didn't know what they were thinking, the tea cup in their hands was already cold, and they didn't taste it, but no palace people dared to come forward to disturb it. Shi Luoxue sat below King Jing and the Queen Mother at a distance of two positions, her delicate body trembled, her cheeks were still stained with tears, and her red and swollen eyes were like red apricots looking at the closed curtain, even if she had already looked at half a pillar of incense for an hour, even if her gaze had no way to penetrate through the curtain, and saw the person she was worried about.

Under the snowy steps outside the hall, all the palace maids and eunuchs who served the emperor knelt and waited, not even daring to breathe, lest they lose their lives due to their dereliction of duty.

Hou San'er quietly looked at Xiuyu who was kneeling in the cold wind and shivering, and then glanced at Yuanxiang beside Xiuyu who looked respectful but calm, and the strange feeling in his heart was even worse. He was about to take the opportunity to sneak a glimpse of His Majesty Da Wei's situation, and very abruptly, a hand quietly cut out vertically from the gauze curtain, slightly reversed the rough palm, and lifted the bed veil that covered the person on the bed, the movement was soft and steady like a mountain, as if it was not a light and fluttering curtain that was split, but a great obstacle.

Shi Lan walked out of the curtain sideways with an indifferent face, and closed the curtain without leaking, no one could see the slightest glimpse from her body, but she couldn't hide the strong smell of blood and decay on her body.

"How's it going?!"

When King Jing saw Shi Lan come out, he suddenly stood up and walked towards Shi Lan. He could no longer hold back the anxiety and worry in his heart, and was full of arms to maintain the dying little man.

Shi Luoxue, who was looking at the curtain in a daze, immediately stood up, and was about to rush forward and barely stopped. She had already noticed that the atmosphere at the scene was not welcoming to her, and the Queen Mother, who was not particularly enthusiastic in the past, could be called indifferent at the moment of meeting before, Your Majesty's situation was unknown, even if she was worried, she did not dare to make a mistake in front of the Queen Mother and King Jing.

Wei Ruoshui didn't notice that Shi Luoxue was waiting for her reaction, but he didn't fall for a moment and gently fell his gaze on the ten fingers in front of his knees, but he paid close attention to the movements of King Jing beside him.

Shi Lan slowly glanced at King Jing and replied calmly: "The situation has stabilized for the time being, but it's just ......"

"Just what?" King Jing was anxious and wanted to cross Shi Lan to see how his child was, but was stopped by Shi Lan.

Facing King Jing's eyes full of murderous intent, Shi Lan's face remained unchanged, and she still replied calmly: "Lord Wang, please stay, Imperial Doctor Wang is treating inside, and he specially explained not to disturb." ”

As she spoke, she took a step back, seemingly giving in to King Jing, but in fact she believed that King Jing would not take another step.

Sure enough, when King Jing heard this, he took a deep breath to ease his disordered emotions, and when he looked back, the Queen Mother Wei Ruoshui was still sitting upright, until King Jing's eager eyes fell on her, and then he unhurriedly beckoned Shilan and asked her to help herself up.

King Jing's eyes crossed a trace of dissatisfaction and pity, but he pursed his lips, and his eyes fell on the curtain again.

"Can you find out?" Wei Ruoshui didn't ask much about Lian Li's situation, but just turned his head slightly and asked Shi Lan. Shi Lan didn't look at the group of palace people kneeling outside the main hall, carefully holding Wei Ruoshui's hand, but shook her head invisibly.

Wei Ruoshui exhaled lightly, but he had already made a decision in his heart, just nodded lightly at Shi Lan, and decided the lives of dozens of people. She walked in front of King Jing, kept a suitable distance, and asked calmly and in a low voice, "Is Li'er awake?" ”

King Jing said softly: "The situation is unknown, Wang Tieqiao is still inside." ”

Wei Ruoshui frowned, and asked Hou San'er sharply: "It's all this hour, where are those imperial doctors?" ”

Hou San'er shuddered, quickly knelt down and kowtowed, kowtowing and begging for mercy: "The little one has already sent someone to the Tai Hospital to ask the doctor on duty, but somehow it hasn't ...... at this time."

"Alright, get up." King Jing interrupted Hou San'er impatiently, and shouted in a low voice, "Your Majesty is still inside, what are you yelling about here?" ”

If Hou San'er was amnestied, he quickly retreated to the side in silence.

King Jing and Wei Ruoshan waited quietly outside the curtain, not knowing what was going on inside. Maybe it was because he was worried in his heart, the more King Jing waited, the more worried he became, smelling the sweet and sticky fragrance that filled the room, frowning and saying angrily: "Didn't the imperial doctor explain to remove the incense before?" Who put it here? ”

"Still not taking it down?" Wei Ruoshan had a headache, rubbed his temples carelessly to relieve the pain, and said to Hou San'er.

Hou San'er was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to raise his hand to withdraw, but King Jing glanced at Hou San'er quietly, so frightened that he didn't dare to take another step.

I saw King Jing step forward calmly, raised his hand to uncover the top of the incense burner, sniffed the smell that was burning, frowned slightly, and didn't know what was going on.

How is it? Wei Ruoshan just watched King Jing's movements, and he also guessed that this spice was probably strange, but he didn't know how he knew about it, and what he wanted to do at this time.

King Jing carefully took off the burning incense burner, walked to the small coffee table next to the hall, raised his hand to gently extinguish the flame seedlings that burned the curls, and without hesitation, poured all the spices that were about to burn out in the furnace on the table.