After he turned around and put Wanyao on the bed, he pinched her jaw, and quickly passed a small pill in his mouth into her mouth, and after seeing that she swallowed it without choking, he jumped and flew out along the rope. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He knelt on the eaves and looked through the gap into the house.

After Yu Wenyong dodged left and right, he came to Wan Yao's side. He shook her vigorously, and when he saw that she was unresponsive, he picked her up with one hand, wrapped her in layers with a quilt, and turned around and fled.

However, the fire was too big, and a horizontal log fell without warning, almost hitting Yuwen Yong. At this time, several guards also came in wearing cold quilts, and after a few people saw Yuwen Yong, they hurriedly surrounded Yuwen Yong in the middle, isolated from the fire, and then like a phalanx, they protected Yuwen Yong and quickly left Jinmo House.

Seeing that Wanyao was carried out, Li'er pounced on her, and cried repeatedly: "Sister, Sister, wake up, Sister, don't scare me, Sister, open your eyes and look at me." ”

Yuwen Yong's hair was messy, his face was dirty with thick smoke, and his body was full of embarrassment, he said to Li'er: "Don't cry, you're not dead yet, go and proclaim Doctor Shan to the Qiankun Palace, hurry up." ”

After saying that, Yu Wenyong held Wanyao and strode towards the Qiankun Palace.

Mrs. Feng was still holding the emperor's black fur fox velvet cloak in her hand, and she was just about to step forward to put it on for the emperor, but the emperor had already picked up Wanyao and walked past her, and he didn't even leave her a little light.

Mrs. Feng bit her lower lip lightly, clutched the corner of her clothes, and only after half a sound did she relax, and returned to Min Yue Hall with a dignified demeanor.

At dawn, the fire was extinguished, and Jinmoju became a pile of wasteland, burned to ashes.

Doctor Shan came quickly, and after checking the pulse, he prescribed a prescription, saying that although Mrs. Wan was poisoned into her body, it was not serious and did not hurt her heart. After applying needles to release the poisonous gas in the body, then soak in a medicinal bath for a few days and drink a few decoctions to heal.

Yuwen Yong sneezed coldly, rubbed his nose, raised his eyes and said, "Do as you say, be sure to cure Mrs. Wan, don't leave the root of the disease." ”

Doctor Shan replied: "Weichen has the order." ”

was silent, and said: "Wei Chen saw that the emperor was pale, with light sweat on his forehead, cloudy eyes, and poor spirits. ”

Yu Wenyong nodded, and said, "Let Fusheng give Mrs. Wan a needle." She's been learning from you for a few years now, and it's time for her to become a teacher. ”

Doctor Shan bowed his head and said, "Let the floating life come over." ”

Fusheng was a little maid who served Yuwenyong when he was a child, and he liked to read medical books and study some herbs since he was a child. When they were children, Yu Wenyong and Yu Wenxian often went out to make trouble, often fell and injured themselves, and were afraid that the Taifu would know about it. Later, Yuwen Yong returned to Chang'an, so he brought her back with him and asked her to follow Shan Tai's medical skills.

Xu was cold outside in the afternoon, and Wanyao always had a high fever. Li'er found a few wet wipes and took turns to cool down Wanyao, but Wanyao continued to have a high fever, and people seemed to be burned and confused, saying inexplicable words in their mouths.

At first, Yu Wenyong didn't care, just listened and listened, and seemed to hear Wanyao's sobs, he took a closer look, and sure enough, he cried.

Yuwen frowned and looked at her coldly. The first time I saw her cry, I didn't want to be in her dreams. Yu Wenyong suddenly became interested, he wanted to know who she dreamed of in her dream? Who would cry so sadly?

Yu Wenyong leaned closer, his ears were close to her, and he only heard Wanyao muttering to herself: "Mom, Mom, don't go, what should I do if you leave?" Lao Li is not at home all the year round, and when you leave, I am the only one left in this home. Mom, mom, look at me, why are you so cruel? If you don't like Lao Li and don't love him, why did you give birth to me again? If you gave birth to me, why don't you want me? ”

Wan Yao cried even more, her hands were clutched indiscriminately, as if she wanted to catch someone.

As soon as Yuwen Yong raised his hand, he was hugged by Wan Yao, put it on his cheek and didn't let go, Yu Wenyong tried several times but couldn't pull his hand away, helpless, and sat on the edge of the bed instead, letting her hold it. The tears on her face wet Yu Wenyong's hands, and couldn't help but make his heart soften, his expression was soft, he looked at her fixedly, and suddenly raised his other hand to wipe her tears, not wanting to be bumped into by Fusheng.

Fusheng smiled and said, "The slave and maid see the emperor." ”

Yu Wenyong said lightly: "You're here, help me break her hand." ”

The corners of Fusheng's lips hooked and said, "What's so difficult about this." As soon as the words fell, the two were gently separated.

Yu Wenyong's cheeks were slightly red, and he said, "I grabbed it very tightly just now, then you can give her a needle, I will go out first." With that, he turned around and walked out of the room.

Fusheng looked back at Yu Wenyong, smiled, helped Wanyao up after cleaning his hands, sat behind her, and whispered: "It seems that the emperor cares about his wife very much, and he actually blushes." I've only seen him blush once, it was a few years ago, when Rouran came to us to marry, with a beautiful woman, he looked at people in a daze for a long time, blushing like an apple, hehe, it's funny to think about it now. ”

After Fusheng took a few silver needles and pricked them on the acupuncture points without mistake, he said: "Since he ascended the throne, I have never seen him like this, he always hides everything in his heart and refuses to say anything." ”

An hour later, Fusheng came out sweating profusely.

Wanyao really got better, and Li'er and Moyi waited for Wanyao to soak in the medicinal bath. At noon on the second day, Wanyao had already lost her fever.

Today, Otsuka Zai and King Qi led 100,000 troops each, and Wei Chi Zhen, Da Xizhen, and Lu Yan accompanied them, and set off towards Northern Qi. Yu Wenyong stood on the city tower, wearing a black dragon robe embroidered with a five-clawed dragon pattern, with a crown of heaven on his head, his expression was cold and majestic. He shouted loudly to the soldiers downstairs in the city, inspiring.

The soldiers stood at the foot of the castle tower and struck the sword to show their gratitude. Then the large army drove towards the Northern Qi Hao.

When Wanyao woke up, Yuwen Yong had already gone down. She got off the ground with her bare feet in a daze, walked to the table, just poured a cup of tea, and before she could drink it in her mouth, she suddenly noticed Yu Wenyong who was sitting beside her, and couldn't help but be startled, and the water in her hand was spilled.

Wan Yao hurriedly took a few steps back and stammered, "You, why are you here?" ”

Yuwen Yong snorted coldly and stood up. His eyes were cold, and his body was full of anger, like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time.

Seeing this, Wanyao hid back in fright.

Yu Wenyong said coldly: "You have such a great ability, the day after entering the palace, you actually dared to destroy one of my palaces, do you want to burn down the entire palace?" ”

Wan Yao was startled by his last roar, and she said without confidence: "When will I destroy and destroy your palace...... In the end, there was no sound.

Yuwen Yong pressed straight at her, he grabbed her chin, used all his strength, as if he was about to crush it, and said coldly: "Do you think that if you make such a fuss, I can let you out?" You dream. ”

Wanyao was numb in pain and refused to soften, still staring at him with a pair of pure and transparent eyes, whining in her mouth, as if to say: "Yuwenyong, you are fucking sick, right?" Do you have persecution paranoia? ”