The ancient painting fan chuckled: "Yes! That's right, he will run! But he didn't dare to attack what he thought was the weakness of the slave! ”

"Why?" Emperor Chunyuan asked in a deep voice.

"When a person who has been holding on, believing in something, and thinking that there will be nothing wrong, suddenly surprises his expectations and gives him a heavy blow. He will feel that he has been carefully lurking all these years, and the secret observation he has been observing has already been seen thoroughly, and he will also think that the weaknesses that he has secretly observed over the years must have been deliberately leaked to him. Deliberately let him know! Just like Fang Cai, the slave asked the emperor about the sincerity of the slave and the maid, and the emperor was indifferent because he believed in the slave and the maid, so he was indifferent and watched the slave and the maid mess around by themselves. If you don't believe in the slave and maid, you have to pretend to believe it, and that momentary change is enough to be observed by others. What's more, what the betrayer has to do is so big, how can it be described as just a temptation? He will jump off the wall in a hurry, he will be suspicious of dark ghosts, and he will mess with himself. Your Majesty, at this time, will he still be steadfast in his observations over the years? Will he continue to attack without suspicion of these so-called weaknesses? Everyone is afraid of death, let alone to die in vain for doing such things that they know are dead? Unless, he's stupid! After the ancient painting fan finished speaking softly, he looked at Emperor Chunyuan quietly, silent.

Emperor Chunyuan was already contemplating at this moment, turned to look at the battle report, and thoughtfully tapped his fingers on the table.

In the middle of the night, Emperor Chunyuan stretched out his hand to pick up the teacup on the side and was about to open it, but was intercepted by the ancient painting fan.

"This tea is already cold! Slave go make another cup! The ancient painting fan said softly.

Emperor Chunyuan glanced at the teacup in the hand of the ancient painting fan. looked at her clear face, and then chuckled and nodded.

The ancient painting fan looked at Emperor Chunyuan's brows that finally stretched, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then picked up the tea statue and walked into the small tea room next to it.

As soon as he put down the tea in the cup, he didn't have time to pour it out, when he heard a sudden noise outside, followed by the urgent announcement of Luofu.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Concubine Rou, Concubine Yaxian and Concubine Qi suddenly became unwell and had difficulty breathing, Your Majesty! ”

The ancient painting fan was shocked when he heard this, after all, he was just recovering from a serious illness, and he instantly felt a little dizzy. He stumbled two steps, and then suddenly woke up and hurriedly looked at Emperor Chunyuan.

But when he saw Emperor Chunyuan hear this, he suddenly got up, but he coughed violently because he was too anxious.

"Your Majesty—"

Gu Huafan exclaimed, and hurriedly ran towards Emperor Chunyuan, holding his crumbling body.

Emperor Chunyuan only felt that his eyes were black, and he was dizzy, and he didn't know that he was stuffed into a cool thing in his mouth, which was a little sweet, and his mouth melted, and his chest, which was originally dull and painful, suddenly suddenly became apparent. But for some reason, he always felt so familiar.

The ancient painting fan panicked and wanted to stuff the purse into the placket again, but because of the body of Emperor Chunyuan, the purse slipped from the placket and fell on the dragon chair.

But at the moment, I can't care about picking it up, and I can't lose it left and right, so the ancient painting fan helped Emperor Chunyuan to lie down on the soft collapse on the side. While breathing smoothly for Emperor Chunyuan, he did some first aid methods.

"Lukfu! Come on in! Lekfook! The ancient painting fan frowned and shouted clearly.

Liufu, who is anxiously waiting for his return. At first glance, he heard the eager shouts of the ancient painting fan in the house, and his face immediately changed, and he just wanted to quickly push the door open and enter, but he took into account that there were others next to him. Despite his anxiety, he still took a step back slowly, bent down slightly, and whispered, "Yes!" ”

Then he looked back at the three people who were still kneeling, and said softly: "You go back first, the emperor will naturally have a conclusion!" Then he pushed the door open unhurriedly, walked in, and closed the door tightly.

In the courtyard, kneeling was a small eunuch who came from Mu Ya Palace, and two palace maids who came from the palace of Concubine Qi and Concubine Yaxian. Because they were separated by a distance, and the sound of the ancient painting fan was just controlled at the intensity that could be heard outside the door, they didn't know what was happening. But Father-in-law Fu asked them to go back, and they had to be obedient.

The three of them glanced at each other, remembering the master who was still in pain in their palace, and hurriedly strode away without stopping.

As soon as he entered the imperial study, Liufu's face changed in an instant, and he hurried to the inner room, and when he saw Emperor Chunyuan with a painful expression, he was shocked.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you! Sister Fan'er—"

The ancient painting fan used the medical skills and techniques learned in the previous life to temporarily relieve Emperor Chunyuan. Then he looked at Liufu and said in a deep voice: "Liufu, you now hurry up and go to the palace of the three ladies to treat them, just say that the emperor is a little sleepy because he got up too early today, and he has slept in the imperial study, so he won't go to see them!" If you bring Dr. He here quietly, you will have to hide it quickly. Don't let anyone know about the emperor's situation! As for how to hide people's eyes and ears, it's up to you! Adapt to the situation! Be sure to be fast! ”

Liufu was worried about the situation of Emperor Chunyuan, but he had no choice but to understand medical skills, his hands trembled lightly and he didn't know what to do.

When he got out of the door, he already had a calm and breezy expression, no different from usual.

In the room, the ancient painting fan massaged the acupoints for Emperor Chunyuan, until Emperor Chunyuan was no longer in pain and no longer trembling, then he breathed a deep sigh of relief, and had no time to take care of his hands that had collapsed and were a little red, and then asked softly: "Your Majesty!" How do you feel? Is there still pain in the chest? What about breathing, is it still difficult? ”

Emperor Chunyuan gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, although his brows were still slightly wrinkled, his expression was much more natural.

"In the early years of war, I was pierced through the chest by a sharp sword, but I survived. But it was a heartache. When I was young, I didn't think it was anything, and I forbearance was over. But in recent years, it has become more and more painful! Alas! Old! It's useless! Emperor Chunyuan sighed lightly.

Gu Huafan looked at the face of Emperor Chunyuan after a long time, and listened to his words that seemed to be understated but deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and tears almost slipped down his eyes.

She had seen a long scar on Emperor Chunyuan's shoulder, and the skin around him was hideously deformed, she didn't know how many years that injury had existed on him, and she didn't know how painful he was at that time. Now, everything has come to an end, leaving only this silent and calm Emperor Chunyuan.

He has been favored all his life, but after all, he is just flesh and blood, after a hundred years, maybe future generations will vaguely mention two sentences, but who can really understand the suffering and loneliness of an emperor?

The throne, the dragon chair, the jade seal, the military talisman, how many iron bones have been buried, and how many men's tears have been buried!

"Your Majesty—" Gu Huafan didn't know what she should say at the moment.

Every time she experienced the line of life and death, her heart ached, and she became more and more afraid, she didn't want to see where Emperor Chunyuan belonged in this world after he left, because it was destined to be a bloody battle.

Whoever ascends to the throne will be baptized in blood.

She doesn't want to see it, she can't see it. )