"If you cry, you won't be wronged, and you won't be sad...... It's good to see them again in the future, it's okay, it's okay......" She buried her head between her knees, crying very embarrassed.

Ma Xi walked over to her with cat steps and gently put his hand on her shoulder: "What's the use of crying, will the man come back to you?" Don't be stupid, let me help you......"

"Fleur girl, what's wrong with you?"

I lay on my stomach in the bushes on the other side, buried my whole head in it, and began to vomit wildly.

Pu Qing heard my screams of vomiting on the side, his face turned green with fright, and he patted me on the back in horror, for fear that I would vomit to death in this row of bushes.

The grass around my face hurt a lot, but I wasn't throwing up, I didn't even have time to eat dinner, and I still vomited somewhere.

It's just that a minute ago, my heart suddenly throbbed violently, and this pain was connected to my stomach, and my normally strong stomach began to churn violently.

So Pu Qing is very strange, I cover my heart when I vomit for something, not my stomach.

"How are you? I'll call you a doctor. ”

"It's okay, you can't die."

My retching eyes were straight, I was afraid that Pu Qing would make things bigger, so I had to stand up on my knees, and I wiped the saliva from my mouth with my sleeve: "Look, isn't there nothing wrong with it, I have a bad stomach." ”

This has happened once before, no, it should be twice.

It's all this inexplicable angina, and every time I'm in a bad mood, it's like a great tragedy hangs over me, a lingering sadness.

It was as if someone was holding my heart tightly in their hands, kneading/pinching it wantonly.

"Why are you crying?"

Pu Qing touched my face, he shouldn't have been sure it was tears.

When he asked me this, I realized that the reason why my eyes were so moist just now was because there were tears. I quickly pulled out a smiling vanity mirror from my belt.

"Mom!" I was also scared of myself, I could have played Shakespeare's tragedy straight away.

"Maybe I just threw up too much."

I casually perfunctory Pu Qing, in fact, I know that this is not the reason.

"You look so sad, what's wrong with you?"

"I've told you that my mother has nothing to do, what do you say!"

I shook off Pu Qing and held my arm, I was very irritable now, and there was no reason to speak of.

The point is that this damn tear is still flowing, could it be that God poured chili water into my tear ducts? I was so worried that I would die in tears.

As soon as I took a step forward, my heart pounded violently again, this time almost paralyzing the nervous system in my entire body, and I fell to the ground clutching my chest.

For a second, I couldn't hear or see, but hallucinated.

I saw a black figure and a pink figure in a valley, and a long trail of blood staining the stream that flowed between the valleys.

After a second, my hearing and vision returned, and Pu Qing knelt on the ground and half-hugged me in his arms.

In an instant, I was surrounded by a sense of fear that I had never felt before, goosebumps were forming all over my body, and I tugged at the fabric of Pu Qing's chest, gasping for breath with great difficulty.

"Fleur girl, Fleur girl!"

I cried and yelled, "Don't fucking Fleur Fleur scream at me, I'm ...... I feel bad......"

My appearance must be very ugly, I turned my head away, and this time my image in front of Pu Qing was completely gone.

Pu Qing lowered her head, and her Adam's apple rolled up and down: "Girl, you, you don't like the young master, right?" ”

I turned my head, and I didn't have a corresponding understanding of his words in my head, and I probably couldn't think about higher questions with my cerebral nervous system paralysis.

Instead, I react somewhat physically instinctively.

I stretched out my hand and hit Pu Qing's side face, and it was not very loud.

I withdrew my hand, and in the palm of my hand was a flying insect that I had just shot to death.

At this time, I suddenly realized the question Pu Qing had just asked me, and I came to my senses a little bit.

Pu Qing's side face, with the palm prints I had beaten on his face, half of his face was silent in the dark, and the breeze blew, with a little dripping rain, making the lines of his side face look a little unreal.

The Xuanshu Hall of Weiyang Palace, this hour, should have been quiet.

But today, the lights are on, and there are some palace maids who come in and out.

Liu Ying slept on the bed, the room was full of his coughing sound again and again, occasionally coughing badly, he quickly turned over, and vomited the blood from his stomach into the golden basin placed next to him.

The officials and doctors had already arrived, one of them had been checking the pulse for Liu Ying, and the other few were discussing something in a circle with sad faces, pulling their beards and shaking their heads, in short, this scene looked sad.

"Let's inform the Queen Mother."

This is the conclusion they came to after the last time, Liu Ying heard this sentence and sat up instantly: "Don't go to call the queen mother!" What do you have to tell me, can't I know about my illness? ”

Several official doctors were so frightened that they quickly knelt down: "Not really, it's just ......"

It's just that everything in the Han Palace is still in charge of the Queen Mother, they didn't dare to say this, but Liu Ying saw it in their eyes.

Angry, he spit out another mouthful of bright red blood, he didn't have the strength to speak, just pointed at Zhang Yan who was standing next to the bed with trembling fingers.

Zhang Yan hurriedly squatted beside his bed, and her little hand held Liu Ying's white palm: "Uncle......"

She touched Liu Ying's forehead, it was very hot, Zhang Yan came to the Xuanshu Hall after dinner today, but she didn't expect Liu Ying's illness to recur.

She stood like this and watched Liu Ying vomit blood and vomit for two hours, helpless.

Zhang Yan took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of Liu Ying's mouth, Liu Ying looked at her in a daze, stretched out her hand with difficulty, and touched the top of Zhang Yan's head, as if to say, Shujun is good, don't be afraid.

But Liu Ying didn't have the strength to make a sound at all, so she could only express it with her trembling eyelashes and warm eyes.

Zhang Yan bit her lip tightly, and tears fell on the bed.

She swallowed, wiped the tears from her face, got up and asked the official doctor, "How is the emperor's condition?" This palace has the right to know the way, right? ”

The officials and doctors glanced at each other, but they were still embarrassed and didn't dare to speak. One of them replied for a long time: "The queen, the emperor's recent illness is usually explained directly to the queen of heaven, and the old ministers are also ......."