"Ahem, ahem." After Ji Mozi left, King Ji of Zhou Wu had a series of coughs. The cough caused him to hunch over and hunch over for a long time, and he was panting heavily.

"King, the concubine will help you rest." Yi Jiang was witty, she took the cloth after King Wu of Zhou covered his mouth and coughed and wheezing, quickly pinched it in her hand, held King Wu of Zhou, and said softly.

"I can't sleep, where can this king sleep?" King Wu of Zhou leaned almost his entire body against the queen, and he said faintly.

Yi Jiang helped King Wu of Zhou onto the soft couch, and there was a table in front of the couch, which was full of thick stacks of concerts.

"You lie down for a while." Yi Jiang used a thick cushion on King Wu of Zhou's back and pulled out to summon her personal aunt Shan Yu.

Yi Jiang walked out of the dormitory, quickly unfolded the cloth in the palm of his hand, took it out and looked at it, and then threw it into the stove for heating and burning incense at night.

"Shan Yu, go and prepare a decoction for the king to clear the lungs and relieve cough, he has a little wind chill and a little cough." Yi Jiang remained silent and ordered to go down. After speaking, he returned to the inner hall and lit up the fire of the oil lamp, and King Wu of Zhou had already picked up a scroll of music and looked at it with fascination.

Yi Jiang picked up the wick one by one, but the color on the cloth after King Wu of Zhou coughed flashed in her mind again and again.

The color of the blood is thicker and thicker every time, and the state of phlegm is worse and worse every time. Until now, it was impossible to tell her sad mood from the surface. The queen's heart is a thousand times more painful than frying and burning. She has to hold on and hide it, and King Wu of Zhou's illness can only be known to her and the imperial physician Jizi. In the new dynasty of the Great Zhou, King Wu of Zhou has only taken over the throne for more than a year after all, the crown prince is still young, and the country of the Great Zhou has just begun!

"Queen, Queen!" King Wu of Zhou stared at the bamboo slips, and called the queen a few times in his mouth.

Yi Jiang was standing in front of a lamp and looked sad, the pain in her heart made her wander out of the world, and suddenly heard King Wu of Zhou call herself, turned around and walked to King Wu of Zhou, and joked: "King, the concubine is old, and her ears are a little deaf." ”

Yi Jiang didn't step forward after speaking, just stared at the bamboo slip in King Wu Zhou's hand, and smiled lightly.

This smile, since the Xibohou Mansion, the smart Yi Jiang has been familiar with it, especially in front of his husband, this smile is sometimes encouragement, this encouragement is worth thousands of troops; Sometimes it is tolerant, and his broad mind allows his husband to swim without any restraints, and he is willing to dock in his harbor whenever he wants; Sometimes, this smile is a sign of trust, a sign of heart-to-heart, and a vow of "not asking, not doubting, not contradictory".

For many years, Yi Jiang has used this faint, shallow, and warm smile to firmly tie the eloquent King Wu of Zhou in front of him in his heart.

"Come on, come and sit down." King Wu Zhou's eyes were full of family love, and he beckoned and called Yi Jiang to come and sit beside him.

"You know about the prince, right?" King Wu of Zhou saw Yi Jiang sitting down beside him, and Leng might as well ask this.

After King Wu of Zhou finished asking, he stared into Yi Jiang's eyes and refused to let go. This question came suddenly in the dead of night, and in the silent night, when the two of them were on their knees.

A king is a king, and his wit and scheming are far from being comparable to others.