Yun Chu only raised his eyes and glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze.

There is also a low-grade fever, but he is conscious and can hold on.

The effect of the drug will not start immediately, but it should be relieved after a while.

Wan Ling helped the Queen Mother to the golden sedan chair.

From beginning to end, Yun Chu didn't give Rong Sui another look.

The corners of the Queen Mother's clothes were submerged in the sedan chair, and the curtain blocked the view.

Rong Sui stood in the shadows, the emotion on his face was not real.

He stood for a while before slowly getting on the sedan chair and signaling to get up.

**

Inside the golden sedan chair, Yun Chu supported his chin and leaned on a soft cushion.

The sedan chair swayed, and it became even more dizzy.

I don't know how long I walked, Yun Chu opened his eyes in a daze.

The curtain was lifted by the evening spirit, and the little girl was looking at her anxiously.

"What's wrong?"

The exit is a weak voice.

Wan Ling stretched out his hand to the inside: "Niangniang, it's here, it's time to get off the sedan chair." ”

Yun Chu raised his hand to support the corner of his forehead, and nodded his head in a very light arc.

In the blink of an eye, the white palm was on the palm of the evening spirit.

was helped out of the sedan chair, and the sky was still gloomy and unbright.

It's just that the stars on the horizon are so thin that they are barely visible.

Actually, it's past the end of the day.

At this moment, there was great silence in the Jinluan Palace.

The little emperor on the dragon chair was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, and the hanging crown almost blocked the view.

Feng Xiao's soft little face had a tense expression, her eyelids drooped, and her upper eyelids and lower eyelids fought from time to time.

Fortunately, the ministers below also lowered their heads and did not stare at him directly.

Lord Rong hasn't come yet, and neither has the Queen Mother.

He can't be the master, and the ministers won't listen to him.

Only when Rong Sui comes, can the early dynasty begin.

But today there is something strange.

Feng Xiao took advantage of the lack of attention from the ministers, supported her chin with one hand, and swung her feet. 90 Literature Network

Lord Yung was late today, and this was the first time he was late.

Feng Xiao blinked, in fact, he wished he could come later.

This man is bad and terrible.

Alas.

Feng Xiao sighed old-fashionedly, looking indescribable.

Outside.

Yun Chu lifted the hem of his skirt and got off the sedan chair with the support of Wan Ling.

Rong followed in front, his cold back facing them.

Yun Chu glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze and took a step.

But as soon as he took a few steps, his steps were vain, and his head was dizzy.

Wan Ling said with concern: "Niangniang, if you can't hold on, the slave and maid will beg Lord Rong again......"

The words were interrupted, and Yun Chu raised his eyes and shook his head.

"Not necessarily."

Wan Ling frowned, her lips pursed, and she looked at Yun Chu distressedly.

Seeing that the other party insisted, she could only spill her resentment on Rong Sui.

From the bottom of his heart, he greeted his eighteenth generation ancestors.

Rong Sui, who was already at the gate of the Jinluan Palace, silently looked at the weak Queen Mother.

He should frown.

Weakness is not a reason, the chess pieces should have their own self-knowledge.

Even if you are terminally ill, you have to sit behind that curtain.

This should be him, without emotion, without heart. Treat chess pieces with the same heart.

Under the thin night, the Queen Mother's face was slightly red, and her eyes were clear and clean.

Very weak, but with a sense of perseverance, and the alienation and indifference that he was particularly familiar with.

Rong Sui watched the other party get closer a little, and his eyelashes were drooping, but he never lifted them.

The eyes can't help but search for each other's figures.

The bright yellow corners of the clothes flashed in the field of vision, but they did not stop.

She didn't leave a word of greeting.

Not even a single glance was given.

Rong Sui's gaze was slightly trance, and the fingers under his sleeves were attached to the cuffs, rubbing them a few times uneasily, not knowing what he was hiding from.

And the ministers in the hall and the little emperor on the dragon chair, almost no one dared to look at him at this time.