He saw blood from the corner of the emperor's lips and hurried out, so he hurriedly came up to meet him, picked up a cloak and put it on him.

Tsing Yi came over with tea, Liu Dequan took it, covered Tsing Yi's sight with his body, and handed it to the emperor to rinse his mouth.

Zhao Yuanjing rinsed his mouth, put on his clothes, and left Fengyi Palace with Liu Dequan.

When he returned to the Chengqian Palace, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to touch his chest, and frowned.

I haven't coughed up blood in a few days, so why did I start it again.

"Liu Dequan, send someone to the Hou Mansion to invite the Qingshan monks to come."

"The minions have already sent someone." Liu Dequan came over with water to serve him to freshen up, and said softly, "Your Majesty, don't hide it from your mother." ”

Zhao Yuanjing glanced at him and said lightly: "Do you think that I told her, in addition to making her worry and trouble, is there any use?" ”

"But if you hide it like this, your mother will know about it in the future......"

"I don't want to make her uncomfortable."

"Ugh." Liu Dequan raised his sleeves and wiped his tears, "The master's love for his mother really makes the slave sad and distressed." ”

Zhao Yuanjing saw him crying and wiping away his tears, and said with a smile: "Liu Dequan, since you are so reluctant to me, when I go, you can come with me." ”

Liu Dequan was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly knelt down: "The slave obeys the order." The slave is the slave of the master, where the master goes, the slave goes, even if he goes there, the slave must continue to serve the master. ”

"Get up, it's too boring for anyone to want an old minion like you to accompany you."

Zhao Yuanjing raised his even, white and slender fingers, picked up a clean white silk handkerchief, covered his lips and coughed a few times, and said, "Prepare to go to the court, don't let the ministers wait." The others are down, those pavilion elders are all seventy or eighty, standing trembling, if you wait for a long time, I am afraid that you will faint in front of me. ”

"The minion is ready." Liu Dequan replied with a smile.

Not long after, Ming Min came, and after checking the emperor's pulse, he said, "Coughing up blood again?" ”

"I haven't coughed up blood for three months, is it because my condition is getting worse again?" Zhao Yuanjing asked.

Mingmin glanced at the emperor.

Although he is sick, the emperor in front of him is still a cold and handsome beautiful man.

From the time she began to treat the emperor, no matter how serious her condition was, the emperor never showed the slightest anxiety and fear of an ordinary patient.

He seems to have always been so calm, elegant, and calm.

When he talked about the aggravation of coughing up blood, he was also calm as if he was talking about others.

When Ming Min came here, he always looked down on everyone, thinking that they were all backward barbarians.

But at this moment, she had a little admiration for Zhao Yuanjing, and said: "Although I don't like the queen, but think about it, you are the only one who can be worthy of her." ”

Zhao Yuanjing glanced at her and said, "Master Cheng Qingshan takes a look." However, I don't understand why a mother, as a mother, doesn't like her daughter. ”

He loves Yun Dai, and naturally hopes that Yun Dai can be loved by his biological mother.

The mother and daughter are like strangers, and outsiders want to sigh when they look at them.

When Mingmin heard him mention this, he was silent.

How can outsiders understand what happened during this period?

In short, he couldn't accept being his mother.

He didn't even recognize them when he died, and listened to them call him his mother.

Vomit.

Ming Min felt a little sick to his stomach when he thought of that scene, stood up and said, "The emperor doesn't have to feel strange, your condition will always worsen. And all I can do is suppress it for you. ”