Chang'an City in early winter brought some chill, not long after the capture of Xichuan, the Dongling army attacked Beidi again, this time Feng Jingchen did not go, and Du Cheng was fully responsible.

Because the emperor fell ill, he always coughed, he couldn't breathe for a while and fainted, and his physical condition deteriorated rapidly, and he couldn't get up from the bed in just two or three months.

Feng Jingchen was very busy in the court, and she went out early and returned late, but she didn't have trouble with Lu Haitang, so she made a lot of money with her free dart.

Because the money in the world behind the grain is not universal, Lu Haitang exchanged all the money for gold, and all of it was stored in Bao's schoolbag.

Hearing that the emperor was ill, Lu Haitang specially packed some stinky tofu and spicy dried tofu from the street to visit Feng Jiayu.

Before he even stepped through the door, a heart-rending cough was heard.

"Ahem, ahem!! Don't want to drink...... Ahem!! ”

The immature voice has become a little hoarse because of the prolonged cough, and it sounds extremely uncomfortable.

Lu Haitang carried stinky tofu and swaggered into the order under the gaze of the frowning guards on both sides, and saw that Feng Jingchen, Imperial Doctor Zhao and Prime Minister Du Cheng were there, and subconsciously put the stinky tofu behind him.

Feng Jiayu naturally smelled the smell of stinky tofu, supported his body in surprise and looked out, and saw that it was Lu Haitang coming, and hurriedly wanted to get up.

"Boss, you're finally ...... Ahem, ahem!! Come and see me, ahem, ahem! ”

Before he could say a word, Feng Jiayu had already coughed up tears, and even felt a little sick to his stomach.

"Ahem, ahem!! Vomit!! ”——

Imperial Physician Zhao hurriedly administered an injection to Feng Jiayu to smooth his qi, and Prime Minister Du Cheng was so anxious that he seemed to be sick of his own child, urging Imperial Physician Zhao.

"Imperial Doctor Zhao, this method doesn't work! Why is His Majesty's health getting worse and worse. ”

Imperial Doctor Zhao didn't like to be disturbed when he administered the needle, and said dissatisfiedly: "Prime Minister Du, no one can know this diagnosis and treatment method better than Chen." ”

Feng Jingchen, who was holding the medicine on the side, glanced at the stinky tofu in Lu Haitang's hand, frowned slightly, stood up and placed the medicine bowl that had cooled down on the table.

"What are you going to do?"

Lu Haitang waited for Imperial Doctor Zhao to give Feng Jiayu an injection, looking at his helpless and painful appearance, he was a little sympathetic, and when he heard Feng Jingchen ask, he subconsciously replied:

"Come and see him."

I ate stinky tofu together, and called her the boss, so I want to come over to see what's wrong.

Prime Minister Du Cheng had been stimulated by Imperial Physician Zhao's overt and covert sarcasm, and deliberately stopped in front of Lu Haitang before leaving. His eyes swept between her and Feng Jingchen, as if he saw that they had an improper relationship, and he shook his head and left the Qiande Palace.

Feng Jiayu temporarily stopped coughing, and Feng Jingchen asked Imperial Doctor Zhao to retreat, his eyebrows tightened, as if he was worried about this matter:

"Go down, Your Majesty will send someone to you if there is a situation."

"Okay, Lord Regent, the minister will go down first to get medicine for Your Majesty."

Imperial Physician Zhao looked at the emperor's uncomfortable appearance, and then looked at Feng Jingchen's irresistible expression, sighed, and left the Qiande Palace.

Seeing that Imperial Physician Zhao and Prime Minister Du Cheng were gone, Lu Haitang didn't have to worry about any etiquette, took a few steps to Feng Jiayu's dragon bed with a snack, and stretched out his hand to probe his forehead.

"So cold? Why are you still wearing so little? ”

The chill within reach made her subconsciously look in the direction of Feng Jingchen, this person who wants to be an emperor is not one or two, and it is really possible to do this.

Feng Jiayu was all on Lu Haitang's bag, stretched out his thin hand and took the bag, and said indifferently:

"Wear too much heat. I'm happy when I have something to eat, and I haven't eaten anything that tastes good during this time, and I'm afraid I'm going to die of hunger before I get sick or die. ”

Feng Jingchen disliked Lu Haitang the most suspicious of him, stretched out his fair and slender hand and snatched the bag over, and reprimanded him with a little dissatisfaction:

"The child doesn't understand, and you don't understand? At this time, you shouldn't eat these junk snacks, in case something happens, you can bear the consequences? ”

"I know, I just want him to taste it, and I won't let him eat too much."

Lu Haitang naturally knew that the patient should not eat these, and looking at Feng Jiayu's fragile physique, he didn't dare to treat it with blood at all, just thinking that it would make him happier.

Feng Jiayu also looked at Feng Jingchen, the imperial uncle, pitifully, and wanted to take the bag back, but he didn't dare, and said slowly in a slightly hoarse voice:

"Uncle Huang, I can't be saved after being healed by Emperor Zhao, and no one in the palace really wants to survive, in this case, I want to eat something delicious before I die."

finished, took out an unstamped holy decree from the dark compartment under the pillow and handed it to Feng Jingchen, sat back on the bed very obediently, and said seriously:

"Uncle Huang, this is the Holy Decree of Succession, Jiayu has no ability to manage the country, Dongling is now so powerful because of Uncle Huang, this position should have been Uncle Huang's. Ahem......"

Lu Haitang was shocked by Feng Jiayu's observation ability, he knew so much at such an age.

It seems that from the moment they met, they felt that Feng Jiayu was not like a child of the royal family, and he did not have the arrogance of being above others at all, but he had more inferiority complex and uneasiness, and he was so well-behaved that it made people feel distressed.

Feng Jingchen pursed his lips and was silent, he didn't take the holy decree, his dazzling black eyes were rolling with extremely complicated emotions, and finally returned the bag to Feng Jiayu, and admonished:

"You can only eat one piece."

He couldn't stand the smell anymore, and left the Qiande Hall after returning the bag to Feng Jiayu.

As soon as Feng Jingchen left, Feng Jiayu's whole person relaxed, threw the holy decree aside, and took out stinky tofu and ate it with relish.

"Boss, do you want to eat some? So much, I can't finish it. ”

Although Uncle Huang can only eat one piece, but now that everyone is gone, he won't find out that he eats more!

"I don't eat it, and you can't eat too much."

"Don't...... Boss, eat one more piece, just one piece! ”

Feng Jiayu begged, finally having an appetite to eat, or his favorite stinky tofu, he couldn't help it at all.

"No, finish this bowl of porridge."

After Lu Haitang let Feng Jiayu eat three pieces, he took the bag to the table, did not let him eat it with an open stomach, and handed it to Feng Jiayu after serving the porridge prepared by the palace maid.

The porridge is no longer hot, and the temperature is just right.

Feng Jiayu could only stare at the stinky tofu on the table, but after he had an appetite, he drank all the bowls of porridge that he couldn't eat on weekdays.

"Boss, I'm done drinking, it's not bad!"

Lu Haitang looked at Feng Jiayu who wanted to be praised, and couldn't bear to let him die in such pain, seeing that the palace goddesses around him were extremely indifferent, he knew how they treated him on weekdays.

Putting the empty bowl on the table, he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly:

"Well, Jiayu is very powerful."

Lu Haitang is not a person of any identity, and he can come to the palace all because of Feng Jingchen's jade pendant, and he can't help Feng Jiayu without power.

If she could, she wanted to cure Feng Jiayu and not let those taskers take advantage of it.

Feng Jiayu was sleepy after drinking a bowl of porridge, coughing all night and not sleeping well, at this time he ate his favorite thing and fell asleep with a hint of smile.

"Thank you, Boss......"

He was very happy to be able to eat stinky tofu before leaving.

He doesn't like this world, and he wants to go to a place where there is a queen mother.

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