Meng Xilan turned around and avoided Zhou Youchen's deep and sharp eyes. In front of him, she had never been so empty-hearted.

Why? Xu is because she carries a huge secret in her body. I only feel that my secret will soon be discovered.

This seemed to be a light turn, but it made Zhou Youchensuke's face change slightly.

"You're hiding!" Zhou Youchen's eyes flashed with a faint light: "It's difficult, you have to hide from me for the rest of your life!" ”

He clearly cares about her, can't she see it? She can't see it, just because she still hates me in her heart......

"The concubine didn't hide from the emperor, the concubine just didn't want the emperor to be unhappy." Meng Xilan took a deep breath, calmed down her emotions, and told herself not to show her feet at this time.

"The emperor doesn't want to see the concubines now, and the concubines know in their hearts."

Meng Xilan tilted her head slightly, pursed her red lips, paused for a moment, and then said: "The emperor's concern for the concubine, the concubine is grateful. ”

Zhou Youchen looked at her coldly: "Do you really know how to be grateful?" Do you still care what I want about you? ”

Hearing this, Meng Xilan turned around and clasped her hands in front of her, slightly covering her lower abdomen.

"Of course the concubine cares." With her unhurried words, the expressions of both of them changed.

They are still husband and wife, and although she has a grudge against him, she also has affection. When disappointment comes to an end, it is despair, and if despair comes to an end, it is hopeless. Zhou Youchen couldn't tolerate the child in her womb, Meng Xilan only needed to let him abdicate and make way for Xian, but she didn't want him to die, she wanted him to live.

Zhou Youchen looked at her fair face close at hand, and his mind sank for a while.

Her people are so close to him, but her heart is so far away from him. He couldn't even see through her, let alone guess what she was thinking.

"With Jiao Changqing here, I shouldn't worry about you, Queen."

The "queen" of this voice makes people's hearts chill when they say it, and it makes people's hearts even colder when they hear it.

He had stopped calling her by name for a long time, as if it were a taboo between the two.

At this point, Meng Xilan curtsied: "The hour is not early, the concubine sends the emperor." ”

When he came, she didn't like it, and when he left, she was at ease.

A cold light suddenly flashed in Zhou Youchen's eyes, and a cloudy and uncertain look flashed on his face, and then he threw up his sleeves and left.

Gao Fuli stood outside the curtain, hanging a heart, secretly calculating the time. He was most worried that the emperor would suddenly stay in Cining Palace, and something big would happen. Fortunately, it was only a cup of tea, and the emperor walked out with a calm face.

Gao Fuli carried the lantern, greeted him, and asked knowingly: "Your Majesty, don't you stay with your mother tonight?" ”

Zhou Youchen glared at him fiercely when he heard this, and snorted lightly.

Gao Fuli hurriedly lowered his head to keep up, and knew in his heart that he and his mother were unhappy this time.

It was rare for the emperor to come to the harem to walk around, and he didn't stay in Cining Palace, nor did he go to others.

After returning to the Heart Cultivation Palace, Gao Fuli brought a cup of ginseng soup again, "Your Majesty, please drink it while it's hot." ”

This is the fifth cup, Master Jiao has commanded, this is the most critical.

He watched the emperor drink the tea, and his heart gradually sank.

No matter how shallow the poison is, it is also poison. Jiao Changqing uses medicine like a god, and he uses poison just as powerfully.

Serving the emperor's diet and daily life with high welfare, I can already feel that the emperor is extremely tired in the past two days. In normal times, he would not rest until nearly two watches every night, but today he rested early.

After a night, Zhou Youchen had a splitting headache and suddenly fell ill.

The emperor suddenly fell ill, and the whole hospital was busy.

Jiao Changqing used to consult the emperor and diagnose his pulse, but he deliberately remained silent for a long time.

Zhou Youchen was so tormented by the headache that he glared at him and said, "What's wrong with me?" ”

Jiao Changqing deliberately sighed: "Your Majesty, you are in a hurry, disturbing the internal organs, and as a result, you have forced the cold poison in your body. Your Majesty, you also know that the cold poison you had when you were a teenager was the most dangerous for you. ”

Back then, Jiao Changqing saved half of Zhou Youchen's life with his own ability, but the cold poison in Zhou Youchen's body was not completely removed, and he could only rely on his recovery to slowly suppress it.

This time, several of the medicinal materials used by Jiao Changqing were very cold, which was very dangerous for Zhou Youchen.

Zhou Youchen frowned in disbelief, pulled him by the collar, and scolded angrily: "You said that my old poison has recurred? ”

Jiao Changqing replied loudly: "Yes, Your Majesty." For more than a year, the emperor has been fighting in the north and south, his body is empty, his vitality is insufficient, and now he has become a sick person inside and outside because of an evil fire. ”

"Impossible, I can't just get sick so easily!"

Jiao Changqing knew that he had doubts in his heart, so he immediately knelt on his knees and said with a deep salute: "Your Majesty, Weichen is telling the truth. Please don't neglect your body again......"

Zhou Youchen shook his head: "I can't get sick. Jiao Changqing, you want to cure me, you know? You have to heal me! ”

Jiao Changqing nodded again and again: "Weichen must do his best, and please don't be too excited, too worried, so that he doesn't ...... his body."

As soon as his words fell, Gao Fuli suddenly stepped forward: "Your Majesty, the queen mother is here." ”

Zhou Youchen calmed down a little when he heard this, sat up straight, and glanced at Jiao Changqing again: "Don't talk too much to the queen." ”

The meaning of this is that let him not tell Meng Xilan about his illness for the time being.

Meng Xilan held Baozhu's hand and walked in slowly.

When she heard that the emperor was ill and didn't even go to the early court, she knew that everything was going well.

is different from yesterday, today's she has plain makeup, no more glamorous than yesterday, her face is pale, and she looks more like a patient than Zhou Youchen.

"Niangniang......" Jiao Changqing got up and saluted, giving up his position in front of the bed.

Meng Xilan's eyes flashed slightly, and she walked quickly to Zhou Youchen's side, looked at him and said, "What's wrong with the emperor?" ”

The panic on her face was pretended, but her haggard appearance still deeply pierced Zhou Youchen's heart.

For whom is she haggard? For him?

Zhou Youchen stared at her for a moment, and finally sighed: "I'm fine." ”

Meng Xilan's eyes were red, and the sourness in her heart surged up, not knowing if it was for him or for herself.

Sickness comes like a mountain. However, in just three days, Zhou Youchen's condition deteriorated, and he couldn't even get out of bed.

Changsheng, as the crown prince, acted as the government of the court, went to the morning court for his father every day, met with the ministers, and dealt with the twists and turns.

There are too many things to do, and there are too many to count. But even so, Changsheng still went to his father's sickbed every day to greet his father and explain his daily affairs.

Zhou Youchen didn't have anything to worry about him, right now, he was most worried about himself.

He had never been so bedridden, and every day he lay in bed weak, unable to even hold a glass of water, as if he were a waste.

Changsheng always came at noon, while Meng Xilan always came at dusk.

Zhou Youchen closed his eyes and recuperated, and suddenly smelled a burst of medicinal fragrance on the tip of his nose.

When he opened his eyes, Meng Xilan sat at the table, slowly and methodically blowing cold decoction for him, slowly and carefully.

Zhou Youchen pursed his lips tightly, and his expression was slightly moved.

He always felt familiar with this scene, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Meng Xilan couldn't smell the smell of medicine, so before coming over, she asked Jiao Changqing to apply acupuncture to her and acupuncture acupuncture points. In this way, she has no sense of smell, so she will not regurgitate and vomit in front of Zhou Youchen.

Meng Xilan came over with a medicine bowl, saw Zhou Youchen staring at herself, was distracted for a moment, then relieved herself, and then lowered her head again.

The hair hanging down from his forehead hid the look between his eyebrows, making his whole face look gloomy.

Meng Xilan gently put down the medicine bowl and hesitated for a moment before reaching out and gently brushing Zhou Youchen's black hair in front of him.

The sudden move made Zhou Youchen slightly stunned.

He looked up again, and there was a hint of defensiveness in his expression.

Seeing this, Meng Xilan's eyebrows and eyes lowered, and she was about to retract her hand, but he grabbed her hand. He looked at her and said in a tired tone, "I remember the past. ”

Meng Xilan's heart moved when she heard this, raised her other hand, stroked his tired eyebrows, and said, "It's good that the emperor still remembers." ”

Zhou Youchen held her hand very tightly: "How could I forget? He paused slightly, and then added: "This illness, perhaps at the right time, reminds me of many things in the past, and your ...... things."

Meng Xilan's eyes turned slightly when she heard this, thoughtful, and then smiled, her smile was light, like the shallow brilliance cast by the clear moon on the window lattice.

Zhou Youchen saw her smiling, gradually closed his eyes, and fell asleep with the help of medicine.

Meng Xilan sat on the edge of the bed and stayed with him, the smile on the corner of her mouth did not decrease in the slightest, but only slightly bitter.

Because of the emperor's illness, the crown prince supervised the state council, which made the situation between the DPRK and China, which had just stabilized, become turbulent again.

Nearly two years of conquest have greatly damaged the vitality of the DPRK and China, and at this time, what is most needed is stability, giving the court a chance to breathe and calm down, and also giving the people time to recuperate. Reducing taxes is the first step, and dividing land is the second step, so that the people's hearts can be stabilized.

Of course, when stabilizing the hearts of the people, it is necessary to win over the ministers, and the prince's choice of concubine is the best opportunity.

Meng Xilan can now single-handedly handle the marriage of the crown prince, but she is still very cautious, and after several considerations, she discussed with her father and brother before deciding on a few candidates.

Six names, six portraits, Changsheng opened them one by one in front of the queen mother, looked at them for a long time, still silent, just fell into a deep silence.

Seeing this, Meng Xilan asked softly, "What?" None of them are your favorite? ”

Changsheng didn't shake his head, nor did he nod, he just said lightly: "It doesn't matter if Erchen likes it or not. The person chosen by the queen mother is naturally not wrong. Just ......"

His tone hesitated slightly, as if he wanted to say something: "Queen Mother, can you wait a little longer for the marriage of your son?" Wait until my father recovers! ”

Meng Xilan couldn't see any fluctuations on her face when she heard this, but she sighed heavily in her heart: Now is the best time! Your father's illness will not be cured, and it will never be healed again.