The following days were almost hellish for Fu Yao.

Tang Jiuqian had been in a coma since she woke up for a while, her breathing was weak, and she seemed to be about to leave at any time, and the imperial doctors of the Tai Hospital had already been killed by Fu Yao, but there was still no way.

In the end, it was Zhang Yuanju and Imperial Doctor Yun who stopped Fu Yao, "Your Majesty, although the ministers can't cure Niangniang, they can hang Niangniang's life, please ask the emperor, look for famous doctors in the world!" ”

Fu Yao's face was gloomy and uncertain, the sword in his hand was dripping with blood, and he said coldly, "Remember your words today." ”

"Yes, my lords, I will do my best!" Yuan Judge Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Imperial Doctor Yun, and hurried back to Imperial Hospital.

That's all they can do.

Fu Yao stayed by Tang Jiuqian's bedside day and night, barely eating or drinking, the former handsome king was haggard at the moment, his body was sloppy and painful, only those black eyes were like lightning and thunder.

More than a month later, the deputy general returned to Beijing with a large army, and finally brought good news to Fu Yao.

"You think you can cure it?" Fu Yao stood up suddenly, his figure staggered for a moment, and Kaiqi hurriedly supported the person.

The military doctor nodded affirmatively, "Rong Chen will take the pulse again." ”

Fu Yao gave up his seat and stared at the military doctor, and after a quarter of an hour passed, the military doctor withdrew his hand, got up and said, "The minister can cure the mother, but." ”

"But what?!" Fu Yao's heart tightened, and he was so spasmodic that he couldn't support it.

"The minister can only guarantee that Niangniang will accompany the emperor for another five years, and the little prince will be born smoothly, and the eye disease can be cured, but Niangniang can only prolong her life for five years at most." The military doctor was not afraid of Fu Yao's eyes.

Fu Yao turned his head to look at Tang Jiuqian, who was trapped in the futon and lifeless, tensed his jaw, and forced out a few words from between his teeth, "Treatment, even if it is only five days, you must cure her, if the prince has any influence, you just need to do your best to protect Niangniang, understand." ”

The military doctor's heart shook slightly, and he bowed his hand deeply, "Minister, the command." ”

......

When Tang Jiuqian woke up again, it was the afternoon of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the moment he saw the warm bed tent, he thought that he had gone to the next world.

Can she see it?

"Qian'er?! Qian'er! A figure rushed to the ground in front of him, Tang Jiuqian fixed his eyes, slowly smiled, and looked at the man in front of him.

Fu Yao looked at her deeply, and between his eyes, he was fortunate and deeply loved to meet each other after experiencing life and death, as if he wanted to look into the depths of the other party's soul and leave an indelible mark.

Tang Jiuqian took the lead in lowering her eyes, her face was warm, she raised her hand and patted her bulging belly, and said to Fu Yao a little proudly, "Look, the child I am carrying." ”

This is a child who will not die, and it is all her credit.

In response to her, Fu Yao's strong kiss was expressed, with endless thoughts and fears, expressed deeply.

On the brocade quilt, the mandarin ducks cross their necks, and the flowers bloom and stalk, just like the warmth between the emperor and the queen.

The news of the queen's awakening immediately spread all over the capital, and the people of the city cheered enthusiastically, from the nobles of the family to the hawkers and merchants, they were extremely happy to have a good year.

Without him, it was really an angry emperor, and they couldn't afford it.

No one dared to tell the queen how much blood and rain there was in the capital during this time, and everyone prayed faithfully for the queen's body with a New Year's wish, and it was getting better and better every year.

On the evening of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Tang Jiuqian leaned into Fu Yao's arms and spoke slowly.

Fu Yao said, she listened.

"Okay, I'm sleepy." Tang Jiuqian yawned shallowly.

Fu Yaoden was nervous, holding Tang Jiuqian's hand, and trembling unconsciously, "Promise me, I must have breakfast tomorrow, okay." ”

Tang Jiuqian smiled, "Okay, I promise you." ”

In the middle of the night, the snow fell, quiet and silent, and the emperor and queen hugged each other and slept.

At the beginning of the new year, Fu Yao woke up from his dream and opened his eyes.

A pair of beautiful eyes smiled with affection, "The emperor got up for breakfast." ”

Fu Yao hooked his lips, "Okay." ”