Chu Chen was chilled, like falling into an ice cellar.

He looked at Zixi in disbelief, unwilling to accept the sudden bad news: "Zixi, you won't die...... Zixi, you won't ...... Wouldn't you die, would you? Are you kidding us? Just kidding, isn't it? Zixi ......"

Zixi smiled pale and weakly, her eyes gloomy: "I don't want to, Chu Chen, I'm sorry......"

He doesn't want to listen to sorry.

Chu Chen hugged her painfully: "Zixi, I don't want to hear sorry, don't be so cruel to me......"

"The Imperial Doctor is here!"

A rush of footsteps sounded, and then Qiu Yan opened the bead curtain, and Imperial Physician Gu and several other imperial physicians hurriedly entered the inner hall, not caring about the difference between dignity and inferiority, nor the defense of men and women.

Chu Chen gritted his teeth and moved out of the way, staring closely at the movements of the imperial doctor, with some panic and fear in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Imperial Physician Gu is the imperial physician who has often taken Zixi's pulse recently, and after the first pulse diagnosis, his face was solemn and confused: "Your Majesty's pulse looks normal. ”

Is the pulse normal?

It's normal, how can you vomit blood?

How can you cough so badly?

It's normal, how could Zixi ...... How can it be like giving a last word?

The second imperial physician stepped forward, checked the pulse, and frowned deeply.

The third physician, the fourth physician.

Almost all the qualified doctors from the Tai Hospital came, but everyone had a solemn but confused expression on their faces.

Obviously, His Majesty's pulse is normal, how can it be......

"Let's all get out." Zixi leaned on the head of the bed, her voice tired and hoarse, "I know my condition. ”

She was not terminally ill, but her death was imminent.

The body is not sick, but the qi is exhausted.

The temple was depressed, like a harbinger of a storm to come—wasn't it a storm?

The country of Lingguo is about to be complete and stable, but His Majesty has a situation at this juncture, in case it ...... What if something really happens......

The imperial doctors couldn't imagine what kind of civil strife the Ling Kingdom had fallen into.

"Chu Chen." Zixi turned his head, looked at the pale-looking man, and stretched out his hand to him, "I'm sorry, I can't help it...... I can't grow old with you, and I can't watch my children grow up with you—"

"Zixi!" Chu Chen's face was pale, his voice was terrible, and he kept shaking his head, "I don't want to hear it, I don't ...... I don't want to hear it, don't be so cruel to me, I don't believe ......"

He didn't believe it, she was only sixteen years old, and it was the time when she was in her prime, and it was the time to show her skills to govern the country, why...... Why......

Zixi's expression was gloomy, how should she explain to them that it was a gift from God to live for two more years?

"Zixi." A gust of wind blew in, and the man in red flashed into the inner hall, looking at the gloomy clouds and mist in front of him, his face was silent, and then he raised his eyes to look at Zixi, "The master asked me to come over and tell you, leave tonight." ”

As the words fell, the hall suddenly fell silent.

Chu Chen turned his head and looked at Qin Sheng with a stiff gaze: "What...... What do you mean? ”

Leaving tonight?

Where to go?

Qin Sheng coughed lightly, looked at Chu Chen, and then turned his head to look behind him consciously, the man who was kneeling on the ground like a statue and couldn't move, instantly understood something in his heart.

"I'm just conveying the master's orders, and the rest is not clear." After Qin Shang finished saying this, he hesitated for a moment, and decided that it was better to leave them some hope, "When you reach the top of the Nine Pavilions, the master may have a way." ”