The journey back to the palace was long, and Jun Jue's body was getting worse day by day.

In the carriage, she asked him, "Is there no cure?" ”

Jun Jue shook his head.

Meng Liang's two hundred and fifty ...... Go back and don't let Lao Tzu know who he is, otherwise Lao Tzu won't be able to beat him.

Mingshu was silent, she had already heard this answer from Meng Liang.

But when I got the answer from Jun Jue, I couldn't tell from the bottom of my heart whether I didn't want to accept it or was bored.

She put down the fruit in her hand, sat down beside him, scooped him up and hugged him.

"Don't worry, I'll figure it out."

"What can Your Majesty do?" Jun Jue covered his mouth and coughed twice, something hot and humid touched his palm, he was about to cover it up, his hand was caught, and the white handkerchief gently wiped his palm.

After Mingshu wiped it clean, he stuffed another clean handkerchief into his hand, "Then I can only find you a place with beautiful mountains and rivers as a cemetery." ”

Hehe.

Lao Tzu doesn't care about you in general.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Mingshu: "......"

There was a sudden silence in the carriage, Jun Jue waited for a while, and couldn't help but speak, "Your Majesty doesn't ask me, why did it happen like this?" ”

"Will you tell me?"

"Does Your Majesty want to know?"

The two made eye contact, and an invisible edge spread between the two.

Mingshu raised his hand and helped his mask, "Let's sleep for a while, it's almost time to get to the Imperial City." ”

Jun Jue pursed his lower lip and found a comfortable position to lie down, "Will Your Majesty really accept the new monarch?" ”

Mingshu smiled, "Of course, do you think your beauty will make me pour out the harem for you?" ”

Jun Jue silently took out the knife, let's kill her.

Mingshu's voice continued to sound, "When you die, I will immediately recruit new people into the palace, your position as Fengjun, you have to let others sit on it, are you afraid?" ”

So if Lao Tzu doesn't die, she won't recruit new people?

Jun Jue silently withdrew the knife again.

Mingshu just took care of him and didn't ask him anything else.

For the first time, Jun Jue felt that she was actually quite intimate sometimes.

But when he was scolded, he was very heartbroken, and he wanted to strangle her every minute.

Back in the palace, Jun Jue had almost fallen into a coma, and Mingshu asked the imperial doctor to take turns to diagnose and treat him, but this time it was not a happy pulse.

And the symptoms of the monarch plague are obvious, the previous plague is inexplicably good, and they don't know how to treat it.

The imperial doctors were a little scared, and when they saw that Mingshu was still holding Jun Jue, they persuaded Ming Shu to isolate Jun Jue first.

Mingshu drove out all the imperial doctors.

"Your Majesty......"

"Don't come near here if you're afraid." Mingshu took the copper basin held by the lotus heart and entered the hall.

Lianxin bit her lip and followed Mingshu in.

In the next few days, the ministers from all walks of life began to stage bitter dramas, Mingshu was too lazy to pay attention to them, and finally simply handed over the political affairs to Prime Minister Zhou, and he didn't even go to the court.

The imperial doctors were afraid that Mingshu would be infected, but Mingshu stayed in the Xianyu Palace all day, she looked alive and kicking, there was no problem, even the people who served in the Xianyu Palace did not appear to be infected.

Only then did the imperial doctors breathe a sigh of relief, maybe the plague on Feng Jun's body was no longer contagious...... Or maybe it's a different way of infection.

Jun Jue could barely eat anything, Mingshu scolded him at first, and then just coaxed him with a good temper and let him eat a little.

"Your Majesty, I really can't eat it." Jun Jue's voice was a little weak.

"Just one bite." Mingshu placed the spoon on Junju's lips.

"Don't eat it."

Mingshu fed it into his mouth, then leaned over and fed it to Jun Jue.

Jun wanted to vomit, but Mingshu threatened him, "You spit it out and try it." ”

Mingshu fed a small half bowl with this method, Jun Jue really couldn't swallow it, closed his mouth tightly, and didn't give Mingshu a chance at all.

She drank the porridge in three or two strokes.

Food cannot be wasted.

Jun Jue watched her drink porridge, the rest of what he ate in the past few days was solved by her, even if he knew that he would not be infectious, how could ordinary people explain it......

Isn't she scared at all?

"Your Majesty, do you like me?"

"I don't like it."

"Then why is Your Majesty so good to me?"

"Because you're stupid."

...... "You're stupid!" Your whole family is stupid!

Is it so hard to like Lao Tzu? I don't like Lao Tzu, what are you doing so well to Lao Tzu!!

I don't want to talk to snake spirits.

Mingshu waited for the king to fall asleep, she got up and walked out of the temple gate, and the little beast was touched out of her sleeve.

The little beast opened his eyes in a daze, shoveling, did he start eating?

Mingshu carried it to the next room and placed it on the table, several plates full of food piled up in front of it.

The little beast's eyes lit up at first, and he just wanted to open his mouth to bite, but then he paused suddenly, stepped back vigilantly, and hid behind a book.

What do you want to do, shovel?

Nothing to do......

"Give me some blood." Mingshu smiled softly.

The little beast curled up in a ball, roaring and roaring.

I know you're not at ease, you want to let go of your own, I won't let go, you get out!!

"If my blood is useful, what will I let you do, be good, just put a drop, and I will prepare a full banquet for you."

No!

The little beast refused very simply, and it didn't let go of a hundred tables full of people.

Mingshu coaxed for a while, but the little beast was very resistant, and finally Mingshu had to give up, and she didn't take back the snacks, and went out of the room alone.

The little beast saw that Mingshu had really given up, so he jumped into the plate to eat, and when his stomach was round, he patted his little belly and looked in the direction of the temple gate.

The little beast took the uneaten food on the table into the space, jumped off the table, and rolled around to find Mingshu.

Shovel, do you care about him that much?

The little beast jumped onto the table next to Mingshu and sat down on the table to look at her.

I care so much about letting its blood go that I forget even common sense! You've changed when you shovel! You're not the shovel guy who only likes me anymore, you have other dogs!

Mingshu reached out and touched it, his voice a little erratic, "I was impulsive just now." ”

The little beast licked her fingers.

It's not that I'm stingy, he's just a mortal, he doesn't have a little aura in his body, I really gave it, and he died faster.

"Hmm."

The little beast glanced at Mingshu, and snorted in his heart, he actually wanted to release its blood to a mortal, and he was afraid that he was stupid recently.

Even if it works, it won't give it!

What a noble beast it was, how could it have such a blood blending relationship with a mortal.

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Jun Jue's situation is getting worse and worse, and all the methods that can be tried have been tried, and the doctors are about to vomit when they turn through those medical books.

Jun Jue understands that what the system gives is definitely not something that ordinary people can solve, so he seems very calm, he only has one request-

Before you die, please like Lao Tzu.

Mingshu came in with a brand new set of clothes.

"It's all like this, what's the difference between changing clothes and not changing clothes." Anyway, you don't like Lao Tzu.

Mingshu didn't say a word, and took off his clothes and put on new ones.

She bent down to pick the person up, maybe it was the toss of these days, and Jun Jue's body was almost negligible.

Jun Jue doesn't seem to want to get close to Mingju.

"Hold me, fall down and waste so many good things, what do you pay?"

"Take your life." Anyway, he only has this life left now.

Mingshu lowered his eyes to him.

Jun Jue was so cowardly that he reached out and hooked her neck, and asked in a low voice, "Do I have a smell on my body?" ”

Mingshu was slightly disgusted, "It stinks." ”

Jun Jue's face darkened, "Then Your Majesty should let me go." ”

"Don't move."