Mrs. Zheng sent someone to rescue Su Qian from Sun Yurou's palace, and Bing carried the weak Su Qian back to Fengyue Residence. On the first day Su Qian returned to Fengyueju, he had a high fever, and typhoid fever came very violently.

In the evening, Ying Zheng went to Fengyueju for the first time, and he didn't know why he always had a sense of panic that something important was about to be lost, which made him speed up his pace.

"Doctor Liu, what is going on with my wife, what do you say!" Bing was anxious beside the bed, "Madam, this illness cannot be cured." Doctor Liu said this to Bing and was about to leave.

"The king has arrived!" Zhao Gao's slender male duck voice sounded in Fengyueju, "Long live the king, long live the king, long live, long live." "Slaves and maids see the king, long live the king, long live the king." Seeing that there was a doctor, Ying Zheng seemed to be back to the serious illness when Su Qian returned to the palace.

"What's going on?" Seeing the weeping ice, Ying Zheng felt that something was wrong, "Back to the king, my wife has a cold, typhoid fever, and people are hot." Ying Zheng looked at Doctor Liu again, Doctor Liu's heart sank, and he hurriedly said: "Back to the king, Mrs. Pity's illness is menacing, and the minister is really powerless!" ”

Hearing this, Ying Zheng's heart tightened, and he walked quickly through the two of them and walked towards the room.

Seeing Su Qian, who fell into a coma on the bed, his heart was numb, "What about the doctor?" Doctor Xuan for the widow, if there is anything bad about the eight sons, don't want your heads! Ying Zheng looked at the bed, his lips were pale, but his whole face was flushed, and his eyes were full of distress. Even if she knew that she was not the person in her memory, this resemblance was enough to make Ying Zheng worry about her.

Doctor Liu ran in from outside in a panic, "Back to the king, Mrs. Zheng is happy, now is the critical period to protect the fetus, almost all the doctors have gone to Mrs. Zheng's palace." ”

Hearing this, Ying Zheng frowned, a little embarrassed between his eyebrows, "You go to Mrs. Zheng's palace, and call another doctor over, and you go to replace him." Just go! "Yes! Be! The minister will go. Doctor Liu got up with his hands and feet and ran quickly towards Huanxi Palace.

"It's hot!" Su Qian muttered, sweating like rain, wetting the bedding and clothes under his body.

Looking at this familiar scene in front of him, Ying Zheng's heart was tightened, for him, looking at Su Qian's pain, but he couldn't do anything, every minute and every second was torment for him. "What about the doctor? Why haven't you come yet? Yingzheng's roar came from the room again.

There was peace and joy in the hall of joy, "Madam, the fetus is fine, as long as you take the fetal medicine on time." Zheng Caixi lay down on the rocking chair leisurely, eating the longan peeled by the maidservant, and listening to the doctors' answers.

A smile rose at the corner of her mouth, as long as she delayed for a few more days, the one in Fengyueju would be killed! At that time, even if the king is held responsible, it will be Sun Yurou's fault, but he saved her life, maybe the king will have more pity for himself!

Thinking like this, her smile became more and more flamboyant, more dazzling, and with the tenderness of a first-time mother. From a distance, she really looks like a kind, gentle and lovely woman! But I didn't know that his intentions were so vicious.

Doctor Liu ran into the Huanxi Palace in a panic and hurriedly called a doctor to let him leave. Zheng Caixi's eyes lit up, and he sensed that his plan had changed, "Where is Dr. Shen going?" ”

Doctor Shen, who was named, hurriedly replied, "The king summoned his ministers to Fengyue Residence to see the eighth son. After speaking, he left quickly, leaving Zheng Caixi, who had just been happy, and his heart was full of gloom again.