"The fire lotus seed comes from the Western Regions, specifically from the blood lotus, this blood lotus is the most evil thing, from planting to growing it requires the blood of several people to irrigate it.

Moreover, this blood lotus is extremely difficult to grow, and many of them wither halfway through.

The blood needed for this blood lotus must be fresh and warm, and a little cooling may cause the blood lotus to wither, so this blood lotus is also a thing of the yang, which can overcome all kinds of cold poisons. ”

The empress nodded: "Then this fire lotus seed should be good." ”

The Imperial Physician shook his head: "No, although the blood lotus is a thing of the sun, it is too cruel to irrigate it with human blood, so it is also evil."

If you take it for a long time, it will cause people to become brutal and bloody, and eventually gradually go crazy, lose their humanity, and even die violently.

And this fire lotus seed is the essence of this blood lotus, and the first time you take it can restrain some of the diseases caused by cold poison on your body.

If you continue to take it, you will become strongly dependent on this drug. This will be followed by huge side effects, the fire lotus seeds will slowly burn the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, and finally die in pain like burning the body in flames. ”

After the imperial doctor finished speaking, the empress's face turned pale.

"What happens now?" Lin Shaowan asked with a frown.

"The minister needs to take the pulse for His Majesty."

The Empress nodded, leaning on the soft pillow a little decadently, and for a moment she felt like she was ten years older.

She believed that Lin Wanran had done a lot of wrong things, including killing many people for the blood lotus, poisoning Lin Shaowan, and bribing Wen Po to cause Lin Ruoyu to die of hemorrhage during childbirth.

But she still couldn't imagine that her daughter, who she loved so much, would use such a vicious trick on her, for the sake of the throne?

A hundred years after herself, who will the throne be given to herself except for herself.

Is she worried about passing on to Shaowan?

The voice of the imperial physician interrupted the empress's thoughts: "Your Majesty ......"

The empress looked at the imperial doctor's hesitant expression, and had already guessed a few points in her heart: "How long do I have to live?" ”

"Your Majesty's health was not good in the first place, but now he has been severely injured by the fire lotus seeds, and he has more than two months left in his lifespan at most."

After listening, the empress nodded flatly: "Let's all go down, Shaowan and Ding Zhaoyi stay." ”

"Yes." Everyone retreated, and Lin Shaowan and Ding Zhaoyi stood in front of the empress's bed, each with different moods.

"Shaowan, go and bring the child to me. Yi'er, help me up and walk. ”

Lin Shaowan nodded and withdrew from the empress's bedroom.

Ding Zhaoyi helped the empress out of the palace and sat on Luan, silent all the way.

When she walked to a majestic palace, the empress asked her to stop.

The golden glazed tiles shine in the sunlight, and the top of the red vermilion lacquer gate hangs a black golden silk nanmu plaque, which is beautifully engraved with three gilt characters - "Changqing Pavilion".

Ding Zhaoyi raised his head and stared for a while, slowly lowering his head, and a faint streamer flashed in his eyes.

Pushing open the gate of the palace is a beautiful architectural pavilion with carved beams and paintings, surrounded by pond water, duckweed all over the ground, green and clear.

Reflecting the tear-clear crystal pearl light, ethereal and illusory, the beautiful scenery is like a flower across the clouds, making people unable to distinguish where is the real scene and where is the reflection.

Seeing that he was a little silent, the empress took his hand and said softly, "It's the first time I've come here, this is my husband's bedroom." ”

"Isn't the queen's bedroom here?" Ding Zhaoyi asked.

The empress walked forward step by step, looking at this familiar scene in the past, and a faint melancholy welled up in her heart.

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