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On this day, the whole sky was covered with a layer of dark clouds, gloomy, as if God was brewing a violent storm, and the dreary sky was very terrifying.

After Yajun finished breakfast, he took his attendants to the East Square, and today was the day of the combing and punishment of charcoal.

Unexpectedly, on the way, he met Qing'er who was running in a hurry, Yajun paused, and when Qing'er ran in front of him, he couldn't help asking, "Why are you so flustered?" ”

Qing'er gasped breathlessly, and said with a somewhat anxious expression: "Your Highness, my master was somehow infected with a cold last night, and the high fever did not go away, and he didn't wake up until now, you go and see the master." ”

Yajun frowned, hesitated, and said, "You go and ask the imperial doctor to take a look first, and after His Highness has dealt with it, then go to the Moyang Hall to see Hong'er." ”

Today is the day when Comb Ying accepts the last criminal law, and it is also the death date of Comb Shadow, she doesn't want to miss it!

Qing'er knelt on the ground anxiously, and even kowtowed: "Your Highness, go and see my master, he has been calling your name in his sleep, as for the imperial doctor slave, he has already asked people to invite, and I hope that His Royal Highness will move to the Moyang Palace." ”

Seeing this, Yajun sighed helplessly, turned his head and said to Ge'er: "You go to the East Square and tell the White Fox that His Royal Highness will not go there today, just let her be present to supervise." ”

"No." Ge'er bowed his head and turned to leave.

Subsequently, Yajun took Yu'er and followed Qing'er to move to the Moyang Palace.

The atmosphere in the Moyang Hall today is very quiet, and it seems that the illness of the dark red frightened many palace attendants, and they all do things quietly and do not dare to make loud noises.

When Yajun walked into the dark red dormitory, the palace attendants inside hurriedly put down what they were doing and knelt down to salute Yajun.

"It's all exempt." Yajun waved his hand casually and walked towards the bed, and sure enough, he saw that Ying Hong was still asleep, but he didn't sleep very well, he kept frowning, and kept muttering, as if he was talking about something.

Yajun sat down on the edge of the bed, touched his forehead with his hand, and it was amazingly hot, his eyebrows sank, and he turned his head and scolded the palace attendants angrily: "How can it be burned like this, how do you take care of Wang Jun!" ”

The palace attendants who had just stood up were suddenly so frightened that they knelt down again, lying on the ground and trembling, not daring to speak.

Only Qian stood up and said: "Your Highness, Wang Jun was fine yesterday, but when I woke up today, I found that Wang Jun had a high fever, and the slaves were not well taken care of, and I asked Your Highness to distribute it." ”

Yajun stared at the Qian family for a long time with an unkind face, and snorted coldly, this Qian is Hong'er's nursing father, who married him, how could she punish him? waved his hand: "Go to the door and wait for the imperial doctor." ”

"No." Qian breathed a sigh of relief and retreated with the palace attendants.

"Imperial Sister... You don't leave... Hong'er. The dark red in his sleep suddenly made a small murmur.

But it was still heard clearly by Yajun, his brows were furrowed even tighter at the moment, his expression was gloomy, and his face was dark and red, and the depths of his deep black eyes were incomprehensible.

"Yajun... I'm afraid..." The dark red in his sleep didn't know what he dreamed of, and the whole person shook his head uneasily, and his whole face seemed to be even paler.

Yajun held his hand tightly and comforted softly: "Hong'er, His Highness is here, don't be afraid." ”

Since she came back, she has been deliberately avoiding Styx, because she doesn't know how to explain to him about the Stygian Emperor, but now it seems that she cares too little about Styx, and he is not doing well.

"Your Highness, the Imperial Doctor is here!" Qian hurriedly walked in with the imperial doctor.

Yajun stood up and saw that it was Imperial Physician Li, so he stepped aside: "Imperial Physician Li, I'm tired." ”

Imperial Physician Li bowed slightly to Yajun, then put the medicine box on the table, then walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, and began to check the pulse of Ying Hong.

After waiting for a while, Yajun couldn't help asking, "Imperial Doctor Li, can Wang Jun's condition be serious?" ”

Imperial Doctor Li withdrew his hand and said simply: "It's the season of the season, it's easy to get caught a cold, Wang Jun should have accidentally caught a cold last night, it's no big deal, the old minister and others will prescribe a prescription for people to boil some medicine and feed Wang Jun to drink." ”

"Then why didn't he wake up?" Yajun said with a slight suspicion.

"It's just a minor illness, but it seems that Wang Jun should have had nightmares from last night to now, and now he should be haunted by nightmares, His Royal Highness only needs to whisper Wang Jun's name in Wang Jun's ear and wake him up." Imperial Physician Li slowly came to the conclusion of his own pulse and observation.

"Your Highness knows." Yajun breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately it was not a serious illness, and turned to Qing'er and said, "You go and follow Imperial Doctor Li to get medicine." ”

After everyone left, Yajun sat down next to Shen Hong, stroked his frowning brow, and wanted to soothe him, her red has become so sentimental from time to time? Bent down and lay down beside him and called softly: "Hong'er..."

As for what kind of nightmare is Scarlet having? He dreamed that the royal sister who was very good to him passed away, and gave him a dream that Yajun killed her, and the death was very miserable, and the royal sister told him in the dream that he would avenge her and kill Yajun, but how could he agree, Yajun was his wife! He refused, but the royal sister, who loved him so much, suddenly grabbed him by the neck, making him breathless, and the feeling of suffocation made him feel like he was about to die.

Immediately afterwards, the imperial sister's face turned into the face of the prime minister, and there were many people around him, all of whom were ministers of the Night Kingdom, staring at him indifferently, looking at him with eyes full of ridicule and sarcasm, and they kept scolding him and accusing him, saying that he was not worthy of being the king of Yajun, let alone the future emperor of the Night Kingdom, let him die.

That feeling made him almost out of breath, he wanted to escape, so he kept running, but the surrounding environment suddenly changed again, it became pitch black, empty, nothing, he was very scared, and shouted Yajun's name in panic, but what answered him was silence, and no one paid attention to him, and finally his heart was full of despair, looking at the endless blackness all around, as if he was the only one left in the world.

"Hong'er..."

"Hong'er, wake up, it's all a dream."

Who is calling him? Is it Yajun? Suddenly there was a bright light in the night, and he ran towards it with great joy.

"Ahh Shen Hong, who had been unconscious, opened her eyes suddenly, sat up from the bed, her forehead was covered with sweat, she gasped for breath, and even the corners of her eyes were stained with tears. I'm so scared. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, it's all a dream." Yajun put her arms around his waist and comforted him softly.

All the grievances in Yinghong's heart poured out like a flood bursting the embankment, and tears couldn't stop gushing out: "No, this dream is very real, I dreamed that the imperial sister died, the imperial sister blamed me and even wanted to strangle me, and I also dreamed that the ministers of the court accused me, saying that I am not worthy of being your king, why, why should I bear all this pain, just because my surname is Ming?" ”

When Ying Hong lay in her arms and cried bitterly, Yajun's heart had never hurt so much, let alone so helpless, listening to him angrily vent all his grievances, she could really understand that kind of grievance, as Hong'er said, is it just because his surname is Ming? It was undoubtedly painful for a weak man to bear this, and this pain almost drove her Hong'er crazy without her knowledge, and she could only watch as she could not do anything to change or comfort, gently caressing his green silk and sighing, and there was only a cry of dark red in the whole room.

She loves red, but she still insists on choosing Jiangshan and beauty.

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