"Master." At this time, Xi'er also stood up, "Your Majesty always asked Gonggong Jiang to send an edict to invite the master to come over for dinner, and it hasn't been a few days, why does Your Majesty like the new and hate the old." ”

Since the Huanyi Bureau came out, Xi'er has been following Murong Jin. When she learned that Murong Jin rescued her, she served Murong Jin even more wholeheartedly.

A few days ago, when Yun'er and Xi'er learned that Murong Jin was invited by Sima Mo to eat, they were almost overjoyed, but within a few days, Murong Jin was left aside by Sima Mo, so the two began to suspect that Sima Mo had a new favorite, so both of them felt unfair for Murong Jin.

After being reminded by Yun'er and Xi'er, Murong Jin remembered Sima Mo in his mind.

Since she angered Sima Mo that day, Sima Mo did not invite her over for dinner again.

"Yun'er, Xi'er, things are not what you think." Knowing that Yun'er and Xi'er also cared about themselves, Murong Jin said softly: "Okay, in the palace in the future, don't talk about Your Majesty casually, if you let someone listen to it, I'm afraid it will make a big fuss." ”

Hearing this, Yun'er and Xi'er realized that what they said just now seemed to be disrespectful to the emperor, so the two immediately shut up.

At night, maybe it was because the weather was too hot, I saw Murong Jin on the bed tossing and turning, and he couldn't sleep, but fortunately he got up, took the clothes on the screen and put them on his body, opened the door, and Murong Jin stepped out of the room.

When he came to the courtyard, there was a burst of fragrance, Murong Jin looked up at the sky, and saw the bright moon shining like a jade plate, hanging high in the night sky.

Looking at the bright moon, Murong Jin couldn't help but think of the fact that he always snuggled in his mother's arms when he was a child, and listened carefully to his mother's legends and stories about Chang'e and Houyi.

Suddenly thinking of her mother, her dark eyes were dyed a little gloomy for no reason.

Mother, you are in heaven, are you okay?

……

……

Yongming Temple.

Gonggong Jiang and the imperial physician exited the dormitory together, and carefully closed the door.

"Imperial Doctor, is Your Majesty's illness serious?" Gonggong Jiang asked worriedly.

"Father-in-law, don't worry, Your Majesty's illness is not serious, and I have prescribed medicine to Your Majesty, as long as Your Majesty can take the medicine on time, you will definitely be fine."

"Then there's Imperial Doctor Lao."

"Why does my father-in-law need to be like this, as a royal doctor, it is within his duty to see a doctor for His Majesty, and it is not too early at this time, I have to quickly order someone to decoct the medicine, let His Majesty take a patch tonight, and from tomorrow, Your Majesty's illness will be half cured."

"Then it's going to be a problem for the Imperial Doctor."

"My father-in-law is polite." The imperial doctor gave up his hand, then took the medicine box and turned to leave.

Gonggong Jiang looked at the figure of the imperial doctor leaving, and couldn't help but sigh lightly. His Majesty refused to eat for several days in a row, coupled with the busy state affairs, these days he is always willing to rest until midnight, this dragon body is naturally unable to load, how can he not fall ill?

Inside the dormitory.

On the dragon couch, I saw Sima Mo covered with a dragon teng group pattern quilt. In his sleep, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he was going through something.

At this time, the candle flame on the table happened to burn out, and the moonlight outside the window lattice was suddenly quietly hidden, the clouds were as thin as a veil, and everything began to become mysterious and strange.

As if in a dream, Sima Mo opened his eyes, and a touch of the morning sun hung high. He stared at the woman standing in front of him at the moment with dark eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Ruoxi, don't be embarrassed. ”

"Your Majesty!" At this time, Yan Ruoxi, who was seven months pregnant, suddenly knelt down, "The concubine begs Your Majesty." ”