(A new book of "Turning an Emperor Back to Modern Times" will be published soon.) The finale has been modified in the reprint, so the next 30,000 words cannot be placed on the Internet for the time being; When the paper book comes out, I will send those 30,000 words again. This is the thousand-year-old love and feud between Feng Miaolian, Li Huan and Ye Jia. ）

The northern country, under the governance of the new emperor Tuoba Hong, has entered a heyday in an all-round way.

The reform of the Xianbei tribe has been completely integrated and turned into a traditional civilized country that is almost more southern than the Southern Dynasties.

Wenzhi martial arts, majestic.

Only except for the love life of Emperor Xiaowen Tuoba Hong.

At that time, he was also immersed in the spring breeze because his new favorite Gao Meiren was pregnant.

The concubine is pregnant, and the emperor has a successor, what a happy event.

Up and down the palace, running to tell each other, this Goryeo beauty jumped up and became the object of everyone's scramble in the palace. It is said that at the most exaggerated time, every night, there are as many as seven or eight imperial doctors on duty.

The limelight of the high beauty is unmatched for a while.

In addition, Empress Dowager Feng died, and everyone thought that the rule of "the son and the mother died" would also be abolished.

The possibility of a high beauty being the queen is extremely great.

The former Feng Zhaoyi has long been ignored.

Zhaoyang Hall has become the most miserable corner.

At that time, Miao Lian's body was already declining.

Vomiting blood continuously, she almost didn't even have the strength to get up. The last time I met the emperor was ten days ago.

It's not that the emperor completely forgot about her, but that the imperial doctors have repeatedly warned that Feng Zhaoyi's symptoms of hematemesis are contagious.

Not to mention the emperor, even if it is an ordinary person, if there is an infectious disease in the family, it should be isolated so as not to endanger the health of others. This is the least common sense.

If the emperor is infected, who will govern such a huge country?

The Son of Heaven, the head of the world, his dragon body is of course the first.

Therefore, the imperial physicians, some important ministers, including Li Chong and others, strongly advised the emperor not to visit Feng Zhaoyi frequently.

Without Feng Zhaoyi, the emperor's daily life and diet naturally had to be served by other concubines, so Gao Meiren became the first choice.

Her life and death, for a while, almost no one cared.

It was a cold spring.

Early in the morning, the wind and the sun were beautiful, and she sat up with the support of the palace maid Liu'er, and wanted to go out for a walk.

When he got up, his head and eyes were black, and he could barely sit up, and as soon as his body went limp, he collapsed.

"...... Mother......

Liu Er was in a hurry: "The slave and maid go to find Your Majesty......"

She couldn't breathe a sigh of relief: "Don't go...... Don't go ......."

At this time, she didn't want to see the emperor, and she didn't want to see that childhood sweetheart at all.

Waiting to die, the red face is gone, what good is it to see him again?

What's more, he was immersed in the joy of being about to have a son at this time, and he wouldn't care about his life or death anymore.

However, she couldn't support it anymore, and she didn't even have the strength to continue to stop Liu'er.

Just then, there was the sound of footsteps outside the door.

Liu Er greeted him and was ecstatic: "National teacher...... The national teacher is here......"

It was a tall young man with a handsome face.

Such as Wu Feng cui bamboo, brown soft neck, between the eyebrows, like a knife carving axe.

At that time, the psychic Taoist had already "driven the crane west" (in fact, he followed Luo Jia and others to fly away to protect the precious bronze relics of the Fuxi Great God), and in the past few years, the role of the national teacher of Beiwudang has gradually fallen on Ye Jia's head.

He inherited the medical skills of the Taoist, but halfway through, he became obsessed with Buddhism and became a master of Taoism and Buddhism.

Although after the emperor ascended the throne, he invited this young friend to Luoyang many times, but he insisted on staying in Beiwudang for his own ideals.

After Feng Miaolian fell ill, the emperor thought of Ye Jia, but he had no choice but to travel thousands of miles, and when Ye Jia arrived, Feng Zhaoyi was almost sick to the bone marrow.

"National Teacher...... It's great that you're here, take a look at my mother's condition......"

At that time, Feng Miaolian's breath was already weak, and she couldn't even see the faces of the people who came clearly.

Faintly, I felt the big hand he was holding on, so hard, reliable, and even, he was still sitting on the edge of the bed, so close, his voice was full of concern, and he called her in a low voice: "Miao Lian...... How did you get sick like this? ”

She sat up and leaned against the head of the bed.

Just a respite.

Yega.

That's Yega.

A childhood friend.

In his most difficult time, he was the only one who came to visit him.

She burst into tears: "Ye Jia...... Don't come near me, I'll infect your ......"

He laughed, silently, with that kind of sympathetic compassion and kindness, as if to say, Miao Lian, have you forgotten? I'm a pretty good doctor.

He was very close to her, picked up her wrist, felt her pulse, and looked at her eyelids, tongue coating, looking, smelling, asking, and cutting, there was no negligence at all, and after thinking carefully for a long time, he took out a few pills he was carrying: "Miaolian, take this first, and I will prescribe a few more pills for you......"

Liu Er brought water and served her to take the pill.

It's like a reassuring agent.

"Ye Jia, you say, will I die?"

At that time, his gaze was completely on her, what a weak, pitiful gaze. Filled with a kind of dying, fear and despair.

Her lips were parched and faintly purple; The cheeks that had been plump had dried up, and even the eyes that were so agile and flowing seemed so dull that their sockets sank deeply.

The beautiful faces of spring flowers and autumn moons in the past have long disappeared.

Ye Jia sighed secretly.

I felt sour in my heart, such a disease is really difficult to cure.

The emperor did not try his best, and he also visited famous doctors, but everyone was helpless.

Even Ye Jia himself had never seen such an illness.

He didn't speak for a long time, and Feng Miaolian was even more anxious: "Ye Jia...... My illness really can't be cured, right? ”

"No...... I'm still short of medicine, although it's a little hard to find, but I will definitely find ......" replied in her unusually soft voice: "Miaolian, don't worry, I will definitely cure you." ”

Her eyes lit up, "Really? Can I still get better? ”

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

However, the words did not cheer her up. She closed her eyes, no one knowing what she was thinking.

When Ye Jia looked over, he could only see that she was like a withered flower, trembling slightly in the wind.

He got up slowly, this was the room of the ladies of the palace, she was the emperor's concubine - he had only fulfilled the duties of a healer, and then, it was time to keep a proper distance.

"Ye Jia...... Are you lying to me......"

He was shocked.

She opened her eyes, looked at him slowly, and laughed miserably.

Yega, Yaga.

He was never a liar. In this life, he has never said half a lie.

My condition is not getting better.

Even if those pills go down, it won't help.

If there is any hope, the emperor will come with him, won't he? Look, the national teacher Ye Jiadu has come all the way to the palace, and the emperor still hasn't shown up.

Macro, Macro, he's completely given up on himself.

"Ye Jia, I know, I can't get better......"

"Miao Lian, don't think nonsense, as long as you find that herb, you will definitely get better......"

She lowered her eyelids, and that was the most white lie.

Every doctor will not directly tell the patient: you are hopeless, prepare for the future immediately.

No, no, no, they never do.

Such truths, they will only tell the families.

But where are their families?

She suddenly covered her face, and tears rained down: "Ye Jia, you go, don't come in the future......"

The words choked in his throat, pulled up the quilt, and covered his face.

It's a pair of big hands, and the quilt is pulled apart.

He stepped back and stood in front of her bed, the smile on his face warm and sincere, just as it had been many years ago when she had first met him.

It's a bouquet of flowers, which has dried up. Only a faint aftertaste swirls around the nose.

"Miao Lian, this is what you like. When I left Beiwudang, I wanted to bring you some gifts, but I didn't know what to bring, so I picked these ......."

It's not a precious thing, it's just a flower tea born and raised in Beiwudang. It was her love when she was a child.

However, he remembered everything, and Ye Jia remembered everything.

She suddenly remembered that on that terrible night many years ago, countless jackals, tigers and leopards captured Beiwudang, and she and the Queen Mother, He Hong, Ye Jia and others fled all the way - when a tiger pounced, it was Xiao Ye Jia at that time, who pulled himself and sacrificed his life to protect.

At this moment, the memory became so clear.

The despair in my heart suddenly dissipated - heh, I will get better.

It's going to get better.

As long as Ye Jia says that it can be good, then it will definitely be good.

She watched his back disappear at the door of the Zhaoyang Palace, and the corners of her eyes were slightly moist: There is no filial son in front of the bed of a long illness - even when Hong Du began to leave, he was the only one!

Ye Jia, he won't give up on himself, will he?

Liu Er was overjoyed: "Niangniang, the national teacher is here, your condition will definitely get better......"

For the first time, a smile appeared on her face.

Perhaps, right?

Back then, he was about to die, and he could save it, and now, there should be no problem, right?

When Ye Jia went out, he thought about it and still asked to see the emperor.

The report went in for a long time, but there was no response.

Ye Jia was a little surprised, although he had already been the emperor, but the affection between the two was almost beyond the monarch and the minister, and he asked to see him, how could he not see him?

It was the eunuch Gao Gonggong beside the emperor who trotted out, "National Teacher, please take a break, Your Majesty has something to do, and I will see you tomorrow." ”

Ye Jia didn't ask, and retreated with interest.

Because at that time, the emperor was really in a hurry.

During the pregnancy of Gao Meiren, she was very delicate, perhaps because she had eaten something by mistake, and her stomach was not good, and she vomited and diarrhea for a while. This was a great event, and everyone went out, even the emperor himself, who visited him several times.

Gao Meiren was sickly, weakly holding the emperor's hand, like pear blossoms with rain: "Your Majesty, don't leave the concubine...... Concubines are afraid of ......"

Before the emperor could reply, Gonggong Gao walked in and whispered a few words in his ear.

The emperor's face changed slightly, and he was about to get up, but Gao Meiren pulled his hand tighter. "Your Majesty, the concubine is afraid...... The child tossed so much that the concubine was so uncomfortable......"