That night, the Imperial Doctor knelt outside the Lizheng Palace.

From time to time, there was a faint groan of pain from Queen Yue.

The door creaked open.

Fu Ruohan walked out with a sad expression.

Kneeling at the front was a handsome imperial physician named Gu Yin.

He arched his hand and asked, "Second princess, Her Royal Highness the Queen has taken the medicine, but is she better?"

I saw Fu Ruohan shaking his head and wiping a handful of tears.

The wrinkles in Gu Yin's eyebrows deepened a little, and the sorrow on his face couldn't help but make Fu Ruohan's heart sink.

"Imperial Doctor Gu's order, can the queen mother still be saved?"

Fu Ruohan's expectant gaze was like a torch in a cold night.

It's a pity that the torch will eventually go out.

Gu Yin's lips moved, but he couldn't spit out a word, he couldn't say something unlucky, so he could only hang his head.

What the silence means at this moment is well known to those present.

"Imperial Physician Gu, you have excellent medical skills, there must be a way to save your mother, please!"

"Second princess, you can't help it!"

Gu Yin was frightened, and hurriedly picked up Fu Ruohan, who was about to kneel for him.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps outside the palace.

Then came a loud voice.

"Your Majesty has arrived!"

Everyone looked at the door in unison, their expressions all showing shock.

After all, Emperor Jing has not taken the initiative to set foot in the Lizheng Palace for many years.

It's a well-known thing.

Unexpectedly, Empress Yue was seriously ill, and Emperor Jing was willing to take the initiative to come here.

"Your Majesty's Saint!"

"Father, Holy Ann!"

Emperor Jing raised his hand and walked to the door of the dormitory.

"Excuse me, what's wrong with the Queen?"

"Your Majesty, Her Royal Highness the Queen is suffering from a sudden illness, and this illness is too ferocious, and Wei Chen and others have exhausted all their life's learning, but they have not been able to achieve one or two."

"How could the queen suddenly become seriously ill without a sign beforehand?"

"Back to Your Majesty, in fact, since seven or eight days ago, Her Royal Highness the Queen has been ill. At that time, Weichen and the imperial doctors could not diagnose and treat any problems, so Her Royal Highness the Queen specially summoned Princess Ling to see her. But since that day, Her Royal Highness has been in better spirits, but she has become more and more devastated inside."

"So, the queen's serious illness has something to do with Princess Ling?"

Gu Yin said in a panic: "Weichen just replied truthfully, and didn't dare to involve Princess Ling."

Emperor Jing stared at Gu Yin with heavy eyes and asked, "Gu Yin, how do I treat your Gu family?"

"Your Majesty treats the Gu family like a mountain!"

"The Gu family has inherited the position of Imperial Physician for generations, and it has been the case since the previous dynasty. Soon after your father's death, I appointed you as the Imperial Physician despite the opposition of my ministers, and you should know how much I hope of you."

"Weichen deeply misses the emperor's grace and vows to serve His Majesty with all his might!"

"In that case, I will order you to save the Queen's life no matter what. If there's a mistake, I'm the only one who asks!"

"Yes, Wechen obeys!"

A few drops of cold sweat broke out on Gu Yin's forehead.

After that, Emperor Jing pushed the door and entered the dormitory, followed by Fu Ruohan.

The huge dormitory was filled with the strong smell of Chinese medicine.

When you first come in, you feel unusually unpleasant, but after staying for a long time, you get used to it.

Empress Yue was still moaning in pain, and just listening to her wail made people feel suffocated.

Emperor Jing bypassed the screen and came to Yue Hou's bed.

The warm yellow futon covered Yue Hou's shoulders, and her pale face and painful expression did not affect Yue Hou's beauty in the slightest.

This is all thanks to the maintenance of her skin and appearance over the years.

If Emperor Jing is a faint monarch who only talks about the wind and the moon and does not care about his family and country, he will definitely be controlled by Empress Yue.

In front of the couch, Xi Li'er took a handkerchief and wiped her forehead for Empress Yue

beads of sweat.

"How's the Queen?"

Xi Li'er was startled by Emperor Jing's voice, she hurriedly put down her veil and saluted Emperor Jing with a surprised face.

"Father, Emperor Ann. The queen mother is in weak health, and she is not very conscious now."

"The queen has always been in good health, and I think I will be able to save the day this time. But why are you waiting by the queen's side at this time?"

"Back to my father, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not well ill and is not allowed to leave the East Palace. The crown princess and His Royal Highness the crown prince are one, so they naturally have to accompany His Royal Highness the prince. It is the daughter-in-law who comes to take care of the queen mother, and it can be regarded as the East Palace's dedication to the queen mother."

"Concubine Xi has a heart, so you stay here and take care of the queen with Ruohan. If the queen is safe and sound, you will also have a share of it."

"The daughter-in-law will serve the queen mother with all her heart." Xi Li'er made another big salute, and then said without saying anything, "It's just that my daughter-in-law has another matter, I don't know whether to talk about it."

"If you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly."

"Since the Mid-Autumn Festival, my daughter-in-law has often come to the Lizheng Palace to serve her mother, and my daughter-in-law remembers that about seven or eight days ago, the queen mother has been unwell. Therefore, the daughter-in-law dared to guess that the mother's serious illness was not sudden, but had a precursor."

Emperor Jing frowned and said, "Go on."

"When my daughter-in-law was young, I saw an ancient book in the bookstore, which recorded a strange curse called the art of disgust!"

Xi Li'er's tail note was deliberately prolonged, she just wanted to see what kind of expression Emperor Jing would have.

Sure enough, after hearing the words "The Art of Disgust of Victory", Emperor Jing's face immediately changed greatly.

Fu Ruohan, who was on the side, hurriedly stepped forward and knelt in front of Emperor Jing when he heard this.

"Father, Concubine Xi is still young and doesn't know the taboos in the palace, please don't blame my father!"

Seeing this, Xi Li'er also knelt down in fear.

"Father, daughter-in-law are just daring to speculate, I really don't know that this technique is a taboo in the palace, and my father is angry!"

Emperor Jing's shocked pupils narrowed slightly, and he gritted his back molars and calmed down, "It's okay, you all get up."

"Thank you, Father!"

"I still have official duties to do, you are good at taking care of the queen, and you can't afford to lose anything."

After finishing speaking, Emperor Jing left in a hurry.

Looking at the figure of Emperor Jing leaving, Fu Ruohan said in frustration: "If the queen mother knew that her father had come to see her, I don't know how happy she would be. It's a pity ......."

"The second princess should not be sad, the queen mother will definitely turn the corner. When she recovers, it's not too late to tell her father about her visit."

Xi Li'er said comfortingly.

Fu Ruohan nodded.

Xi Li'er held Fu Ruohan's arm, pretending not to know:

"By the way, Second Princess, when I talked about the art of disgust just now, why did my father look like that? It's scary to look at."

Fu Ruohan sighed, sat beside Empress Yue, and said while wiping her sweat:

"Everything is because of the Eight Princes, and it is rumored in the palace that the Eight Princes were killed by the art of disgust with victory."

Before the news of the queen's serious illness was announced, it was already spreading in the capital.

Zhan Xinglan was still depressed about the awkward affair with Fu Xuanlin during the day, wondering why Fu Xuanlin hadn't come back after entering the palace for so long.

Who knew that Li Qingchen suddenly told her the news that the queen was seriously ill.

At this moment, Zhan Xinglan was in good spirits, she suddenly got up from the table, and looked at Li Qingchen with a pair of watery eyes.

"Dust, what you said is true?"

"My subordinates don't dare to coax the pavilion master."

"No wonder the prince hasn't come back yet, it seems that the queen is really going to hang."

"Forgive my subordinates for being foolish, 'What do you mean by hanging?'"

Zhan Xinglan blinked, "Huh...... It's ......."

"Sister! His Royal Highness King Ling is back! He's waiting for you in the front room."

Tian'er ran in with a cigarette, but there was no joy on her immature little face.

"The prince is back!"

Zhan Xinglan immediately stood up and walked out the door.

As she walked, she asked, "Tian'er, how did the prince look when he came back?"

"It doesn't look good."

"Did the prince say anything?"

"He only ordered Tian'er to call his sister to see him, and didn't say anything else."

Hearing Tian'er's answer, Zhan Xinglan felt a little strange.

Fu Xuanlin has always hated Empress Yue, and when he heard that Empress Yue's life was not long in coming, shouldn't he be happy?

Or is he still angry about the day's work?

Zhan Xinglan thought about it, and unconsciously came to the front hall.

In the huge front hall stood a long and straight figure.

His god-like face is just rightly exposed, and his slender and three-dimensional neck forms a perfect angle with his naturally falling long hair.

Zhan Xinglan bit her lower lip lightly, and her slender fingers flicked the broken hair in front of her ears.

"Lord Wang......"

Fu Xuanlin's eyes drooped slightly, as if he was deliberately avoiding Zhan Xinglan's gaze.

"The princess must have known that the queen was seriously ill."

"Well, I heard what Dusty said." Zhan Xinglan replied with some loss.

"The queen is seriously ill this time, and the princess was specially ordered by my father to go to the Lizheng Palace to see the queen immediately, and before the queen recovers, the princess will temporarily live in the purple smoke pavilion of the princess courtyard."

Zhan Xinglan was stunned, "What?"

Fu Xuanlin's thin pale red lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

Zhan Xinglan walked slowly towards him and asked suspiciously, "The queen is seriously ill, and she has her own imperial medical department to go for treatment, why did she summon me?" And His Majesty has always summoned him, and his father-in-law came to deliver the decree, why is it dictated by the prince today? What the hell is going on?"

Fu Xuanlin exhaled with a deep snort and turned his head to look at Zhan Xinglan.

"Because the queen's physical discomfort began when the princess entered the palace to see her on that day, others inevitably suspected that the queen's serious illness was related to the princess. Not allowing the father-in-law to come to deliver the decree is to declare to the outside world that Princess Ling is pure filial piety and kindness, and take the initiative to ask Ying to treat the queen, which can naturally dispel the suspicion of others against the princess. It's for your protection."

"So, this idea was thought of by the prince, right?"

Zhan Xinglan didn't think this was Fu Xuanlin's idea, but Fu Xuanlin's last sentence betrayed him.

Fu Xuanlin didn't answer, but said, "The queen is seriously ill, and it may have something to do with the art of disgust with victory. The princess will be fine no matter how she treats it, so don't get involved with it."

Zhan Xinglan said in disappointment, "Oh...... I made a note of it."

"It's not too early, the princess will enter the palace. There are hundreds of miles of escort all the way, and the princess doesn't need to worry."

Fu Xuanlin's tone was very cold, and his beautiful face was as cold as ice.

Zhan Xinglan looked at Fu Xuanlin, her heart seemed to have fallen into the abyss, she hadn't seen Fu Xuanlin look so indifferent for a long time.

He must still be angry. 】

Zhan Xinglan lowered her eyelids, and her moist Dan lips were almost bloodshot from her bite.

"Okay."

Bei Ya let go of Dan's lips, and reddish blood stained his already rosy lips.

And the inconspicuous blush had already fallen into Fu Xuanlin's eyes.

"Wait!"