Every time Feng Wuxi knelt down, she silently recited a sentence in her heart-

Pray to the gods and Buddhas to protect his well-being.

Ninety-nine steps, the second half of the stone steps, dyed a faint bright red.

In her closed palm, there was a string of beads, on which a small rabbit lying on a medicinal herb was faintly carved and slept.

"Amitabha, Your Highness, Master is waiting for you in the back mountain."

When the little novice saw Feng Wuxi, he folded his hands.

Feng Wuxi's knees hurt so much that she was numb, and when she heard Xiao Shami's words, a smile appeared in her eyes, and she clasped her hands together, "I'm tired of the little master leading the way." ”

When I left the Temple of Mercy, it was already dark.

Feng Wuxi eased the dizziness in front of her, and walked down the Temple of Compassion step by step.

For the next seven days, she did not go to the Taifu Mansion.

It wasn't until Shi Ling came to report that the Taifu had gone to the Palace of Nourishing the Heart, and Feng Wuxi, who was in the imperial study to review the folds, threw down the pen in his hand in a panic and rushed towards the Palace of Nourishing Heart.

In the Palace of Nourishing the Heart, Mama Cheng and Youye were guarding outside the hall.

When Feng Wuxi arrived, the two were walking around anxiously.

Seeing Feng Wuxi, he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, "Your Highness." ”

Feng Wuxi's footsteps didn't stop: "What about Taifu?" ”

"Taifu entered the Heart Cultivation Hall alone an hour ago, and strictly ordered me to enter." The two of them looked worried.

Feng Wuxi gently pushed open the door of the hall and walked into the hall.

In the inner hall, Xiao Yingche was dressed in a cloud-white brocade robe, lying in front of the queen's bed.

He lowered his head slightly, the hair on his sideburns hanging down, one hand at his side, dripping bright red sliding down his graceful wrist.

Like red plums, blooming in the vast snow.

The ultimate red and white, blooming with a broken beauty.

Feng Wuxi's heart suddenly tightened together, walked to his side and squatted down, and held his wrist in distress.

"Brother Che....."

glanced at the empress on the bed, her breathing was smoother than before, and her pale lips were also dyed with a trace of blood.

Feng Wuxi hugged Xiao Yingche and let him lean into his arms, his fingertips falling on the empress's wrist.

The pulse under the fingertips, although still weak and weak, was much stronger than before.

Yu Ye had already taken out the best plaster, gently applied it to Xiao Yingche's wrist, and bandaged him.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Wuxi picked up Xiao Yingche horizontally, and instructed as she walked, "Yu Ye, the mother emperor has troubled you a lot." ”

Yu Ye followed her side: "Your Highness, the prince can't stand the toss, you can afford it, he can't afford it." ”

Feng Wuxi's footsteps paused, hugged the weak and pale person in his arms tightly, looked sideways at the dark night, word by word.

"My imperial husband, there is only Brother Che."

The night looked at her fixedly.

After a moment, he looked away, "Youqi has come back with the news that the eldest prince of Nanchen has become the crown prince and will find the antidote to one dream and three lives as soon as possible." ”

Feng Wuxi hummed in a low voice and left with Xiao Yingche in her arms.

Back in Zhaoyang Palace, she applied a needle to Xiao Yingche, and squatted on the edge of the bed with her chin to watch him sleep.

Xiao Yingche's skin is snow-white, the bridge of his nose is high, his facial features are beautiful, and his thin lips have lost their blood, adding a sense of beauty to him.

She reached out and took his hand, pressed her face to his palm, and closed her eyes lovingly.

The next day, the Council Hall.

The ministers looked at the empty throne and were completely numb.

Mu Linyuan and Fu Yuyan listened to everyone's reports, and went to Zhaoyang Hall with important excerpts.

"Right Minister, can we apply for a boost?"

Fu Yuyan paused and said quietly: "What do you think?" ”

Mu Linyuan followed his line of sight.

Inside the Imperial Garden Pavilion.

Xiao Yingche sat in the cushioned gazebo, holding a fiery herb in his heart with one hand, and looking at the two herbs on the table, his phoenix eyes were dyed with a fine light.

The herbs in his hands are no strangers to Mu Linyuan and Fu Yuyan.

It was a few days ago that Shi Ling spent a lot of money to find it.

The corners of Mu Linyuan's mouth twitched: "Your Highness really has the potential of a faint monarch." ”

Ten thousand taels of gold, the Pomeranian smiled.

Fu Xiaoyan glanced at the fold in his hand and hooked the corners of his lips, "Let's go, apply for a plus." ”