Chapter 322, Zhao Liao is critically ill

"How long have you been doing this?" Yao Xing stroked the sewing machine with one hand, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

Su Han even needed to do the math before he could answer: "Queen Mother, more than seventeen years." ”

Yaoxing couldn't control his tears anymore, it was obviously a happy event, and it was clear that Su Han was also the marquis of Zhao Zhengfeng, so he should eat the king's Lu and bear the king's worries. But for some reason, Yao Xing suddenly felt that Su Han's gray hair and slightly rickety back were because he was carrying too much on his shoulders.

"Seventeen years~" Yao Xing sighed: "Mr. is really a person with great perseverance"

"After the minister made this thing, he personally did an experiment and made a dress for the queen mother and the little princess." Su Han took the tray in the hands of the palace people on the side and handed it to Yao Xing in person.

Yao Xing took the tray and found a pink cloak on it, a set of children's small clothes. Although I was surprised and puzzled, I don't know where it started.

Yao Xing stretched out his hand to brush the needle, suppressing the sourness in his heart.

"What reward does the gentleman want?" Yaoxing is ready to show grace to the Mo family, after all, Su Han has never been married in his life, and he has no children or daughters.

"......The minister" wants to see the mother put on this cloak

Su Han had no words, his head hung lower, and the words in his heart couldn't be spoken.

"You don't want anything?" Yaoxing knew what kind of character Su Han was, and he seemed to be used to his desirelessness.

Since he didn't ask for anything, then Yao Xing would have it.

But before Yaoxing could seal the reward, a palace man hurriedly ran in:

"Mother, mother! Zhao Hou is critically ill! ”

Yao Xing was struck by lightning, Zhao Liao was critically ill, and he grew up with him. People who teach themselves to do business are dying.

"Out of the palace, out of the palace immediately!" Yaoxing was so anxious that she turned around and ran, carrying her skirt and not even caring about her manners.

Ying Chen and Su Han glanced at each other and followed, but Su Han took a step slower because he picked up the cloak.

Yaoxing galloped all the way, got into the carriage and went straight to Zhao Liao's mansion. Zhao Liao has been ill for more than half a year, and Yaoxing will go out of the palace every month to see him, although he is ready to separate, but when the matter comes, he is still reluctant.

The carriage stopped at the gate of Zhao's mansion, and Yaoxing jumped directly and ran all the way to Zhao Liao's room.

Zhao Liao just held his breath and waited for Yaoxing to come over, and when he saw Yaoxing, he asked people to help him sit up, he didn't want to leave the last impression on Yaoxing like a mess of meat.

"Master~" Yao Xing sat on the edge of Zhao Zheng's bed and screamed tremblingly, but couldn't say anything else.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, and Zhao Liao is already at the end of his life. Yaoxing should have sent him away with a smile, but he really couldn't do it.

Zhao Zhengcang's old and weak voice slowly came out: "Yaoxing~ Master has no regrets, don't be sad." ”

"Are you still unhappy?" When Zhao Liao was dying, he only thought about Yaoxing

Yao Xing couldn't cry, he was worthy of Zhao Zheng and Daqin all these years, but he neglected Zhao Zheng because of trivial palace affairs and complicated political affairs. If it weren't for Zhao Liao's illness, Yaoxing wouldn't have been able to see Zhao Liao a few times a year, so what was the use of letting him live like a lonely old man, and being prosperous and rich.

"Master, don't worry, Yaoxing~ There is nothing unhappy. Yaoxing now has both children and has become a grandmother, and she is as loving as ever with Your Majesty. Yaoxing governs the world with what he has learned, this is all the credit of the master, the master has contributed to the world, and he will leave a name in history in the future, and the master should be my father. ”

(End of chapter)