He Yue moved the tip of his nose slightly, turned his face sideways, and replied, "Your Majesty has a smell of blood, and the concubine smells panic." ”

She raised her hand slightly and put it in her heart, hanging her head and panting slightly, it was indeed a look that she couldn't stand the smell, Ning Rusong couldn't help but get up and retreat, his first thought was not to make Yueyue uncomfortable.

As for whether it is true or false, sometimes it is not so important, probably either the body is uncomfortable, or the heart is uncomfortable.

He Yue maintained this posture for a long time before raising his eyes and whispering, "Your Majesty, the concubine will stay in this water bathing hall, the concubine's body can't withstand the bumps, so I won't go to the palace with you." ”

If you go, you won't be able to get out!

"Yueyue, stay here first." Ning Rusong stood not far away, the dragon pattern on the black and gold brocade robe was lifelike, layered and solemn, he was a feared emperor, and he was also a husband who was afraid of his wife's illness.

"Wait for Yueyue to recover from her illness and then return to the palace, you are the rightful queen, and you should enjoy the kneeling service of the people of the world." Ning Ru's words are gentle.

He had an innate eagerness for power, and the people around him said that he was destined to be an emperor, teaching him the way of the emperor, leaving him cold, so he naturally thought that the throne belonged to him, and that anyone or anything in the heavens and the earth, within the imperial land, should also belong to him.

Ning Rusong felt that no one would dislike power, it was the right of amnesty that gold and silver could not exchange, so he divided the right of his love to the person he loved, hoping that she would be happy.

He Yue did not refuse this time, a light smile appeared on her quiet and beautiful face, and her voice was clear, "Okay, listen to Your Majesty." ”

The illness will only get worse and worse, and there will be no good day.

Ning Rusong also smiled, Jun Yong's eyebrows and eyes were bent, and the breeze quietly dispersed his anger, he also laughed a few days ago, laughing when he slapped King Rong's face with a sword, looking at Emperor Jingmu's loyal old ministers kneeling in front of him, laughing, that laugh was fishy, making people feel that the sword entered the backbone, and the sea of fire burned bones.

He will definitely not be a benevolent emperor, neither the Ning family nor the He family has ever produced a truly gentle person who is consistent on the outside and inside, both of them are good hands at the ups and downs of the sea of power, and Ning Ru Song gathers the strengths of the two families, and he is even more ruthless.

All kinds of emotions finally calmed down, he couldn't help but hold He Yue in his arms, kissed it, kissed her eyebrows, and then kissed her lips, He Yue no longer had a sweet fat powder smell, only a bitter medicinal fragrance, Ning Rusong absorbed this taste.

He held He Yue's wrist and rubbed it, sighing with emotion, "Yueyue, my heart has finally stabilized, you are my peace of mind and the place where my soul dwells." ”

The courtiers are the subordinates who need to be weighed, the palace people are the lowly straw shoes, the Empress Dowager He and the King of the South are the conspirators of the bloodline, He Yue is different, which place is different.

Among the thousands of people in the world, only He Yue is different, the sea of love does not know the depth, he plunged into it, whether he can float or drown, he recognizes it all!

Ning Rusong raised his hand and patted He Yue's back comfortingly, "I'll go take a bath and sleep with Yueyue." ”

"Prepare the soup pool!" Ning Rusong turned around and ordered Xiao Guanzi at the door, and then went to the bath.

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Mo'er came in with the newly prepared medicinal incense, added the incense to the five-legged incense burner with a delicate silver handle, carefully closed the lid of the stove, watched the smoke burn, and then turned around and knelt in front of the couch, raised his head, and stopped at He Yue's weak and beautiful face.

He looked at He Yue in a daze and lowered his head with a smile, like a low-hanging lotus, "What, you also want to cry like a little peach, have you shown your loyalty?" ”

Mo'er slowly raised her arm, her fingers touched the back of He Yue's soft hand, and said, "Those imperial doctors said that one by one is terrifying, I really think you are going to die." ”

He Yue lowered his eyelids, and Liu Ye's eyes were relieved and peaceful, "It's about to die, and there is a premonition that people are going to die, and it will last for another month at most." ”

After only taking two fake death pills, she became such a lingering sickbed, and when the third one entered her abdomen, she was afraid that she would not be able to hold it for a few days.

"You go with me ......" Mo'er frowned and wanted to say something, but was stopped.

He Yue withdrew his hand and patted him on the shoulder, his voice was warm, "I don't want to go to Lan Country, I don't want to run around, I don't want to use the so-called Gu worms to catch my life, I will die, and I want to die." ”

got Mo'er's mind, otherwise he would be reckless, and he would really get her to Lan Guo to play Dafa.

Checkmate and want to die made Mo'er stop talking, he couldn't save a person who really wanted to die.

"For that person named Duan Qi Dai?" Mo'er asked this sentence abruptly.

The heart-rending and endless person who made He Yue cry was that He Yue's body was not good at that time, and he was diagnosed with a congenital disease after the high fever did not subside, and now he says that he doesn't want to live.

A person who is still alive in the world is willing to die for the sake of the dead because of the so-called love, and Mo'er feels full of horror.

It is true that he likes He Yue, but he only likes it, it is more about her desire to win or lose, and the desire to hide a noble person who respects her. So he can't empathize with He Yue, and he can't even guess the idea of the new emperor.

He often went out of the other garden to contact his subordinates these days, he couldn't stay in the Great Cloud Dynasty for many days, and he had to go back to the Lan Kingdom. In the past few days, he has been deeply aware of the horror of the new emperor, fierce and treacherous, the blood of the palace is spreading on the palace road, and those palace people are kneeling on the ground and wiping day and day.

But the new emperor is still the same as before to He Yue, accommodating warmth everywhere, letting go of the moodiness and unpredictable authority of being an emperor.