When he woke up, it was already noon the next day. Zong Zhengchen was gone. After a simple meal, Qin Ye went to the Imperial Hospital and immersed himself in medical books.

In a blink of an eye, it's night.

The palace maid came to report that the emperor had woken up. Qin Ye went to Panlong Palace. The emperor was lying stiffly on the bed, his left hand was seven and his right hand was eight. Half of his body was stiff as wood and he couldn't move. His mouth was crooked and he was mumbling and drooling.

He opened his eyes wide and stared around with his eyeballs slanted. The palace maids who were serving him were a little scared and did not dare to come forward to serve him.

Qin Ye strode over:

"When did the emperor wake up?"

"A quarter of an hour ago." The maid replied.

"Have you taken all the medicine?"

"Three meals a day, feed them on time."

"oh."

She walked to the bed and felt the emperor's pulse. It was steady and there was no big problem. It was just that he had taken too much ephedra, and his body was numb and unresponsive. It would take at least half a year to cleanse the ephedra.

Then, things will return to normal.

"Take good care of her. No one should leave her alone. There must be two people guarding her." She ordered the palace maid.

At this time, Yunying came outside the door holding her sister.

"Princess, you've been busy all day. Lu Qin is crying and wants to find you."

The child suffers from congenital heart disease. Qin Ye has taken extra care of her since she was born.

She held out her hands. "Give it to me."

Just as he held the child in his arms, the emperor, who had been lying quietly, suddenly widened his eyes and shouted excitedly:

"Well!"

The paralyzed body shook violently, twitching severely, the crooked corners of the mouth moved vigorously, and drooled violently.

"Well--"

Yun Ying was somewhat frightened by his ferocious appearance:

"Princess, the Emperor is..."

Qin Ye didn't know what he was thinking. He couldn't speak or move. She had no idea what he wanted to say.

I guess he became very emotional when he saw Lu Qin, perhaps because he was missing the emperor's eldest grandson.

sidewalk:

"Your Majesty, if you are worried about Ziye, I will ask someone to bring him here now. Don't worry, Prince Li's affairs will not involve this child. The child is innocent."

She looked up and said to Yunying:

"Go to Zhaoyang Palace and bring Zongzheng Ziye over..."

Bang!

Before he could finish his words, the emperor swung his arm with all his strength and hit Qin Ye's arm.

"Luqin!"

"Second Miss!"

"emperor!"

The child accidentally slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground. The emperor's body also fell off the bed, the quilt was pulled off, and the whole place was in a mess. Everyone was shocked.

Qin Ye hurriedly picked up Zong Zheng Lu Qin.

The child got a big bump on his forehead, which was red and swollen, and he cried loudly in pain.

She hurriedly coaxed the child and went behind the screen to feed her. It took her a full quarter of an hour to coax the child back to normal. When she came out, she saw the emperor's wide-eyed, hateful and angry look...

Straight into her arms.

The emperor hates this child?

What mistakes can a baby who has just turned one month old make?

Suddenly I remembered that the emperor was also very excited when Qin Jiaojiao was here yesterday, and now he is like this again, all with the child around...

Qin Ye looked at the emperor, then at Lu Qin in his arms, and suddenly asked:

"Your Majesty, do you want to tell me something?"

"Well!"

The emperor opened his eyes wide and was very excited.

He couldn't move or speak, but his very powerful "uh" was the answer.

"What do you want to tell me?" Qin Ye put the sleeping Lu Qin into Yun Ying's arms and ran to the bed quickly. "Is it related to the child?"

She knew that the emperor's favorite son since childhood was Zong Zhengchen.

She knew that the emperor would never harm Zong Zhengchen.

"Well--!"

The emperor kept widening his eyes and blinking hard, as if answering.

Qin Ye's breathing became slightly tight.

As it concerned her child, she was nervous, and at the same time, the feeling of uneasiness became stronger.

"Father, you say... I'll give you the pen, can you write?"