"No, don't promise her..."
In the Qianqing Palace, ambergris rose slowly from the furnace, and the candle flames on the golden nanmu candlesticks danced with the wind.
The bright yellow curtains fell, blocking out the view from inside, but intermittent murmuring sounds could be heard from inside.
Next to the dragon bed, Xiao Baozi half-knelt beside the bed, wiping it continuously with the handkerchief in his hand.
The dry towel had just been put down, and in a short while it was thoroughly cleansed by sweat.
The little treasure wiped it back and forth countless times.
He changed a few handkerchiefs and then looked behind him in panic: "Wang Yuanpan, why is the emperor still not awake?"
Judge Wang stood aside, his hands holding the medicine trembling.
He didn't expect that he had already drunk two bowls of Schisandra chinensis, but the Emperor still couldn't wake up from his dream.
The sound of the bell became intermittent, and His Majesty's expression had changed from calmness just now to struggle.
"You drank too much tranquilizing soup. The medicine is too strong." Court Judge Wang sighed.
He glanced out the window.
It was already dawn. The Emperor had taken the medicine and slept for a whole night but still did not wake up.
The whole person felt like being trapped in a dream and didn't want to wake up.
It's okay in the short term, but if the person hasn't woken up after a day and a night, I'm afraid there will be big trouble.
Judge Wang took a deep breath, but his hand holding the medicine bowl was still shaking.
"What should we do now?" Xiao Baozi was obviously completely panicked.
He serves His Majesty, so naturally he is loyal to Him.
If His Majesty remains in his sleep and does not wake up, what if something bad really happens?
Little Baozi simply couldn't bear to think about what the consequences would be for him.
"President Wang, please think of a solution."
Xiao Baozi clenched the handkerchief tightly in his hand, tears welling up in his eyes.
"What if Your Majesty doesn't wake up?"
He was afraid, and Wang Yuanpan was equally afraid.
If something bad happened to His Majesty, the first person to be implicated would be him, the imperial physician.
"Let me think of a solution." Wang Yuanpan looked at the medicine in his hand.
I just drank too many bowls of calming soup, and the Schisandra chinensis has no effect at all.
If you want to wake up the Emperor, you have to find another way.
Wang Yuanpan said this while looking at the person on the dragon couch.
His Majesty was lying on the bed, and it was as if he was trapped in a nightmare from the moment he woke up.
His face looked grim and his movements were struggling, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.
Judge Wang looked at the beads of sweat rolling down His Majesty's forehead.
I couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.
"Go to the Imperial Hospital..." The words had just fallen when the person in his sleep began to murmur again.
"Afu, no, don't agree..."
His Majesty's tone was intermittent, and Dean Wang heard it from the very beginning.
However, only if you listen to these words can you hear them clearly.
"Who is your Majesty calling?"
Xiao Baozi knelt on the ground, holding the handkerchief for a moment, and then replied: "Your Majesty should be calling Concubine Zhao."
Recently, His Majesty often calls Concubine Zhao's name in his sleep.
Xiao Baozi had heard this many times, so it was not surprising: "Your Majesty has been like this lately. Whenever he dreams, he dreams of Concubine Zhao..."
On the contrary, it was Wang Yuanpan who took a look at the Emperor lying on the bed and made up his mind.
"Go, go to the Hehuan Palace and invite Concubine Zhao." Judge Wang spoke, which made Xiao Baozi hesitate.
"Empress Zhao doesn't know medical skills."
His Majesty is obviously ill. Shouldn't we call the imperial physician at this time?
What do you want to find Concubine Zhao for?
What's more, Empress Zhao and His Majesty have such a deep relationship, their love is stronger than gold.
If Concubine Zhao found out that His Majesty was suffering, wouldn't that make Concubine Zhao uncomfortable?
Xiao Baozi looked hesitant.
This young eunuch was actually the one who served His Majesty personally. Judge Wang patiently explained, "You see, His Majesty was calling Concubine Zhao's name even in his dreams. I'm afraid this ordinary medicine won't be able to wake His Majesty up."
"There is only hope if Concubine Zhao comes..."
After hearing this, Xiao Baozi ran towards the Hehuan Palace without stopping.
In the Hehuan Palace, Chen Fu was holding the script of the play in her hands.
Ever since she knew about He Congzhi's situation, Chen Fu stopped bothering him.
Xiao Guizi, on the other hand, was obviously still thinking about He Congzhi's kindness.
After returning, he did not dare to beg for mercy. Instead, he collected a large box of play excerpts and sent them to the Empress, hoping that she could read the stories in them and empathize with him.
The best thing is to be able to reuse Doctor He.
How could Shen Fu not understand Xiao Guizi's insignificant little trick?
I'm just too lazy to bother with him.
Besides, I don’t know where this play clip was collected from.
It's quite interesting.
Chen Fu was deeply absorbed in reading a book and was killing time with a play script.
Gao Xin, who was watching, heard a rustling sound at the door, and soon the door of Hehuan Hall was pushed open from the outside.
Chen Fu paused with the opera script in her hand, and then she saw the little treasure from the Palace of Heavenly Purity stumbling towards her from the door. Her knees went weak and she fell heavily to the ground.
"Please, Empress Zhao, save His Majesty."
Little Baozi bowed his head and banged his head on the ground: "Empress Zhao, I beg you to save the Emperor."
The play script in Shen Fu's hand fell.
The half-leaning body gradually sat up straight.
He frowned and looked at the little treasure on the ground: "What nonsense are you talking about, what happened to the emperor?"
The little treasure ran all the way here.
There was cold sweat on his forehead, and he didn't even have time to wipe it off. He just knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.
"The Emperor suddenly couldn't wake up. Madam, please follow me to see the Emperor."
This person was still groggy at first, but suddenly he couldn't wake up.
Chen Fu dropped the hand holding the opera script.
He immediately stood up and walked towards the door: "Take me there quickly."
Shen Fu walked quickly towards the direction of the Palace of Heavenly Purity.
Along the way, countless strange scenes flashed through her mind.
But after entering the Qianqing Palace and seeing the person on the bed, the person that Shen Fu had been hanging on finally fell.
"Long live the Lord."
On the bed, Xiao Yu's condition was even worse than before.
The beads of sweat could no longer be concealed.
Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and his clothes were soon soaked. The serving palace maids knelt beside him and wiped his entire body, and soon began to change the water.
But the sweat still kept coming out.
Even Shen Fu couldn't help but tremble in her heart after seeing this: "What the hell is wrong with Your Majesty?"
When Chen Fu looked down, neither Wang Yuanpan nor Yu Xiaobaozi dared to look up.
How should the two of them explain this?
Your Majesty, you drank the tranquilizing soup for no reason. Did you drink too much and this is why you became like this?
If these words were spoken, Concubine Zhao would surely kill both of them.
Besides, His Majesty has also instructed that this must not be known to anyone.
Xiao Baozi was silent for a long time, and then he said, "Your Majesty, the Emperor seems to be in a nightmare, and he keeps calling your name in the dream."
"Your servants have no other choice but to invite you here, Your Majesty."
It's useless to ask these servants.
Shen Fu turned her head and looked at the bed again.
Xiao Yu in the dream began to whisper again.
She kept shouting, "Afu, no, don't agree to it..."
Chen Fu waved away the palace maids beside her and walked forward.
He took the handkerchief and gently stroked the emperor's forehead: "Why are you so rude and embarrassed?"
"Afu."
Shen Fu's palm had just fallen, but the person in the dream suddenly stretched out his hand.
Xiao Yu closed his eyes and placed his palm on Shen Fu's.
She clenched her fingers tightly and said, "Afu, don't agree to him."
Don't promise anything.
Shen Fu hesitated in her palm, looking at the Wansui Ye who was still dreaming and thinking.
His Majesty has been having dreams recently, and Chen Fu also understands it.
However, even though Shen Fu had some guesses about what happened in this dream, she had no actual evidence.
But Ru㫇, looking at the Emperor murmuring in his sleep.
Shen Fu's hands holding the handkerchief were tightening slightly.
Could it be that His Majesty knows something?
A glimmer of hope arose in Shen Fu's heart, but then she burst into laughter again.
How is that possible?
How could such a thing happen on this earth? Who else would know what she had gone through in her past life except herself?
Live again, God will give her another chance.
Being able to change her life and avenge her past hatred, to be honest, Chen Fu was already grateful to Dell in her heart.
How could she still hope that someone could see the humiliation she suffered in the past?
The sufferings you have experienced and the injustices you have encountered?
This is simply wishful thinking.
Shen Fu raised her head and couldn't help but laugh at herself.
The hand holding the handkerchief fell down again: "Your Highness, Afu is here."
"Afu will agree to whatever you ask her to do."
As the gentle voice fell, the person lying on the bed who was still struggling gradually calmed down.
Your Majesty, can you hear me?
Shen Fu's heart was in turmoil, and she turned around to change the handkerchief. But she still kept shouting: "Afu only has Your Majesty in her heart. If Your Majesty does something bad, what will you let Afu do?"
His Majesty's expression seemed to have relaxed a lot, and the look on his face gradually became less struggling.
Wang Yuanpan was watching from the side and hurriedly said, "Madam, please say a few more words."
"Your Majesty seems to be able to hear."
His Majesty could indeed hear it. Shen Fu sat aside, looking at the person on the bed.
She said without hesitation: "I don't know what you are going through right now, Your Majesty, but I am really worried about you."
The woman's worried and caring voice came into my mind.
The person in the sleep slowly opened his eyes without knowing when.
Chen Fu hadn't seen it yet. She was bending over and wiping the body of His Majesty, coaxing him as she did so: "If Your Majesty can wake up, I will do anything you ask me to do!"
Xiao Yu raised his hand and placed it on Shen Fu's cheek.
The calloused fingertips gently stroked, and the palm of the hand was full of pity: "Are you serious?"
"Will you agree to anything I say?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Shen Fu's hand holding the handkerchief fell down.
She turned her head and looked at the Emperor behind her, her eyes full of disbelief: "Emperor, are you awake?"
I saw the person on the bed who had his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes at some point.
He lay on the bed, looking at Shen Fu with eyes full of pity.
"Does it hurt?"
Xiao Yu's palm fell on Shen Fu's body, his fingertips trembling slightly, full of pity.
The image of her covered in wounds still appeared before his eyes. There was almost no flesh on Xue Yi's body, and the blue and purple marks were frightening.
Xiao Yu almost didn't dare to think about it.
How could such a thin and frail person bear so many scars?
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