"Xiao Yun." The fat baby's throat was dry and tears began to fall again.
He called the Queen Mother's name, and Nanny Yu wiped her tears for a long time.
However, at the mere mention of the title, the Queen Mother burst into tears without caring about her manners.
She didn't even have time to think about how her grandson knew.
Looking at the little fat boy crying like rain, the Queen Mother burst into tears.
"Grandma is wrong, Yu'er, please don't cry. Grandma begs you not to cry."
The eldest grandson is the lifeblood of the elders.
The little fat boy has been obedient, sensible and innocent since he was young. He keeps the people who love him in his heart. Who can ignore this warm and innocent heart?
The little fat boy didn't hear his grandmother's pleading. He just repeated one sentence blankly, his eyes staring blankly at the sky: "Xiao Yun, what about father? He's waiting for me. How sad he must be."
The fat baby slowly curled up his body, as if a silkworm was wrapping itself up. He clasped his hands tightly together and cried as he said, "Xiao Yuan is still waiting for me. I haven't told him to wait for me yet.
How sad he must be..."
At the end of the speech, only fragmented breaths remained.
The low moans and broken words were like needles, piercing everyone's hearts.
Several people tried their best, but the little fat boy still didn't react at all.
Just kept crying and crying.
It was as if by hurting himself in this way, his closest relatives would appear before him.
At night, the little guy couldn't even whimper because of the high fever.
While the queen was caring for her son, she suddenly felt his burning skin. She was so frightened that her body went limp and she cried out in panic, "Call the imperial physician, imperial physician!"
The fat boy disappeared for a few days, and the palace was in turmoil for a few days.
After finding him, the palace never relaxed and kept the lights on.
The Queen Mother brought a couch and insisted on taking care of her grandson herself.
The only female members of the palace were the Queen Mother and the Empress.
The emperor has not yet grown up.
The Empress Dowager asked Xie Ruyi and others to stay in the palace, and no one was so foolish as to seek death at this critical juncture.
Every country has its own laws, and every family has its own rules.
In this situation, the royal family must be above the national law.
Doctor Zhao took care of the little fat boy for so long that he became a big hit in front of the emperor after returning to the palace.
However, he stayed at the Imperial Hospital, and spent every day preparing medicinal food to strengthen the body for the little fat boy.
Rewards came down one after another, and facing the envious eyes of his colleagues, the indifferent doctor Zhao smiled from ear to ear.
After the fat baby was found after being missing for a few days, Doctor Zhao lit a lamp late at night, thinking about how to make up for the loss for him.
"Where is the imperial physician!" With a loud roar, Doctor Zhao stood up instantly and rushed out.
Seeing Wei Yang's anxious look, he was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the medical kit and ran away.
Although he is nearly seventy years old, he ran with the momentum of a whirlwind.
When they arrived at the Zichen Palace, Imperial Physician Zhao quickly pushed aside the people surrounding the bed.
He didn't care who the other person was, the only thing in his eyes was the little fat kid lying there.
Doctor Zhao's hands were shaking, and he took a deep breath before starting to examine the patient.
"His face is dark, his spirit is dull, his breath is weak, and he is unable to move." The more Doctor Zhao spoke, the more horrified he became, and his heart was filled with grief. "This is a sign of unconsciousness. A long-term illness will lead to disaster. His life will not be long..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he staggered a few steps and leaned against a pillar to avoid falling down.
The crying in the hall suddenly intensified, and the Queen Mother sternly rebuked: "Yu'er will be fine, why are you crying so hard!"
She herself was also trying hard to hold back tears.
"Has His Highness shown any abnormality during this period?" Doctor Zhao's mind flashed through medical books as he tried desperately to think of difficult and complicated diseases.
The hall was silent.
But then he heard a shrill, accusing voice piercing the sky, hoarse and unpleasant: "It was them! They killed the young prince!"
Wu Zhonghe stumbled to his feet, saying it was no use trying a thousand times.
These people want to hurt a child's heart. Don't they know that the prince has a delicate heart?
He is sincere and fragile. Not only did he lose his father, he also suffered indifference from his relatives.
Wu Zhonghe was in agony, beating his chest, his eyes filled with resentment: "Your Majesty, the two Majesties, and Miss Ruyi, please speak!"
It is true that he is a slave, and it is also true that he is rootless and lowly.
But His Highness treated him so well, even though he was chubby, he never disliked him and always called him "Otomo, Otomo" whenever he saw him.
When I can't speak, I just say: "Big Dad, Big Dad."
It is no exaggeration to say that since the little fat boy was born, Wu Zhonghe has only had the little prince in his eyes and heart.
Every time he frowned or grinned, Wu Zhonghe would think about it a thousand times.
His Majesty left, and the little prince snuggled in his arms, crying and calling for his companion.
At that time, Wu Zhonghe thought that even if he was an ant, he would stand in front of the little prince.
Having lost his father's protection, the minister with ulterior motives had to deal with it alone and still had to think about the common people.
What I eventually received was indifference from my loved ones and no one cared about me.
The baby who loved to laugh, the child who cared about face, the child who tried hard to maintain an imperial demeanor, ran away crying loudly.
Your Highness had no hope of survival, which is why he ended up like this!
Wu Zhonghe burst into tears.
He accused everyone, no matter who they were, because at this moment, all he had left was instinct.
If the little fat boy dies, Wu Zhonghe will definitely follow him.
The people he blamed said nothing but shed tears.
Doctor Zhao glared at them resentfully, looking down at the couch with a mournful expression. He thought to himself: Even if the Queen Mother and the Empress don't love you, Your Highness still has me. This old man doesn't want to be a star of misfortune...
Doctor Zhao wiped away his tears and turned a deaf ear to this farce. He said to the secret guard, "Find me some thousand-year-old ginseng roots. I only want the roots."
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