C87 (1/2)

Worry eventually becomes disease, the king worries his disease of the parental care;

Worry for the event buried in the bottom of his heart, only the king has no future worry.

For the entire day, Rong'er was in a daze with a serious expression on his face. Xiaoqing looked worried and asked with concern, ”Mistress, are you alright?”

Rong'er stared at Xiaoqing blankly. After a long time, she shook her head and nodded. Finally, she said, ”I'm fine. It's nothing. I just have something on my mind.” The imperial doctors had said that the red fruit would fall from a person's womb and the soy milk would die from a person's womb. She could think that Zhang LEqi had tried to harm all of them in the past, but no matter what, she could not understand, why would she still harm her own daughter if she died? She could not understand, how could Zhang LEqi's pain after dying be fake? She couldn't figure it out. She really couldn't figure it out. She didn't want to believe it, really didn't want to believe it. She didn't know what to do, and she didn't know who to tell. Rong'er clutched the front of her dress tightly. She felt cold, very cold.

Rong'er had been suffering from a serious illness for the past two days. At this time, she had entered the sect. During the night, Xuan Ye stood in front of Rong'er's bed in the room, feeling very worried. He raised his head to look at the two imperial doctors and asked sternly, ”Are you sure nothing is wrong with the Noble Lady Rong? It's been two days. Could it be some kind of illness? ” One by one, his children had died early due to illness these past few years. Xuan Ye was truly terrified in his heart.

The two imperial physicians were so nervous that beads of sweat dripped from their foreheads. One of them hurriedly cupped his hands and replied, ”Your majesty, this should be because Young Master Rong's labor is already difficult, his physical exhaustion is severe, his post-partum weakness is caused by the cold, and because of that, Young Master Rong's grief and spirit is also not very good. Thus, he fell into a deep slumber and will slowly recover after taking a few days of medicine.”

”Are you sure it's cold?” He used to say that it was wind chill and all diseases were wind chill, but then he said that it had changed, so he couldn't help but ask.

”It won't be wrong to return to the Emperor. Young Master Rong really isn't too bad.” When the imperial physician saw that the emperor didn't trust them, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

Xuan Ye nodded. ”All of you can leave. Listen to me at the door.”

After everyone had left, Xuan Ye turned around to look at Rong'er, hiding on the bed. Rong'er's cheeks were pink and her hair was casually scattered to her sides. A few strands of hair crawled onto her face to cover her eyes. Xuan Ye gently brushed them away and stroked the redness on her cheeks. Faint, ”Rong'er, how did you get sick? Will you get better soon? I really want you to talk to me. Rong'er, wake up quickly, okay? ” It was obvious that Rong'er didn't want to wake up. He didn't show any reaction at all to Xuan Ye's words. He looked at Rong'er as if he would never get tired of her and quietly waited. In the middle, Xiaoqing came in to fry some medicine, and Xuanye had Xiaoqing support Rong'er as he personally fed her.

Just as the hour was about to end, the voice of the consultant came from the door. After Zhang DeShun had been given up, the consultant was promoted to the position of head eunuch of the Palace. ”Your Majesty, it's already past the hour. You should return to the palace to rest.”

Time flies. Xuan Ye looked down at Rong'er again. Rong'er, who was in a coma, frowned slightly. It could be seen that he was still suffering from the illness in his sleep. One night was so quiet, but Xuan Ye actually felt that time passed by so quickly. It turned out that even a silent watchman wouldn't feel stuffy when he liked someone, right?

”Someone, come.” Xuan Ye called out, and Little Qing and Qiu E hurried in to receive their orders.

”Serve your master well. When Noble Lady Rong wakes up, send a message to us immediately.” Xuan Ye stood up and instructed.

”Your servant obeys the decree.” The two palace maids replied. Xuan Ye turned around and looked at Rong'er tenderly. ”Rong'er, rest well. I'll come see you tomorrow.” With that, he left the room, and from outside came the shouts of an advisor, ”The emperor is in command of the Palace.”

After Xuan Ye left, Xiao Qing used a wet towel to help Rong'er wipe her face and muttered: ”Big brother is gone, but the Emperor seems to have returned to master's side. Sigh, maybe the tragedy has turned into a good thing.

Qiu Er, who was at the side, couldn't help but say, ”That's right. Our master is so kind. I hope a good person will be rewarded.”