Quickly wear the white moonlight: Your Majesty, hold on

Chapter 150 The Little Emperor ([-])
Murong Zui was ill in bed the next day.

Mo Xiaojiu invited a room full of imperial doctors, his breath was low.

Wen Qing also came after hearing the news, only panic remained on her calm face, she stared closely at the group of imperial doctors taking turns treating the unconscious Murong Zui, her face was a little pale: "What's going on?"

Mo Xiaojiu's eyes were slightly red: "I don't know, I woke up this morning and wanted to call Yan'er to court, but found that I couldn't wake up."

Wen Qing took a deep breath, calmed down all kinds of emotions, and said in a deep voice: "Where is the dark guard?"

What she asked was the hidden guard beside Murong Zui.

A hidden guard suddenly appeared and knelt down on one knee.

"Did Your Majesty have anything unusual last night?"

To Wen Qing's question, the dark guard replied coldly: "No, last night His Majesty fell asleep after chatting with the Empress Empress. The doctor was called."

There is no doubt about the loyalty of the hidden guard to the imperial family, Wen Qing knew very well that what he said was true, waved him back annoyedly, and continued to wait for the diagnosis and treatment of the imperial doctors.

The dark light in Mo Xiaojiu's eyes flashed away. Of course they knew that there was always a shadow guard following to protect Murong Zui, so they hinted and erased part of his memory.

The imperial doctors quickly sent a representative out.

Cheng Lin broke out in a little sweat on his forehead: "The queen mother, the queen, your majesty, he, he..."

"Speak well!" Wen Qing lowered his face, showing the majesty of the superior, "What's wrong with Yan'er?"

Cheng Lin wiped off his sweat, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty's pulse and heartbeat are getting slower and slower. If it continues at this speed... at most, it will stop completely tomorrow!"

"What's the reason!" Wen Qing almost lost his footing in a daze, "Find out the reason for me and cure Yan'er!"

Mo Xiaojiu supported her, with a sad expression: "Mother's queen..."

Cheng Lin suddenly knelt on the ground: "The ministers are helpless!"

All the imperial doctors knelt down in unison: "The ministers are helpless!"

Before Wen Qing got angry, Mo Xiaojiu became angry first: "How do you know that you are helpless before you have tried your best to treat him? Do everything you can to save His Majesty's life! Hurry up!"

A group of imperial doctors stumbled back to the dragon couch, studying strategies with trepidation.

Wen Qing's chest heaved violently a few times before he glared at Mo Xiaojiu: "Yesterday, Zhao Yan'er was fine, what's going on?"

Mo Xiaojiu's eyes were red, and he choked with sobs: "Your Majesty was well all the time before going to bed last night, how could you know this morning..."

"Check it out for me! Who did His Majesty contact with yesterday and what did he do? Check it out for me!"

"Yes!"

The court lady and consul next to Wen Qing reminded in a low voice: "Queen Mother, the time for the morning court is almost here."

Wen Qing called the chief eunuch who had been waiting in a cold voice: "Eunuch Du, please go and announce that His Majesty is ill and today's morning meeting is cancelled."

"Yes." Eunuch Du retreated slowly, and then strode away.

Cheng Lin's startled voice sounded: "Your Majesty is awake!"

Wen Qing and Mo Xiaojiu hurried forward.

Murong Zui's eyes were dim and his face was pale. It was very difficult for him to open his mouth: "Mother... Chang Yue..."

Wen Qing stepped forward and grabbed his little hand, as strong as her, tears could not help but fall down: "Yan'er, don't be afraid, the imperial doctor will definitely cure you!"

He smiled weakly: "Mother, I seem to have seen my father."

"Don't talk nonsense, your father doesn't want to see you yet." She held his hand tightly, and she let it go quickly for fear of hurting him. Empress Dowager."

"I dreamed about my father last night. He said that he was really lonely by himself, and asked me to accompany him." He spoke seriously, and his eyes even brightened a little because of it.

All the pots are given to the first emperor.

(End of this chapter)