Empress Chongxilong who became a sick and weak emperor

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When Song Yan was about to leave, the little tiger kept pulling at the weeds on one side, and while pulling, turned around and howled softly around Song Yan.

Song Yan thought that the little tiger wanted to eat raw meat again, but it turned out not to be the case. After being taken to the place covered by weeds, Song Yan discovered that there was a thin layer of rocks, and the important thing was that there was a layer of thick and thick on the crispy rocks. Reiki, means there is something underneath.

Still have aura.

This world is barren, but the jade used as decoration plays the role of storing aura.Song Yan knocked off the thin skin with her fingers, and sure enough, a shallow layer of jade surface was exposed inside, which was complete and flawless without cracks.

Song Yan doesn't really need this kind of jade to obtain spiritual power anymore, if he didn't meet His Majesty, he might still collect some for emergencies.

But now, with Ziqi doing his part to make comparisons, these can only be used to the extent that he still thinks it's a mouthful.

A bit disgusting.

Song Yan patted the little tiger on the head: "You are really your father's big boy, and you even counted the money after being sold!"

The little tiger couldn't understand, and when he saw the man, he turned back and forth excitedly, his short legs hopped and hopped, tirelessly.

Song Yan put down the mark and cast a blind eye. It's time for him to consider turning this place into his back garden.

There is a grove of purple bamboo on this mountain top, which can be cut down to build a bamboo house, open up an open space, and grow some green vegetables. Taoyuan is nothing more than that, let alone add a majesty.

Song Yan picked up the little tiger and walked towards the capital.

As the capital of Daxing, the capital is naturally full of traffic and the heavenly officials on the ground, which does not have a prosperous scene, but at the same time Daxing is still frugal, and most of the people's clothes are simple and friendly.

Song Yan turned into an ordinary person, and followed a sugar painting artist to become a one-stop train.

The sugar painter asked: "Mr. Wang painted it for his wife, right? What is it painted? Why can't I see it?"

Song Yan wondered how she would recognize him if she had never seen a dragon before, but he was very good-tempered at the moment: "Yes, the one made for my wife is a dragon."

The sugar painting man stopped talking, and a worm was entangled with strings on it. It couldn't be called a dragon no matter what.

But he was a little scruples about the piece of silver that Lang Jun gave casually, and he opened his mouth to praise: "Lang Jun's painting skills are superb, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

This is for His Majesty, of course he has to be careful. After finishing the painting, Song Yan personally wrapped it with the most expensive oil paper to be satisfied.

When they returned to the palace, it was already afternoon, and Song Yan flew directly to the Hall of Mental Cultivation with the slightly slumped little tiger, and appeared only after unlocking the invisibility technique in the corner of the hall.

Song Yan wanted to catch a little eunuch and ask where His Majesty was, but as soon as he appeared, the little eunuch's face turned pale, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground, the basin in his hand tilted, and the dregs inside Dirt spilled all over the place.

Song Yan recognized this little eunuch as Wang Fu's apprentice, so naturally this eunuch also knew the queen.

Song Yan stared at the blood splashed on the ground, his expression became bad all of a sudden, and he became serious. He couldn't help but increase his strength, and he didn't react until the little tiger screamed, and then suddenly grabbed the little eunuch's clothes with all his strength. The leader restrained himself and asked, "Where is Your Majesty?"

Wang Fu and his disciples are all serving His Majesty, and will not and cannot meddle in other people's affairs, so this pot of blood belongs to His Majesty?

But how come, he obviously fed some of his blood to His Majesty.

No one knows the effect of dragon blood better than him.

The little eunuch didn't know that he met the queen here, and before His Majesty passed out, he said not to spread the news, so Eunuch Wang Fu closed the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and only called the imperial doctor, but he didn't even send any news from the Jiaofang Hall.

The little eunuch tacitly agreed that Song Yan learned that the news was blocked by his master, and quickly confessed: "The slave is guilty, this blood, this blood is indeed His Majesty's, and now His Majesty..."

Song Yan let go of the little eunuch before he finished speaking, and made the little eunuch stagger with all his strength.The little tiger in his hand may have also sensed the impetuousness on Song Yan's body, and his amber transparent eyes stopped barking, and his body movements were much smaller.

Song Yan half-throwed and half-handed the little tiger given to His Majesty to the little eunuch. Now His Majesty can only lie down in the palace. He walked to the largest room where the palace people came in and out. The sound of blessing.

But when the little eunuch wrapped his robe around the little tiger and looked up again, the queen had already gone far away, walking in a hurry, so he and the little tiger stared at each other.

Song Yan strode in: "Where's Your Majesty?" His eyes swept across the sides, and he walked towards the unconscious person on the dragon couch before listening to the replies from the people around him.

Xu Huaiqing's breath was as thin as paper, and his stature was also thin. A slight movement seemed to kill him. He was very quiet, and his face was even paler than usual.

Alarmed by Song Yan, Wang Fu knelt on the ground with a swipe: "Queen!"

Then, a group of imperial doctors in the room were mobilized to kneel together: "I have seen the queen."

There are many imperial doctors in the room, and some of them are not afraid of the atmosphere in the room that almost condenses on their faces. They raised their heads slightly to see the Empress Chongxi, but they met the masculine man's peripheral vision.

Song Yan was impatient to meet these people who made small moves, and she was so restless in His Majesty's place. It is not difficult to know how perfunctory she is usually, but a huge hostility suddenly rose in her heart.

Song Yan kicked a young imperial physician at her feet: "Get out!"

He confiscated all his strength, and immediately kicked the imperial physician with chest tightness, shortness of breath, broken ribs, and rolling on the ground with out of breath.

The Holy Majesty's body is getting worse day by day, and even in the later period, he doesn't like to summon the imperial physician for pulse diagnosis. The imperial physician has already sentenced him to death in private. This is already a tacit secret of everyone.

That's why there are people who fish in troubled waters, so much so that they wantonly provoke in this Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The rest of the guilty people who were not confronted by Song Yan suddenly sweated coldly. Why did the queen's eyes look so terrifying, as if she had encountered the most terrifying beast.

"Queen forgive me." The rising and falling voices sounded intermittently, but Song Yan's eyes were no longer on them.

Wang Fu, who was kneeling beside him, glanced inadvertently, and deeply remembered the face of the master criminal in the hall.

Before Song Yan came, Wang Fu was the person who had the most right to speak besides His Majesty. He kept a low profile, but it didn't mean he was easy to talk about.

Song Yan snorted coldly: "Everyone go out."

Wang Fu bowed his head first: "Yes."

The imperial physician and the servants withdrew one after another to guard outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and then two powerful eunuchs appeared to drag the imperial physician down who was kicked down by Song Yan, and finally Wang Fu withdrew.

After Wang Fu came out, facing the sun, he straightened his back slightly, and said to the little eunuch beside him, "Go and invite the people from the Punishment Department."

The little eunuch responded, and quickly slipped out from beside him.

Then Wang Fu casually said to the people in the yard: "The miscellaneous family is His Majesty's man, speaking is equivalent to His Majesty, no one will deny it."

All the people were silent. Normally, the weight of a eunuch's speech would not be so heavy, and it was to the point where others could avoid it.

But Wang Fu is different. He is weak today, so he carried out an incomprehensible decentralization of power, and Wang Fu is the biggest beneficiary.He got His Majesty's permission, holding the imperial palace guards in his hands, and also produced a group of young eunuchs who can punch and kick. Under such circumstances, a five-year-old child knows who can't be offended.

What's more, Wang Fu has a small stomach and chicken intestines, and his methods are also ruthless.

Wang Fu continued to use his tone and said slowly: "Then since no one denies it, everyone must agree. In this case, the eyes of miscellaneous people can't be mixed with sand and bugs. If you dare to show off and fool around before Your Majesty, you should know the consequences. What. Can you understand what the miscellaneous said?"

There was a moment of silence in the yard, and then they said in unison: "Understood."

Wang Fu was satisfied: "Then please ask the Department of Punishment to come and clean up the bugs."

He had asked someone to invite the Department of Punishment, but now it seemed like he was discussing it.

Wang Fu is a man of brains, otherwise he would not be entrusted with important tasks by His Majesty. He has long wanted to pull out the weeds in the Tai Hospital. It's not that he couldn't see it, but he didn't dare to move it.His Majesty's body went up and down, and there was never a stable moment. He didn't like to make big moves, and he didn't have the time to take care of such things.

But now, although His Majesty is vomiting blood, his condition has indeed stabilized, and he will be fine for a while.

That's why he dared to bring out the imperial physician instead of staying with His Majesty all the time.

On the other side, Song Yan didn't dare to move His Majesty, found a dagger and a porcelain bowl in the room, and then sat on the floor beside the bed.

Song Yan always knew that his dragon's blood was a good thing, and everything was very precious, but now, Song Yanli cut a gash on his arm, and the blood trickled out and dripped into the porcelain bowl.

Song Yan thought blankly, is it enough, or should I add more?

After collecting a bowl, Song Yan guessed it was enough before stopping, ready to feed it to His Majesty, after all, His Majesty coughed up such a big pot of blood.Song Yan checked Xu Huaiqing's body, there was no wound on his body, it could only be vomited out;

This is called making up for what is lacking.

Song Yan carefully helped Xu Huaiqing up, hugged her in her arms, and leaned the porcelain bowl to His Majesty's mouth.

Xu Huaiqing's lips were tightly pursed, if it wasn't for the fact that his sleepy appearance was so real, Song Yan would have thought he was awake.

Xu Huaiqing didn't open his mouth, his lips were stained with blood, Song Yan was a little helpless, he put his fingers on His Majesty's lips, and slightly pressed out two marks, His Majesty at this time was very obedient and let him manipulate.

Song Yan twisted it twice, then pinched His Majesty's lips, and then made a hollow in his mouth, and slowly poured it in.

If it weren't for the fear that His Majesty would wake up and ask him to settle accounts with Qiu Hou, Song Yan would never have treated him so politely.

Song Yan took time and effort to feed, and every time His Majesty took a mouthful, he would coax the sleeping person to swallow it, babbling until His Majesty's throat rolled before taking another mouthful.

Song Yan broke out in a sweat before finally feeding a bowl of dragon's blood clean.

He put His Majesty down smoothly, lay on the bed, and then took the dagger and porcelain bowl away.The dagger was depleted of blood and returned to its original position, and the porcelain bowl was crushed into pieces by him.

When Song Yan packed up and returned to the dragon couch, His Majesty had already woken up.

Sitting on the bed, Xu Huaiqing stretched out his tongue and licked his lips unconsciously, revealing a look of aftertaste, not a strange smell, but a sense of deja vu.

At this time, his face was rosy, and his eyebrows and eyes were much more vivid.The beauty raised her sleeves and wiped her lips. When she met Song Yan, her eyes lit up for a moment, and then said calmly, "Queen, why are you here? Where is Wang Fu?"

Song Yan's eyes fell on Xu Huaiqing, and he couldn't see anything else. He complained: "Wang Fu is dealing with people, why did your majesty lie to me when he passed out?"

Don't think that he can't see it, the startled look of the little eunuch is clearly trying to hide it from him.

If he hadn't been interested in coming to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, maybe he wouldn't know it now.

Xu Huaiqing's expression was unnatural, and he couldn't understand why he had to specifically order not to tell the queen.

He softened his brows and eyes in surprise, and with a smile on his lips, he answered irrelevantly: "My body is sore and swollen, as if someone has run over me."