The concubine is haunted, my lord, please pay attention

Royal Palace.

Eunuch Yu quickly walked into Qianqing Palace: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Third Prince has something urgent to see you!"

Emperor Yun Le raised his head from a stack of memorials, and glanced at him with displeasure in his eyes: "Why are you so reckless?"

Just as Eunuch Yu was about to speak, a gust of wind blew by, and a figure fell in front of him.

Yun Qingmin knelt down on one knee: "See the emperor, long live the emperor, long live the emperor!"

Yun Le frowned slightly, looked at him, and said lightly: "Ping body."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yun Qingmin got up and looked directly at the current Holy Majesty: "Your Majesty, I have something to ask for!"

"Come on, why are you in such a hurry?" He lowered his head again and continued to approve the memorial.

"I beg the emperor to give the fairy grass to me!"

"Oh?" Yun Le gave him a surprised look, and after a while, he replied: "Then, Qingmin, you know, I can't give it to you for nothing."

Yun Qingmin lowered her head, without hesitation: "I am willing to let everyone in the 'palace' be at the emperor's mercy for a year!"

"Everyone? One year?" Yun Le raised his eyebrows, put down the memorial in his hand, put one hand on the table, propped his chin, and looked at him with interest.

Startled, Eunuch Yu looked up at Yun Qingmin.

"Yes, once a word is spoken, it is hard to follow."

"Okay!" Yun Le chuckled lightly and waved his hands: "Eunuch Yu, go and give the Immortal Spirit Grass to the Third Prince."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Yun Qingmin raised her eyes and knelt down on one knee: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Everyone, one year, I think it's worth it." Yun Le looked at him, and after a while, he lowered his head and continued to write the memorial: "Go on."

"My minister retire."

**

Yun Qingmin carefully held a bowl of medicine, sat by the bed, took a sip, leaned down, and covered Guo Yixue's cold lips with her lips.

How could the already cold body swallow.

After a long time, he straightened up.

Her lips parted slightly, and all the concoction flowed out from the corners of her mouth without leaving a single drop.

"Liangzi..."

His black eyes were slightly red, and the hand holding the small handkerchief trembled violently. He slowly wiped away the medicinal juice from her mouth, took a deep breath, took another sip, and covered her lips.

Same, it all came out.

Guo Yixue still couldn't drink a little until the whole bowl of medicine was about to run out.

A pair of black eyes slowly lost their brilliance.

"Liangzi... just drink a little... drink a little... okay... this medicine is not bitter... I put a lot of rock sugar in it... Liangzi... just a little... okay..."

He squeezed her hand, choking.

After a while, he took all the little medicine left in the bowl in his mouth, leaned down, and covered her lips again.

Useless.

Still it all came out.

"Liangzi..." He lay on top of her, his shoulders trembling slightly: "Liangzi...don't leave me...don't go..."

Che Shuo stood at the door, turned his head away, and looked at the blue sky.

If it wasn't for the Bing Xin Pill, Guo Yixue's body would have been corrupted long ago.

Now, it was the third day since she passed away, and Bing Xin Wan could only last for seven days.

Dead man, how can he drink medicine...

Master... Immortal Spirit Grass... isn't it for drinking?

His eyes flashed, and he walked back to the room.

**

A big wooden barrel.

It was filled with black potion.

Che Shuo was driven out of the room by Yun Qingmin, Yun Qingmin carefully took off Guo Yixue's clothes, the scars on her body were still there, it made his heart throb with pain.

He picked her up and slowly put her into the wooden barrel. After her body stopped slipping, he massaged her body lightly or heavily with both hands, non-stop.

"Liangzi, are you comfortable? If it hurts...you have to say..." He lowered his head, pressed it intently, opened and closed his lips, and kept talking: "Liangzi, if the water is too cold, you have to say it... ...Ryoko, if you feel uncomfortable, you have to say..."

After a long time, he took out the ointment that was put aside, took her hand gently with one hand, dipped some ointment in the other hand, and spread it on her wound: "Liangzi, this is Jinchuang ointment, it is very effective, it is Xian The concubine gave it to her, and she said it would not leave scars... Liangzi, Concubine Xian gave birth to a little boy, but it is definitely not as good as our child... Liangzi, I haven't seen our baby yet, wake up quickly, we Let's go to see..."

He spoke softly.

Che Shuo stood guard outside the door, his hands clenched into fists, and his eyes fell into the distance without focus.

**

Outside the room, Che Shuo knocked on the door: "It's ok, don't soak for too long."

"kindness."

Inside the room, Yun Qingmin carefully carried Guo Yixue out of the barrel, took a dry cloth in her hand, and slowly wiped off the water droplets on her body, and then helped her put on clothes one by one.

When he was done, he supported her again, letting her lean against him, while he held a dry cloth and helped her dry her long hair: "Liangzi, your hair is still so soft...Liangzi, have you seen...it hasn't changed at all?" No, it's black, soft and long..."

He said in a low voice, his black eyes looked at her expressionless face, and they blushed slightly.

**

Yi Ran gently put the sleeping little girl into the shaker, and after a while, she breathed a sigh of relief, stepped lightly, and walked out of the room.

"Hey, this little girl doesn't have the strength to cry, but she can be very noisy. When she grows up, she has such a temper, tsk tsk..." Yiran walked up to Wen Beiyao, and poked the little boy in his arms. The baby's cheek: "This is black charcoal, much darker than that little girl."

Wen Beiyao grinned: "It's okay, a man, he should have darker skin."

Lianhua held a plate full of food, lowered her head, her eyes were red: "The prince and the medical sage don't eat."

"These two people..." Wen Beiyao shook his head: "Let them go, they won't die anyway."

Yi Ran hugged the little boy in his arms into her arms: "Poor children, Daddy doesn't want you anymore."

The little wolf cub limped around in circles around them, howling softly from time to time: "Wow..."

Wen Beiyao looked at the little wolf cub and shook his head again.

In the end, I still had to ask a veterinarian to help the little wolf cub look at the wound, go to Cheshuo, and always say 'I can't die for now' and ignore them.

Lianhua sobbed softly: "The servant saw... saw the prince crying..."

Wen Beiyao was taken aback, turned his head to look at the sky, and sighed softly, "Let me go and see him."

Yi Ran pursed her lips, her eyes were slightly red, "Be careful yourself, don't say anything that irritates him."

"Well, I have a measure."

**

Wen Beiyao nodded to Cheshuo who was standing outside the door, then opened the door and walked in: "Qingmin."

Yun Qingmin turned her back to him, buried her face in Guo Yixue's hands, her shoulders trembled slightly.

"Qingmin..." He paused, as if he didn't see it, and walked forward. When he saw Guo Yixue's pale face, he paused again. After a while, he finally smiled implicatively: "The third princess looks much better."

What's better, she's still so pale, like a corpse... By the way, she was originally a...corpse.

"Really?" He raised his head, his black eyes looked expectantly at Guo Yixue's face, and after a while, he smiled in a trance: "Yeah, it's much better..."