The rebirth of the poisonous concubine is charming and sweet

Chapter 1102 Feeling Hollowed Out

I don't want to wait any longer!
With an apologetic expression on his face, Han Zhao bowed his hunched waist: "Your Highness, you should go with the old servant first. Your Majesty is in a hurry and is waiting to see you after you have been in trouble for so many days!"

What should come will always come, and it cannot be avoided.

Su Luo nodded to Wei Shu, smiled and said, "Your Highness, go, I'll wait for you in the mansion!"

Wei Shu raised his hand, touched her slightly cold cheek, turned around and left the palace with Han Zhao.

He didn't even have time to change his clothes and take a sip of hot tea.

After leaving the mansion and getting into the carriage, Wei Shu started coughing violently.

Through the curtain of the carriage, Han Zhao was terrified. When the cough subsided, he asked cautiously, "Your Highness, are you all right? Isn't your cough much better? Why are you listening..."

A man's weak voice came from inside the carriage: "It's okay, I can't die!"

Han Zhao wanted to say a few more words of concern, but seeing the silence in the carriage, he could only shut up, and whispered to the coachman and the people below to walk more slowly.

Anyway, according to Yue Huang's order, I brought it here as soon as I saw it.

As for the details of the speed, Yue Huang can't pursue it like this.

In fact, Wei Shu coughed violently after seeing Su Luo's carriage leave that day, and then passed out directly.

He suffered internal injuries during the blasting, and he got up from the sick bed because he wanted to see Su Luo as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, Shuangsu Shuangfei could not succeed, but was forcibly separated when the door was closed.

Under worry and remorse, he vomited a big mouthful of blood and passed out.

He was in a coma for three days before waking up.

The situation is very bad.

At this time, Su Luo was already on the road non-stop, Wei Shu refused to listen to persuasion, and insisted on chasing him.

All the way is on horseback.

He set off two days behind, but returned to Yecheng only one night late. One can imagine the speed at which he dragged his sick body along the way.

At the gate of the palace, Han Zhao yelled a few words in a low voice, but there was no response.

Jiang Yang stepped forward and gently raised the curtain.

Wei Shu tilted his head, leaned on the soft pillow, frowned slightly, and fell asleep just like that.

Jiang Yang said with a distressed face: "Our Highness is very sick, but we still rushed back all the way fast, and didn't take much rest at night. I'm afraid we can't bear it now."

This is how to do.

Your Majesty is waiting to see you.

Han Zhao was in a dilemma when Wei Shu slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were cold and dull.

He took out the handkerchief, covered his lips and coughed in a low voice for a while, his eyes were red and watery, and he was extremely delicate: "Let's go!"

From the carriage all the way to the imperial study, his coughing has not stopped.

Several times, Han Zhao saw the red blood on his handkerchief.

This does not seem to be the case as expected.

Your Highness doesn't look very good!

Han Zhao's heart twitched.

Yuehuang suffered from a stroke, and his legs and feet are already inconvenient. He is now sitting in a wheelchair, but the salivation has been relieved after treatment.

Wei Shu coughed as he entered the imperial study, and was slightly taken aback when he saw Emperor Yue sitting in a wheelchair.

He hadn't cared about it before, and he didn't ask Yue Huang how he got the news.

After all, he didn't have deep feelings for this father.

He suppressed the cough in his chest and lungs, walked to the opposite of Emperor Yue and knelt down: "I see Father, is Father still in good health?"

"Snapped……"

A heavy sound resounded throughout the imperial study room.

On Wei Shu's fair and thin face, there was a clear palm print.

Yue Huang's excited chest heaved and heaved, and his saliva dripped: "You don't care if I'm doing well, I'm like this now, you're all angry!"

"You unfilial son, you are so bold that you want to get rid of the golden cicada's shell!" Yue Huang picked up the crutch next to the wheelchair and smashed it on Wei Shu's head and body, "Do you think that I must be you? You must be the one!" !"

The crutches are made of agarwood, all kinds of agarwood.

Yue Huang exhausted all his strength and smashed his head and face.

Wei Shu held his breath, his whole face flushed as if he was about to bleed.

He didn't want to cough it up.

It was like showing weakness to the person in front of him.

He doesn't want to!
"You talk, you talk!" Yue Huang angrily reprimanded while smashing, "You tell me, what do you think?"

Wei Shu raised his eyes and looked at Yue Huang with cold eyes.

This gaze was too cold and indifferent, causing Empress Yue to recite a shock, and subconsciously stopped the movements of her hands.

The man opened his mouth, with a cold tone: "It was the father who forced this minister, and this minister does not want to marry the third lady of the Liu family!"

He was holding his breath and was unwilling to give in, but when he said this, the cough in his chest and lungs could no longer be suppressed, and it came overwhelming.

Pressing his slender fingers on his chest, he coughed continuously.

The whole person coughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, bent like a fully drawn bow.

"evil creature!"

The Emperor Yue roared angrily, only to feel his brain buzzing, "Don't pretend to be pitiful for me, I won't accept such a thing now!"

With all his strength, he slammed Wei Shu's back hard with his cane.

"puff……"

Wei Shu spat out a big mouthful of blood, then his eyes turned black, he couldn't hold on anymore, and passed out.

A lot of warm blood was sprayed on the back of Yuehuang's hand.

With a dazed expression, he stabbed Wei Shu who had fainted on the ground with his cane: "King Huan, King Huan..."

Nothing happens.

Yue Huang's face became flustered: "Xiao Shu, Xiao Shu..."

Han Zhao came in with tea, and seeing this scene, he was so frightened that the teacup in his hand fell to the ground, the boiling hot tea was so hot that he didn't notice it, but ran forward quickly to check Wei Shu's aura.

Still angry!
"Prince doctor, little Fuzi, go and call for the doctor immediately!" Emperor Yue was confused, but Han Zhao calmed down, "Come here, please help His Highness King Huan to the soft couch, the ground is cold!"

When the imperial physician was rushing over, Han Zhao happened to wipe off the blood on Wei Shu's face.

During this time, he had already told His Majesty what Jiang Yang had said before.

His Royal Highness King Huan was indeed seriously injured in the mine. He had been in a coma for several days before, and had desperately rushed back to Yecheng.

Emperor Yue was dubious.

This son is used to pretending to be pitiful and acting, maybe he wants to win his sympathy in this way.

You can't follow his way so easily.

It wasn't until the imperial physician came to take the pulse, and after looking around for about a cup of tea, he said solemnly: "Your Highness is really in poor health, and there are signs of exhaustion and lamp burnt!"

What?
Only then did Emperor Yue panic.

How can you run out of fuel at such a young age!

The doctor is explaining.

Wei Shu's physical condition has always been poor, and every time he improves a little bit, something goes wrong.

Although the stab wounds and smallpox I suffered before were healed, the foundation of my body was damaged. This time, the mine collapsed and caused internal injuries. I have been on the road almost without sleep for the past few days, and my body is still hollowed out now...

(End of this chapter)