Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 60
Listening to the situation of the two of them, Fan Qingtian narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Get ready, I'll go see Yue Qing first."

"Your Majesty just woke up, it's not too late to eat something before going to see General Yue Qing." Bu Hai said with concern.

At this time, Mo Ziyuan also woke up faintly, opened his nimble eyes and suddenly saw Fan Qingtian who had already woken up, and immediately shouted excitedly, "Wow, mother, you woke up, that's great You're awake." Mo Ziyuan immediately threw himself into Fan Qingtian's arms, his voice full of worry and joy.

Rubbing Mo Ziyuan's head, Fan Qingtian said with a light smile, "I made you worry."

"As long as mother is well, Ziyuan is willing to do anything for mother..." Mo Ziyuan lay in Fan Qingtian's arms, his small hands tightly wrapped around Fan Qingtian's waist, his immature voice was extremely firm belief.

Seeing the touching scene in front of him, Bu Hai couldn't help but see the mist in his eyes, with a warm smile on his face.

Fan Qingtian smiled knowingly, then looked up at Bu Haidao, "Eunuch Hai, let's get some food first."

Hearing Yan Buhai rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, he responded happily, "Hey, I'm going to prepare now."

"There must be chicken legs." Seeing that Buhai was about to leave the room, Fan Qingtian added to Buhai.

"It's the king." Bu Hai responded with a smile.

After Bu Hai left, Mo Ziyuan raised his head and smiled brightly at Fan Qingtian, "Mother is so kind..."

Holding Mo Ziyuan's small body and leaning against him, Fan Qingtian smiled without saying a word.

Soon Buhai brought the sumptuous meal, and Fan Qingtian and Mo Ziyuan sat at the table and ate quietly.

Nibbling on the chicken leg, Mo Ziyuan's small mouth was covered with greasy, with a bright smile on his face.

Fan Qingtian finished his meal quietly, put down his chopsticks and waited for Mo Ziyuan to eat.

"Mother, I'm full." Rubbing his stuffed stomach, Mo Ziyuan said again with a satisfied face, "But the taste is not as good as Nuya's, but Ziyuan can eat with mother. Feel so happy."

With a chuckle, Fan Qingtian picked up the white towel beside the table, leaned over and gently wiped off the sticky rice grains and oil stains around Mo Ziyuan's mouth, and said lightly, "Are you sleepy?"

"En." Mo Ziyuan nodded with sleepiness in his eyes.

Picking up Mo Ziyuan, Fan Qingtian said lightly, "Then go to sleep."

"Mm, mother will accompany me..." Mo Ziyuan murmured, putting his arms around Fan Qingtian's neck, his eyelids drooping a little.

"En." Fan Qingtian responded and hugged Mo Ziyuan back to the bed.

Soon Mo Ziyuan fell into a deep sleep, Fan Qingtian covered Mo Ziyuan with a quilt, and said to Bu Hai, "Eunuch Hai, take care of Ziyuan, I'm going to see Yue Qing."

"Yes, the old servant obeys the order." Bu Hai replied respectfully, then waved his whisk at the little eunuch and ordered, "My father-in-law is not by the king's side, be smart and take good care of the king."

"Yes." The eunuch on the side replied nervously with his head down.

In the general's mansion, a simple room is hung with an ink landscape painting, which adds a touch of heroism to the room.

At this moment, the room was full of tension, and several maidservants knelt on the ground with their heads bowed, not daring to breathe, their bodies trembling slightly, obviously very scared.

Yue Qing lay pale on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

And standing beside the bed was a man wearing a purple dress with golden lines and moiré patterns. He had a fair face with exquisite and perfect features, and his resolute outline looked very soft. The conflict of contradictions made the man in front of him look different. different.

The man just stood quietly by the bed, looking harmless, but the kingly aura emanating from his body made the people present even more afraid.

Looking at the sleeping Yue Qing, Fan Qingtian frowned slightly, remembering that day when Yue Qing stood up and blocked the sword for her, a tinge of confusion arose in his heart, thankfully Yue Qing didn't die, otherwise she might Really feel guilty about this.

Looking at the doctor kneeling on the ground, Fan Qingtian asked indifferently, "How is General Yue Qing's injury?"

"Back, back to the king, although General Yue Qing has survived the crisis, but his injuries are not optimistic. General Yue Qing has been running a fever. If the fever does not subside in the past two days, I am afraid, I am afraid that his life is in danger." The doctor kneeling on the ground trembled. The one who reported the words did not dare to conceal Fan Qingtian at all.

Slightly raised his eyelids and looked at Fan Qingtian carefully, the doctor was terrified, deeply afraid that Fan Qingtian would kill him when he heard such news.

But after watching for a long time, there was no sign of anger on the king's face.

A flash of worry flashed in his eyes, and Fan Qingtian stretched out his hand to feel Yue Qing's pulse. As the doctor said, if Yue Qing's high fever continues, he may die.

Although Yue Qing was stabbed by the sword to avoid the vital point, but the blood loss was too much, and the high fever continued. I'm using force.

However, having read countless medical books, she still has a solution for such an injury, her eyes flickered slightly, Fan Qingtian planned to control Yue Qing's injury first, and was refining a few pills for Yue Qing to restore his injury.

Fan Qingtian waved his hand and said, "Bring a pen and paper."

Hearing Fan Qingtian's instructions, the housekeeper of the General's Mansion immediately responded, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Soon the butler brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, put them on the table beside him, and immediately knelt down again.

Fan Qingtian picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote the prescription on the rice paper.

Then he picked it up and handed it to the housekeeper and said, "According to this prescription, take the medicine, make a medicine for Yue Qing in the morning and evening, and take good care of General Yue."

Trembling, he carefully took the prescription written by Fan Qingtian, but the housekeeper was very shocked. His Majesty, he can also see a doctor. Is this true or false?
Looking at the prescription in his hand, the steward's eyes widened slightly. It was rumored that the king killed people like hemp, and he couldn't even write a single big character. However, the magnificent and good characters in his hand were written by the king himself.

This is completely different from the tyrant in the legend. Although they are kneeling here now, the king did not kill them, and he still cares about General Yue.

Although the rumor that the king can't write may be false, the evidence of the broken sleeve and murder is solid.

Thinking of this, the butler only had one answer, that is, the king really liked General Yue Qing, so he didn't want to kill the people in the general's mansion.

"Hey." The steward sighed in his heart, worrying about Yue Qing's future, he was so fierce that he could be liked by the king, and he didn't know whether it was General Yue Qing's luck or the king was blind.

No longer staying any longer, Fan Qingtian asked everyone to take good care of Yue Qing, and then left with his eunuch.

(End of this chapter)