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Chapter 268 The Tyrant Needs Me to Shun Mao 14
It was not until Chen Shi that Murong Li left.

After the person left, Yan Ge put all the silk threads into the box, put the veil embroidered with dragon claws on the bed, and then asked Qingyi to tell the palace attendant to prepare for a bath.

About half an hour later, after taking a bath, Yan Ge was drying his long wet hair while holding a bowl, drinking the herbal soup for body conditioning.

When she finished her last sip and was about to put down the bowl, a young eunuch came to the bedroom suddenly and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty suddenly fell ill. The Empress Dowager asked all the ladies in the palace to copy the Lotus Sutra a hundred times to pray for His Majesty."

Hearing this, only a crisp sound was heard.

Yan Singer's empty bowl fell to the ground and was torn apart.

Onset?

Aren't you all right in the morning?

The effect of chronic poison can't be so violent!
Is it—

The hanging heart fell back to its original position in an instant, Yan Ge smiled slightly, "Understood, you step back."

The little eunuch saluted respectfully, then left quickly.

After picking up the debris on the ground and dealing with this small piece of mess, Sandalwood carefully asked Yan Ge about her doubts: "Princess, could it be that the queen mother is attacking you again?"

Yan Ge shook his head with a smile, and said calmly, "The Empress Dowager will not use such tricks to embarrass anyone. Your Majesty may be really sick."

Sandalwood frowned slightly, feeling that Yan Ge's words were a bit strange.

"Okay." Seeing her expression of racking her brains, Yan Ge pointed her forehead, "Go and prepare paper, ink, brush and inkstone for me, and copy the Lotus Sutra for Your Majesty."

Sandalwood pursed her lips, and hummed dissatisfiedly: "If copying the Lotus Sutra is useful, why do you need an imperial doctor? The Queen Mother is just torturing people."

Standing beside her, Qing Yi elbowed her and said sharply, "You talk too much, can't you improve your memory?"

As she said that, she pulled the sandalwood with her mouth pursed and walked out.

Looking at the figures of the two little girls, Yan Ge shook his head helplessly and sighed softly.

However, the moment the voice just fell - a low and cold voice suddenly came from behind Yan Ge, with a sense of constriction.

"How dare you embroider dragon claws on a handkerchief?"

Hearing the sound, Yan Ge turned around in astonishment, only to see that the tyrant who was supposed to be sick was safe and sound, and could even be called alive and well, sitting beside the bed, holding the handkerchief she embroidered, and staring intently at him with deep eyes. looking at her.

The golden dragon pattern on the Xuanyi is domineering and majestic, outlining the emperor's lean body and setting off his chilling imperial majesty.

Yan Ge got up slowly, walked slowly towards the tyrant who was staring at her, and asked softly, "Why is Your Majesty here?"

Slimming his dark eyes, Quan Xiao curled up his thin lips, and smiled indifferently, "Shouldn't the princess be concerned about the health of my dragon body?"

Yan Ge stared at him for a while, raised his hand and took the handkerchief embroidered with golden dragon claws away from Quan Xiao's hand, pinched it with his fingertips and started playing with it.

"You can come to the concubine's bedroom quietly. Even if you are sick, it is not serious. Naturally, the concubine is not so worried."

The little girl has a pampered appearance, with a bit of soft and glutinous coquettish feeling.

Quan Xiao stared at her for a few seconds, then said coldly: "Stop playing with your veil, look at me."

"Oh."

Yan Ge raised his head obediently, his eyes were bright, and he looked at Quan Xiao without blinking, as if in a daze, but also as if he was looking too seriously.

Quan Xiao just let her look at it like this, with an unclear gloom flickering in the bottom of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)