pungent peasant girl

Chapter 560 Who Is That?

Daoist Liu Yuan was not surprised at all. He took out something like a joss stick from his bosom and lit it with a torch.

The incense candle emits a very clear fragrance.

"Hold it." The incense candle was handed to Xin Zhao.

Daoist Liu Yuan took out another pack of gold needles.

Golden needle travels.

Sure enough, Wei Mingru slowly stopped babbling, and at the same time slowly opened his eyes.

He opened his eyes, the first person he saw was Daoist Liu Yuan, he suddenly smiled, "Daoist, are you here?"

Wei Mingru rarely smiled.

For some reason, he just smiled.

Daoist Liu Yuan stood up, "Your Majesty, I'm fine now."

"It's fine, it's fine, it's fine." Wei Mingru took a deep breath, looked at the golden bed curtain beside him, and closed his eyes again.

It seems to go back and reminisce about something.

Mo Geyi took two steps forward, "Daozhang, what's going on, Your Majesty?"

"It's nothing, the emperor just has some old illnesses, and this time it just broke out."

"There will be nothing wrong after that?"

Mo Geyi's question made Daoist Liu Yuan pause for a while.

He has always disliked lying.

Wei Mingru also heard this sentence, "Hehe, what can happen to me, I really know my body, right, Daoist?"

Of course, Daoist Liu Yuan understood the implication in these words.

"Well, as long as the emperor takes a good rest, he will be better."

The answer was somewhat vague.

Concubine Liu Xian also wanted to ask something.

Daoist Liu Yuan has already turned around and walked to the table, "Pimpedao writes some prescriptions, and the emperor will eat and eat, and it should be better. But the emperor must remember that no matter what happens next, don't have too much emotion ups and downs."

"I know."

Daoist Liu Yuan wrote a few strokes, and put them on the table after finishing writing.

Doctor Fang stood up and took a look, frowning slightly into a Sichuan character.

"The emperor should take a good rest, everyone else should go back too." Liu Yuandao said.

"Hehe, that's right, then you all should retreat first, it's enough for me to be here." Mo Geyi smiled and said to the people around him.

"The concubine should also stay and take care of the emperor." Concubine Liu Xian approached anxiously.

"Forget it, Sister Xianfei, it is enough for the emperor to have me alone."

"But--"

"Why, don't you listen to Bengong?" There was an obvious threat in the slightly teasing tone.

Concubine Liu Xian paused, "Okay, that concubine also resigned."

Concubine Liu Xian stepped down, and other ministers also stepped down.

Meng Qianyan looked at Luo Ziyan, who extended a hand to her.

They also walked out of the bedroom door.

People are gone.

The bedroom became empty and quiet.

Wei Mingru closed his eyes, probably resting his mind.

Mo Geyi moved closer to his side, "Your Majesty, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

"No need, Empress, you can go back to Chaofeng Hall."

"Your majesty, my concubine wants to stay and take good care of you. You are sick. There are many things that my concubine has to take care of, and I have to discuss it with the emperor, right?"

"Hehehe." Wei Mingru smiled faintly, "Queen, I know what you are thinking."

"emperor."

"You're thinking, in case I go west, whose throne is it?"

"Your majesty, how can you say that, the concubine is also—"

Wei Mingru raised his hand, signaling Mo Ge not to continue, "Don't worry, queen, I know what I will do. Your existence is really important to Dahe's stable development. And Wei Yan is our child."

There was a gleam of light in Mo Geyi's eyes, and he wanted to say something more.

Wei Mingru said again: "Go out, anyway, you don't really care about my life or death, I won't die so easily."

Wei Mingru persisted.

Mo Geyi stood up, "Okay, my concubine will leave. However, your majesty, this concubine has one more thing that I want to ask your majesty about."

"Say."

"Your Majesty, who is Miss Rong? Do you want to find this person? This concubine can help you find her."

"Hehehe, what Rongmei, without this person, the queen should not worry too much, I seem to have had a very long dream. Step back, queen!"

Wei Mingru's voice became three points colder.

Mo Ge didn't want to ask any more questions, so he also left Chaofeng Hall.

The carriage was driving leisurely on the noisy road.The common people outside are very lively, each busy with their own livelihood.

None of them knew what was going on in the court yet.

Meng Qianyan leaned on the carriage of the carriage, a little tired, his brows were wrinkled and wrinkled.

"Don't think about it, let's go back and rest first." Luo Ziyan said.

"No. Ziyan, I always feel weird about some things."

"What's so weird?"

"Father." Meng Qianyan tilted his head to the other side, "Ziyan, Father seems to be calling someone's name. I seem to think that this name looks like Second Uncle."

Luo Ziyan was helpless, and stroked Meng Qianyan's beautiful hair with his broad palm, "What are you thinking about? What is it called Rong, what is Furong, isn't it everywhere in the street, of course it is—"

Before Luo Ziyan finished speaking, he stopped suddenly.

"Cold Hibiscus."

The two spoke in unison.

But soon, Meng Qianyan denied it in disbelief, "No way? Ziyan."

"There shouldn't be such a coincidence." Luo Ziyan looked at the street outside, and suddenly felt indescribable.

Meng Qianyan gritted his teeth, "Ziyan, do you want us to test Leng Furong?"

"Is that appropriate?"

"In case it's really her, Daoist Liu Yuan also said that the life of the emperor will not be too long. If he really has any obsessions, why don't we—"

Luo Ziyan nodded, "Coachman, change direction."

Furong Pavilion is always quiet.

The women here are exceptionally well mannered.

No matter how troubled the world is outside.

Leng Furong was in a backyard, tending a few flowers and plants, sighing helplessly, "People in the Central Plains all grow flowers, and they don't know how to do them. It seems that these flowers are going to die in my hands."

"No way." A crisp female voice sounded behind her.

Leng Furong turned around.

"Prince and Concubine, Fourth Highness."

She bowed her body as a salute.

"Master Leng, are you planting flowers?"

"How did you get in?" Leng Furong didn't answer Meng Qianyan's question, but expressed her displeasure.

"Over the wall, we also want to come in through the main entrance, but think about it, we probably won't be able to get in." Meng Qianyan replied honestly, then bent down and cultivated the soil, "Master Leng, the roots of this kind of flower are not deep enough How can I live? It’s cold in Dahe, so it must be deeper.”

Leng Furong hooked the corners of her lips, "Thank you for your help, Princess. But Princess, I think you should leave."

Meng Qianyan didn't answer, but devoted himself to cultivating flowers.

Luo Ziyan's voice sounded softly, "Master Leng, we are here to tell you something. My royal father, he is seriously ill."

(End of this chapter)