The unlucky county princess and the crown prince

Xue Lingjun didn't expect that the prince was so bent on going his own way that he ignored the petitions. Seeing his sister's disappointment, he said with relief, "Wei'er, don't worry, don't you still have an aunt?"

"What's your aunt's reaction today?" If Xue Lingwei doesn't give up, her aunt can't be indifferent to such a big disturbance.

Xue Lingjun shook his head. "I didn't hear anything happened in Changchun palace, nor did the CI Ning palace, let alone the emperor who was recuperating. They all chose to turn a deaf ear, as if they had completely given the right of execution to the prince."

The elder brother couldn't understand it, and Xue Lingwei couldn't understand why the Empress Dowager and the emperor kept silent about such a great event concerning the royal family's descendants. Don't they care about the royal family's descendants?

When the brother and sister are confused, Mrs. Xue suddenly sends someone to say that Zhao guohou's situation has changed, so they can go there immediately.

Xue Lingwei's face was tight and she couldn't think much. She rushed to her father's bedroom with her brother.

It turns out that in recent days, Zhao guohou has been lying in bed in a daze, his mouth issued vague gibberish, and from time to time convulsions, and then numb dementia, the whole person like a walking corpse.

The imperial doctor had never seen such strange symptoms. He didn't dare to treat them rashly. He just said that his medical skills were not good, and asked Mrs. Xue to ask for another expert.

How could Mrs. Xue have seen such a situation? Moreover, the real situation of the Marquis could not be disclosed. She was so anxious that she went crazy. In all desperation, she had to invite a famous master to the mansion to drive away evil spirits for Zhao.

Strange to say, Mrs. Xue was just seeking help. She was so ill that she went to a doctor. The dead horse was treated as a living horse doctor. Unexpectedly, the master did a magic work in the mansion. He pasted several yellow charms to suppress demons outside Zhao guohou's bedroom. After about two hours, Zhao guohou was strangely sober and could recognize people. His voice was hoarse, "madam?"

Mrs. Xue was overjoyed, and her voice was so excited that she changed her tune. "Marquis, are you awake?"

Zhao guohou's eyes were half open and half closed, and everything on the Jinluan hall became clear gradually. These days, he had been in extreme panic. However, he was not an ordinary person who could be the leader of Xue's army.

After the initial shock, he gradually calmed down, especially after returning to the Marquis's house. This familiar environment was more conducive to his recovery. Moreover, the Yellow Fu given by the master also played a great psychological role, making him think that the fox demon had been blocked out of his bedroom.

"Help me up."

These days, Mr. Hou is lying in bed in a muddle, and Mrs. Xue is living a life of terror. When she hears the clear instructions from Mr. Hou, she is even more surprised and happy. "Mr. Hou, what would you like to eat?"

Mrs. Xue and mammy helped Zhao guohou to sit up slowly and lean on the head of the bed. These days, it was like a nightmare, freezing and sealing his whole body. It was not easy to recover.

Remembering that the Marquis hadn't eaten for several days, Mrs. Xue worried that he was starving. She immediately ordered someone to send a bowl of light fragrant porridge to serve Zhao guohou for more than half of the meal. Seeing that the Marquis's face was better, Mrs. Xue was ecstatic and said "thank God, thank God."

This nightmare finally wakes up, and Mrs. Xue remembers to call jun'er and Wei'er. These days, they are suffering too.