All The Male Leads Have Blackened

With the palace lights on, the whole hall was still a little dark, and the atmosphere was particularly depressed. The waiters were afraid to come out, they could only hear the hurried footsteps, and the sound of the paraffins wrung out and water flowing into the basin.

There is a strong smell of Chinese medicine in the air.

A large bed was laid close to the east, and the bed curtain embroidered with red peony was opened. A woman was lying inside, her eyes were closed tightly, and her face with a large palm was especially pale. The papa, which had been applied to the forehead, was taken away and touched with his hands, it was still very hot.

The girl-in-law Fenghe who stood on the side didn't hold back her red eyes. How could her lady be so frustrated.

Entered the palace, and won the favor of the emperor. Why did he get an acute illness, and was in a coma for so long? She gritted her teeth and leaned forward to reach her, calling her softly.

Nothing happened.

He reached out and touched his forehead again, and it was hotter than before. He immediately turned his head, and his voice was flustered: "Hurry up, call the doctor too. The mother's illness seems to be serious."

The **** immediately ran out, and came back after a while, with sweat on his face and panting, "No, it's bad. The Taiyi was called away, and there wasn't any time left."

Feng He immediately frowned, and his face was not good: "After a while, you will come back from the discomfort. What a foolish thing to say. My mother is so ill, should I wait for the doctors to be idle?"

"Who called the doctors away! Obituary to the emperor."

The **** was embarrassed, bowed his head, and raised his eyes quietly, "Yes, it's the emperor."

Fenghe froze, and the anger on his brow had not yet dissipated.

She said she was unwell. When she read the chapter, she almost fainted. The doctors did not dare to be vague. At this moment, the queen mother committed the old illness, but she also endured, and did not dare to use the Taiji.

Feng He is young, has a hot temper, and is upset: "Can Miss be the same, how can they be like ..."

As soon as the words were spoken, I realized that I was wrong, gritted my teeth, and glanced outside the temple, hoping that the old man would think fast. Otherwise, the lady will be too late.

Cen Simao, lying on the bed, was uncomfortable, her brows frowned, and her ears were noisy, and her headache was severe. The system transmitted the data to her and said: "Look slowly, don't be scared."

Seems to be crying.

She closed her eyes: "I'm not dead yet, what are you crying for?"

The mood of the system is low, and the world is about to end. I guess the excellent ai selected at the end of the year, it is no good.岑 丝 淼 's suspicious profile.

I didn't understand it the first time.

The second pass was slightly epiphany.

The third time, this **** is definitely not playing?

The system crying louder and bigger, the bgm volume turned on to the highest. It is true that the original owner was a concubine. The emperor had just ascended the throne for two years, and all depended on the support of the original owner's father in the DPRK.

But in fact, it was a good thing that the original father's father didn't make a trip to the emperor.

The emperor and the original father were both rebellious. The former dynasty was destroyed. The two of them fought openly and secretly, and both wanted to be emperors. The original father's father made a mistake and watched the dragon chair return to the others.

Xiandi just sat on the dragon chair for three months and died of illness.

The new emperor ascended the throne, and by the early birth of the prince, the original owner was stuffed into the harem.

Counting the lord, there are five concubines in the palace, all of whom are the daughters of the Middle and Central Ministers. They are thinking about things, and how can they really treat the emperor.

The emperor's heart was cold, and he watched a few beauties throwing his arms in his arms. Xu was afraid that the Minister would ask him, so the original owner had never been left out here. He came here every night.

Pure sleep, never touched my hands.

The original main face, afraid of his father's blame, did not dare to tell the story. Every time someone sent home to let her spy on the news, she took a moment to whisper, and then secretly wept.

Cen Simiao glanced at the task bar.

Ask the system: "Is it true that life is just a counterattack?"

The system shook his head: "The emperor is also putting pressure on the original owner this time. You have to step him under your feet."

She frowned, thinking far away, her expression moved between her brows, and her voice talking to the system became charming: "This is not difficult."

The system is simple: "Ah? Isn't it difficult? I was worried just now, so you try to ascend to the throne."

"..." What?

Perched in the temple, the lights are bright, and you can see the daylight inside through the paper window.

The emperor leaned on the couch. His face was pale and weak, his eyelashes were drooping, and the Physician next to him knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand for a diagnosis, and looked dignified.

The dragon robes on his body have not been replaced, and the bright clothing makes him thin and ill. Even so, it still feels scary.

Suddenly raising his eyes, his eyes were cold, so that the people around him did not dare to make trouble.

The doctor had a long consultation, and then asked the waiters what they ate at dinner, but still had no clue. The pulse is normal and not weak.

Panicking in his heart, he said stubbornly, "The emperor, you are overworked in government affairs, the dragon is weak, and you should take medicine to take good care of you.

The words passed into his ears, and the emperor moved his brows, retracted his hands, and rubbed his eyebrows. His tone was very slow: "Honestly? Why doesn't He feel soothing all over his body?"

The medical doctor paused and looked up at the emperor. He looked cold and could not see his emotions. After thinking about it, he followed his words and said that his condition had worsened.

The emperor answered, stopped talking, closed his eyes, and looked lethargic. Taiyi stood looking at each other, wondering what to do.

They didn't even let them prescribe.

I heard the **** outside the door shouting loudly: "The prime minister sent a doctor from his house, waiting at the gate of the palace, and wanted to go to the mother for a doctor."

The emperor opened his eyes warily, looked at the door of the temple, and touched the five-pronged golden dragon on his robe with his fingertips. His eyes were deep: "Let the people wait there, and the servants in the palace of the maiden's mother need to preach a word before they can enter. . "

Looked at the Taiyi again: "Besides, there are many Taiyi in the palace. Let them go and see first."

The **** outside hesitated, and wanted to speak again, but still had no courage, and stooped to the palace door to spread the message. The Prime Minister, I'm afraid to come here this time, or the mother's life really hangs.

The doctor in the temple looked at the emperor together.

They looked at each other again, all holding their breath.

Fang Cai also said that he would send a doctor to the clinic for treatment. At this moment, he was already lying on the couch, closing his eyes again, and the temple was especially quiet.

The Prime Minister's Office was really upset. The daughter of his family entered the palace, and she was a concubine. At this time, she was seriously ill, and when she needed a doctor, she could not find it.

Isn't this forcing her to die.

The prime minister changed to Korean clothes, his face turned blue, and he became a sedan to the gate of the palace, begging to see the emperor. But I saw the doctor who had been there, standing there slumped, without the slightest spirit.

Suddenly the anger in my heart became more vigorous.

Seek again and again, only one sentence is obtained, waiting.

The prime minister wanted to break in, fortunately, there was a trace of clarity in his mind. At this moment, the emperor was unwell, and he would only be talked about when he got into trouble here. Even if it doesn't offend, it can be a curse.

I can only look forward to the daughter in the palace.

Cen Simiao looked at the picture transmitted by the system, and made a loud noise, but she was still frightened. The original owner swallowed his breath a few days ago, and even if he was guarded by a doctor, he was not rescued.

The system deliberately maintained the function of the body, allowing her to pass through.

With a sigh, Cen Simiao slowly woke up slowly. Feng He, who was waiting around, immediately noticed that she flew over and looked excited: "Miss, I know you are blessed and won't make those people happy."

She changed the pouch on her forehead again, and there were tears on her cheeks.

There was sadness in Cen Simiao's eyes, and she didn't even have the strength to speak, but still whispered, and listened to the wind with great effort: "The emperor, yes, I've been here before."

Use affection to the deepest.

Fenghe's eyes were even redder, and it was not worth it for his own lady. Now that she was thinking about the emperor, he didn't even send over the doctor.

Cen Simiao didn't get a response. She seemed to be anxious, and even asked a few times, and suddenly coughed. Feng He quickly lifted her up, patted her back, and shouted at the servants in the temple, "What are you still doing? Go and ask the emperor, the mother is already awake. There is no slight wink."

Cen Simiao dropped her eyes and messed up her hair. Even if she was seriously ill, Fenghe did not forget to comb her buns.

Pulling the collar open again, revealing a large white, frail body, suddenly there was a sense of hook.

Weak and weak, yet full of charm, can only adhere to others, provoking the evil hidden in the heart.

Fenghe saw it, and pulled her collar up again, and her mouth was soothing: "I'm just sick, what should I do if I get cold again."

Even the messy hair was left behind.

Cen Smiao bit her tongue, frowned, and ripped her collar open, softening her throat willfully: "Hot."

Feng He sighed.

The news that Cen Simiao was awake was that the **** didn't dare to delay for a moment, and hurriedly ran to the obituary outside the palace. The emperor heard it really, his eyes were dark, he could not see the emotion, but he felt the atmosphere in the palace was sober.

He called the **** into the hall, and he knelt on the ground, rejoicing, and repeated the words just now.

The emperor stood up straight, his eyes frosty, and looked at everyone in the temple. Finally, his eyes fell on the window, his lips pressed tightly: "what does the mother say when she wakes up?"

The **** said truthfully, "Every woman is thinking of the emperor, and when she wakes up, she asks the emperor and misses you."

The emperor's lips were bent, his eyebrows were still very cold, and he stood up, but did not have a smile in his eyes, and his voice was rare and mild: "It's finally a big deal, it's a joy."