Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Wu Yingqiu grumbled in his heart, but he could only hold on: "Thank you for your care."

Nan Yan said softly, "Guo Duke must not be polite to this palace."

"There, old minister—"

"Moreover,"

Nan Yan didn't wait for his dying breath, he finished speaking, grabbed the head of the conversation, and then said: "The emperor has made an order and is about to leave for Beijing soon. How can Guo Gong be on the road because of his illness?"

"..."

"This matter must be thoroughly investigated."

Hearing her say this, Wu Yingqiu felt bitter, but he could only barely put on a smile on his face, and said: "The emperor, the noble concubine, the old minister is getting old. Naturally, he is a little sick, but this time it really doesn't get in the way."

"..."

"The veteran can leave for Beijing with the emperor, and it will not be affected."

Zhu Feng looked at him and said, "Really?"

"..."

"Duke of the country, don't force yourself."

"Don't force, don't force."

Although Wu Yingqiu said so, his face was full of reluctant smiles, and he insisted: "It's really just that the old minister is old and sick, and it doesn't matter. Don't care about the imperial concubine, if you send someone else A thorough investigation has disturbed everyone, but it's not the veteran's."

Hearing what he said, Nan Yan sighed softly.

With a pity on his face, he said, "My palace is also worried about the Lord's body."

"Thank you noble concubine empress."

With that said, Wu Yingqiu gritted his teeth and braced himself, Wu Mian on the side hurriedly helped him, struggling to get out of bed, bowed down to Zhu Feng and Nan Yan, kowtowing: "The old minister, thank the emperor. Long En favored."

Just then Zhu Feng said: "Why is this, the Duke, get up quickly."

After speaking, he said to Wu Mian: "Hurry up and help."

Wu Mian hurriedly helped him to vomit and vomit over the past few days. He couldn't even eat. He was so thin that he was almost skinny. Wu Yingqiang, who had no strength at all, lay back into bed. But this movement made him panting again, one after another. His nausea rushed into my heart, almost retching out.

But in order not to lose dignity in front of the emperor and concubine, he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

Even the tip of the tongue was bitten and bleeding.

Such an old man almost lost his life after such a tossing.

Nan Yan said: "If this is the case, then the father of the country should take a good rest and recuperate. After all, the emperor has made an order and will leave in two days."

"..."

"My palace hopes to be on the road with the country's father."

"..."

"If the country's father is unwell, my palace will not be at ease."

"Yes Yes."

When she finished her care, she turned her head to look at Zhu Feng, and Zhu Feng said indifferently: "Okay, I can take care of my grandfather, and let the people around you prepare and set off in two days."

"Yes."

After speaking, the two turned and left, Wu Ying begged and braced himself up: "Old minister, send me a gift to the emperor, send me a princess..."

When the two of them left the room, he suddenly looked like a broken puppet and fell back to the bed.

His face was pale, cold and sweaty.

The previous illness had already lost his half life, and after tossing it for a while, even the remaining half life was worn away a lot.

Seeing him like this, Wu Mian was also frightened, and hurriedly sent someone to bring medicinal decoction up, and said, "Uncle, what's wrong with you, uncle?"

"..."

"You are so sick, and you have to travel a long distance back to Beijing. This is terrible!"

Wu Yingqiu was almost out of breath.

He only gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Noble concubine-Sinan Yan!"