Xuan Yan Gu Zheng

early morning.

The Chengqian Palace began to become chaotic again.

That folk remedy worked really well. The emperor's fever has subsided, but there is no sign of waking up.

The imperial doctors were helpless, and they found the capital of the former imperial hospital who had retired and returned home.

The old man stroked his gray beard and shook his head.

"The emperor is in good health, maybe he is escaping and doesn't want to wake up."

Mr. Li had a bitter expression on his face, and said something disrespectful, if you were looking for yourself, why bother in the first place!

"Can you forcefully wake me up? Is it okay to pinch someone?"

"I have seen patients like this. After being forced to wake up, they went crazy, or became puppets, dull and ignorant. No one can afford any of these consequences!" If he keeps lying down like this, not to mention that the country cannot live without a king, his body will decline sooner or later. Mr. Li, as the saying goes, a heart disease needs a heart medicine..."

Three days later, the emperor still didn't wake up, and he seemed to have lost weight.

Manager Li was in a hurry, and his heart broke, and he whispered in his ear: "The empress's funeral needs to be arranged by you, and her embroidered shoes can be used to build a tomb..."

After chanting this repeatedly, Gu Zheng's eyes opened suddenly, piercing towards him like a sharp sword.

Mr. Li's legs went limp, and he knelt down trembling.

"Your Majesty, this old servant is trying to wake you up. This old minister is guilty and shouldn't be talking nonsense!"

The head of the front yard has experienced three generations of Gu family emperors, not afraid of the power of heaven, cupped his hands to persuade: "Your Majesty, don't blame Mr. Li, he also listened to the old minister's words and was forced to do so. If you sleep like this, something will happen."

Gu Zheng closed his eyes, feeling the sadness of being the king of a country in his heart.

Even if he wanted to escape from a coma for a few days, he didn't have the right.

"I, no more."

All the concubines rushed over after hearing the news, but were coldly dismissed by Gu Zheng, who said they would bother them again and then went to the cold palace.

Frightened, a group of well-dressed women turned pale and hurried away.

There was a trace of fatigue on his face, it was the first time that he felt bored and burdened by so many women in the harem.

A hundred flowers bloom, not as good as the one I want.

She could have been cared for for the rest of her life, but she withered in his hands.

"I don't believe it. If I don't believe it, the queen is gone."

Gu Zheng gave the order with a blank expression, and continued to look for the queen.

Manager Li was taken aback, is the emperor insane?

He watched Emperor Tianyuan fall to the ground, born in the middle palace of a red seedling, and was established as the crown prince at birth.

I never thought that he would be so haggard and dead.

Hopefully, this is temporary.

"Your majesty, you haven't eaten for a long time. The imperial doctor said that it is better to drink porridge first."

Gu Zheng shook his head, wanting to say that he had no appetite.

Has it been three days?But he really doesn't feel hungry.

There was a familiar sweet scent in his nose, and the words Gu Zheng wanted to refuse stuck in his throat.

It's pumpkin porridge...

No need to ask him, just serve the pumpkin porridge directly.

Because we all know he loves it.

His eyes were a little hot, and his voice was hoarse, telling everyone to leave.

Director Li and the palace staff bowed down, held their breath and took their leave in an orderly manner.

The huge sleeping hall was instantly so quiet that one could hear a needle drop to the ground.

Gu Zheng scooped up a spoonful of pumpkin porridge stiffly and put it in his mouth, his numb and tasteless mouth was filled with sweetness and softness.

He has never eaten any delicacies since he was a child, so why is he so fond of pumpkin porridge?

It was because of Mu Qing.