"What the Queen said is very much!" The emperor touched the beards on his chin and said in praise.
Then he turned to Su Qianluo, raised his eyebrows unhappily, and said lightly: "Daughter of the Su family, can you hear the princess' arrangement?"
Su Qianluo was stunned. Even the emperor insisted on doing this. It seemed that she was really defeated this time.
I dare not make it because of it, and I bowed deeply: "Abide by the emperor's oral order!"
"I thank the emperor, thank the queen, thank your highness, thank the princess!" Su Shi breathed a sigh of relief and knocked four times.
The emperor glanced at him indifferently and was about to speak when a moan rang out on the bed.
Nan Liyou and Ling Xiaohan quickly moved over. Ling Xiaohan sat next to him, checked Ling Chufeng's symptoms, raised his eyes and said, "Little thing, big brother..."
"Help him sit up!" Nan Liyou noticed Ling Chufeng's swollen belly, which seemed to have diminished a lot.
His black face gradually turned into a normal color.
"Xiaoqi, Feng'er..." The queen couldn't help but frown and asked. Seeing Ling Chufeng's face full of pain, her heart tightened.
"My lady, don't worry, the eldest prince just spit out the blood in his body!" Nan Liyou just finished speaking, and heard a puff.
Ling Chufeng, who had his eyes closed tightly, vomited a mouthful of black blood.
"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you bring the basin here?" Nan Liyou scolded coldly, with a stupid and dull palace maid next to him.
The palace maid was so scared that she quickly brought it over from the basin next to her.
Ling Chufeng continued to vomit, and from the first black blood clots, the red spit out gradually.
As he vomited, everyone saw clearly, his stomach disappeared and his face returned to normal.
After a while, Ling Chufeng slowly opened his eyes, raised his eyes and saw Ling Xiaohan. He smiled miserably and called weakly: "Brother Han..."
This call of Han brother pulled everyone's eyes back.
Everyone's faces were full of surprises, some were surprised...
Su Qianluo looked at him like a monster, then Nan Liyou, and could not believe his eyes.
She, a person who is not even the most basic junior alchemist, can easily solve the disease that cannot be cured by everyone?
"Feng'er! My son of this palace..." The queen didn't care about Ling Chufeng's black and red fur clothes covered in blood, and rushed over and hugged the two brothers tightly in her arms.
"My mother, I worry you!" Ling Chufeng deeply smelled the scent of her mother and Ling Xiaohan, as if she sighed. It was so good to wake up.
After a while, the queen reluctantly let go of them.
"Feng'er!" The emperor endured his excitement, walked over and shouted in a low voice.
"Father..." Ling Chufeng smiled faintly and smiled comfortably.
The emperor nodded, turned his back to everyone, slowly raised his hand and wiped the tears at the corners of his eyes.
Nan Liyou was slightly moved. What a beautiful family, so harmonious and so in love.
This is the true relative, who never leaves and depends on each other in life and death.
At this time, she envied Ling Xiaohan, and she envied him for having such a good family.
"Xiao Qi, come here!" the queen shouted at her and waved.
This call made Ling Xiaohan and Ling Chufeng feel each other.
First, it was Ling Chufeng. He obviously couldn't believe his ears, but he saw the girl walking over Yingying, wearing a red dress.