"Mom, it's my daughter's unfilial piety. I haven't taken you into the palace to enjoy the blessings for so long, which has made you suffer. You just need to live here now and don't think too much. Let me handle all other things."
"Qing'er, you have really changed and become more sensible. No wonder your father always said that you are not my daughter some time ago."
Mrs. Lu touched my face distressedly, "But this is my daughter, the daughter I raised with all the hard work."
"Don't worry, mom, if dad really doubts it, I'm not afraid to shed blood to recognize him."
After I said this half-jokingly, Mrs. Lu also laughed.
Of course I'm not afraid of spilling blood to recognize my relatives, because the body I have now is Kou Wanqing's.
(I am the little secretary who breaks the ice, Mr. dividing line)
The New Year is approaching, and this deep palace is not tainted with the joy that the New Year should have. Instead, there is a strange atmosphere in the whole palace.
However, after I refused to obey and go back to my room that night, I became seriously ill.
No wonder people say that in ancient times, the easiest way to catch a cold was to kill you, so I lay half-dead in bed for three days.
My father is peaceful under Xiaocao's supervision, but my hard-working and virtuous mother is so worried that she has to stay at my bedside three times a day because of my behavior.
The rest of the time, I went to the Buddhist hall in the palace to chant sutras and pray for me.
I felt the greatness of maternal love from her.
When I woke up and saw him suffering a lot, I felt very uncomfortable.
I just want to do something for her as a New Year's gift.
"Mother, it's time to take medicine."
While Mrs. Lu was still applying hot towels to me, Bian Jishi, now the head of the hospital, personally brought a bowl of medicine and appeared in front of me calmly.
After I fell asleep, it was unrealistic to drag Yelv Zihan to say that he would no longer see the imperial doctor. However, Yelu Zihan personally prepared the medicine and delivered it. Could it be...
"Mom, I have some questions that I would like to ask Dr. Bian alone, ahem."
Mrs. Lu was reasonable and didn't ask any questions. She went out with the washbasin, and even the two maids guarding the door gave her an excuse to help.
He and I were the only two people left in the room, so I just got straight to the point.
"My illness is serious?"
"Your Majesty, it's just..."
"You don't have to deal with me. You know I don't want to see you now. If it weren't for the fact that my condition is so serious that I can no longer let others see the medicinal materials used, I don't think you would be so shameless as to appear in front of me."
"Your Majesty, I will definitely try my best to make up for whatever I owe you, I beg your Majesty to believe it."
"You don't owe me anything. It's normal for everyone to be his own master. It's just that I can't accept it. The so-called friends who live and die together are just betrayers.
Now, if you and I are just masters and servants, I can't even talk about forgiving or not. You don't need to beat around the bush with me, just tell me what's going on."
"Your Majesty has been suffering from a long-term illness and needs to be treated well."
"how long it takes?"
"Wei Chen doesn't know."
The biggest disadvantage of knowing someone too well is that you can see through it at a glance when they are lying or evading.
But it's just a few coughs. Is it really that serious?
I, a practitioner of spiritual arts, am actually close to death just because of a few coughs? This is not only cheating on my father, but also on the mother I just met.
"Who knows about this?"
"No, Wei Chen just said that I feel cold."
Seeing my silence, Bian Jishi added another sentence.