Sister Feng and Yinchui and Bishui guarded in front of Mengsang Elm's bed quietly in Bizhuang Palace. Her face was pale and her hands and feet were cold. Although she fell asleep because of the medication, she trembled from time to time and looked extremely disturbed.
Sister Feng was so distressed that she covered her with a cotton quilt and burned a fire pot in her bedroom. She remembered Su Qiang's death. She was shocked and rushed to the window to open a seam.
Through the window seams, she saw the bright yellow royal palace appearing in the snow. As she approached her, she first stunned, and then waved to Yin Cui and Bishui to pick her up. Her Majesty is ill. What is the Emperor doing here? You're not here to serve your mother, are you? That's a big joke!
“See the Emperor.” The three men walked down to the door and deliberately lowered their voices. Due to the timeliness of Sister Feng's blocking, the guardian of the door failed to sing loudly and "The Emperor arrived".
Zhou Wudi, who made a huge step across the throne, saw their movements and knew that Mulberry Elm must have fallen asleep. He was very satisfied with the three slaves loyal to his master.
“How's Mulberry?” He walked toward his bedroom, his voice pressed very low.
Mulberry Elm? Sister Feng was stunned. Bishui was still the fastest to react, and she hurried to the interface. “Back to the Emperor, Mother drank the medicine. Now she is sleeping. Please forgive the Emperor, Mother can't get up to take over. ”
Zhou Wudi nodded unconsciously and his footsteps accelerated by a few points. Sister Feng and others had to follow him for a short run.
The large sandalwood carved bed is covered with thick bedding, the dragon burned in the palace is added a fire basin, and you can feel a sudden rise in temperature as you walk in. But the woman curled up in the bed was pale, her body trembling, her cheerful eyebrows cluttered, her otherwise pink lips dried up and cracked, and she looked so cold.
Covered in two layers, her figure was completely tucked into the bed, so petite, so fragile, as if it had been crushed with a pinch.
Zhou Wudi suddenly stopped. For a moment, he felt his heart beat stop. It was not until his chest came with a severe pain that he realized he had not breathed for a long time. Such a fragile mulberry elm he had never seen before, and all her misery and misfortune seemed to be the result of his suspicion and exploitation! Although he is an emperor, he is so powerless in the face of mulberry elms that he cannot find a place to make up for it!
His eyes gradually darkened and his heart rose with endless resentment and resentment of himself.
“Your Majesty, your mother is fine, go back if you have seen it, lest you get sick.” Feeling the intensity of the emperor, Sister Feng spoke carefully. Didn't you get to go to the service? The Emperor is not angry with her, is he?
“Has Mulberry taken any medicine? How did it suddenly get so exciting?” Zhou Wudi did not listen to her. He walked to the bed and lowered his voice for questioning.
“Return to the Emperor and eat. Her mother had previously raised a puppy who had died, and she also thought of the grandfather, who had no message, and was somewhat overworried. ”
“So that's it. Have you taken any medicine to help you?” Speaking of Po, his dark eyes flashed slightly, trying to reach out to touch the mulberry face and stopped again, turning towards the fire basin.
Sister Feng wandered behind him, pressing down her anger, softly said, “Go back to the Emperor, the medicine will wait for your mother to wake up.” Best not to drink!
“Well, don't forget. Mulberry elms are weak and in need of upkeep.” Zhou Wudi gave a detailed order, and when he felt warm enough, he turned back to the bed. He rubbed his hands, lifted the mulberry quilt and drilled in.
Sister Feng and others stayed. What's going on here? Didn't you leave after you asked? Why are you asleep? Since when has the Emperor been so considerate?
At the time of Sister Feng's silly eyes, no wonder Chang Xi had come up to remove the dragon boots for the Emperor, so that he could be horned.
Zhou Wudi lifted the woman's pale and cold face, tightly attached to her cheek, trying to bring her a little warmth, fingertips touched the black blue under her eyes, the action could not speak gentle. He sighed and stamped a kiss on the woman's forehead, holding her precious and heavy in her arms. Her heart was in dull pain as the woman lost much of her body.
Sister Feng and others shook their heads, masking the appalling look on their faces. Is this the Emperor? How can you be so gentle with your mother? Those deep eyes, the action of caring for them, are like treating their treasures, and they all wonder if they are mistaken!
“Out you go, I will sleep with Mulberry Elm!” Breathe softly and see Mulberry Elm sleep very heavily. Instead of being woken up by himself, he shrunk to his chest with great love. Zhou Wu Emperor's eyes laughed and whispered.
“Yes." Sister Feng and others tragically fell in love and were often happy to hold the Buddha dust in front of the palace.
“Mulberry Elm, you will never leave me alone again, you can try to rely on me and trust me.” He held the woman's cheek, whispered in her ear, and then kissed her soft-haired head meticulously.