Chapter 160: The overbearing queen conquers the unintentional holy monk 29
Shu Ange pulled Xuan Jing ashore with all his strength, but his footsteps staggered and almost fell backward, but Xuan Jing reached out and pulled her in time.
The two were close to each other again. Xuanjing held Shu Ange's hand and felt as cold as ice. Her weakness made him unable to help but say, "Are you alright?"
Shu Ange was sad about Xuan Jing's alienation. After pulling his hand back, he forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, I have always been in good health."
"Xin Ran, thoroughly investigate this case and protect the holy monk comprehensively."
Just now, still adhering to the heart of see no evil, after hearing Shu Ange's call, he immediately appeared: "This subordinate obeys."
After Shu Ange finished speaking, he turned around and left. As soon as he walked out of the gate of Huangjue Temple, he felt that he was about to fall backwards as soon as his body softened.
If it wasn't for Lu Yu in the Tsing Yi Wei who was quick to catch her, I'm afraid Shu Ange would really have become the first queen to hit the streets.
"Your Majesty, your wind is evil, and if you don't declare your doctor, I'm afraid your condition will worsen."
Lu Yu supported Shu Ange, his eyes were full of worry, and he was indignant at Xuanjing's ruthlessness.
As the lord of a country, His Majesty, Suxing sleepless nights to work hard for the affairs of the state, the world's stunning beauty is at your fingertips, but she has a deep love for Xuanjing.
What a holy monk, but a ruthless person with a hard heart!
Shu Ange also felt a splitting headache. The original owner practiced martial arts since childhood and was healthy and rarely got sick. She was so sad and happy today that she had been soaked in cold water for so long, but now she was sick like a prairie fire, and she was out of control.
"Well, let's pass it on to the imperial doctor. I will give up tomorrow morning. I only say that I have been injured by the wind and cold after reviewing the memorial. Please don't spread the matter of Huangjue Temple."
Seeing that His Majesty was already in a trance, he still did not forget to think about Xuanjing. Lu Yu lowered his body and said, "Your Majesty, this subordinate dares to offend the Holy Communion."
Shu Ange was not stubborn, and leaned on Lu Yu's body, supported by her carrying the other two Tsing Yi guards, and returned to the Qingliang Hall together.
When Tsing Yiwei changed her soaked clothes and called the imperial doctor, it was an ugly time.
His Majesty has always been strong, and the imperial doctor just diagnosed the Ping An pulse yesterday and there is no abnormality.
Seeing the queen lying on the bed now, her face was blushing and her whole body was hot, she didn't dare to delay, she directly checked Shu Ange's pulse while kneeling on the pedal.
After checking the pulse, the imperial doctor instructed Gong E to use hot water to help the queen to dissipate heat, while on the other hand, he quickly prescribed a prescription to let the doctor stay up all night for the medicine, while he stayed beside the dragon couch tremblingly, daring not to neglect in the slightest.
In the blink of an eye, the sky was white with fish belly, and the ministers did not wait for the morning court, but instead waited for His Majesty to be slightly ill. The news of the suspension of the court meeting today caused a lot of discussion.
It should be known that since the queen was enthroned, although she was reluctant to make concessions in the draft, she was diligent in politics and caring for the people on weekdays.
Moreover, the Queen's body has always been strong, but when she suddenly heard that Her Majesty was ill, it was difficult to support even Zaochao, and all the ministers were in a state of turmoil.
Looking inward and outward, suspicion suddenly arose, and in the Qingliang Hall, Shu Ange was sleepy all night, his face was frighteningly pale, and small wounds appeared on the corners of his lips.
She opened her eyes and looked at Gong E, who was busy running beside her, and the imperial doctor who saw her waking up with an excited face, but she said, "Bring a paper and a pen."
Hearing the words, the imperial doctor hurriedly advised: "Your Majesty, you are not yet healthy, don't overwork yourself."
The gray-haired imperial doctor knelt on the ground, persuading earnestly.
Shu Ange stretched out his hand to help the imperial doctor, and said kindly: "It's okay, I just wrote Zhang Fangzi, Aiqing, please."
Lu Yu was standing beside him all the time, and naturally understood what Shu Ange was thinking. She pressed the anger in her chest and presented the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
(Ow, the blue bridge written in this story is a little sad, the next story should be a little more joyful.)