Happy is sick!

The emperor only felt a roar in his ears and his eyes turned black.

He could no longer sit down, and directly ignored the civil and military officials below, got up and left without hesitation, leaving only a hurried back.

Zhao Rang cleared his throat and dragged his long voice to the ministers, "Retreat the court!"

After saying that, Zhao Rang quickly followed the emperor's pace and quickly left the Golden Palace.

The civil and military officials below were all stunned when they looked at each other.

What exactly happened to make the emperor change his appearance so much?!

"snort!"

An unhappy cold snorted through the silent air in the Golden Palace.

Five or six elegant civil servants left with their sleeves, their beards fluttered, their backs were straight and as loose as they were, with a high-ranking family character.

When walking past British Duke Fang Huairui, Wang Kangyin, Minister of Revenue, coldly gave Fang Huairui a cold eye knife.

The Censor impeached the eldest prince and it was not a matter of his British Duke's house. To put it bluntly, the British Duke just held a grudge against King Kang and his son Fang Mingfeng, so he took the debt to the Queen Mother and the aristocratic family, intending to mess up the water!

Fang Huairui was not afraid of him, Wang Kangyin, and glared back without showing any weakness. His expression seemed to be saying, "You have the ability to bite me!"

What a reckless man! Wang Kangyin shook his sleeves heavily and left with great strides. He also sighed in his heart that women were ruining the country. Why should King Kang offend the Duke of England for the sake of a mere three girls of the Gu family?

In the rear, more than twenty civil servants followed closely, surrounded Wang Kangyin and others in front of him, leaving, with a sense of unparalleled aura.

Today's morning court has just begun and ended early.

Most of the court officials present did not rush to leave, and they were talking in groups of three or three, and no one paid attention to the despair of the Censor Li who fell to the ground, as if he did not exist at all.

Duke Wei Shi stretched out his arm and pulled Fang Huairui, quietly leaned over and asked him: "What's going on? Why are you so active?"

He stretched out an index finger and pointed in the direction of the Yangxin Palace.

Since the eldest prince returned to the palace last year, the emperor has moved to the Qianqing Palace and gave the Yangxin Palace the Great Prince a living.

Fang Huairui's eyes twitched, and an expression flashed in his eyes, and he greeted Wei Shu roughly: "Brother, let's have a drink together?"

Let’s talk about it privately.

Wei Shi patted Fang Huairui's broad shoulders, laughed loudly, and said loudly: "Let's go, I'll ask you to go to Tianyin Pavilion for a drink."

The two of them said, walking outside the Golden Palace, and their voices gradually faded away.

The voice of the conversation came faintly through the cold wind: "Brother, do you know what happened? Why did the emperor suddenly..."

"I'm afraid it's Princess Anle..." Wei Shi sighed.

Wei Shi often went to and from the palace and recognized the eunuch who came to report the news as the one from Jingren Palace.

The emperor had few concubines in the harem, all of whom were old people in the Eastern Palace. They had thin children and had only one son and one daughter. The emperor always regarded it as a treasure.

When the eldest princess Anle was born, she was healthy, but suddenly fell seriously ill five years ago. She had been sleeping for three months. After recovering from the illness, she could no longer stand up.

After that, the eldest princess became weak and sickly. In the past five years, she had been dying several times. The imperial physician had to vaguely remind the emperor to be mentally prepared.

Just now, the emperor left behind all civil and military officials in a hurry. It was most likely that the eldest princess was sick again.

As Wei Shi expected, the emperor did go to Jingren Palace to visit Princess Anle.

In Jingren Palace, there was a miserable cloud of mist.

Along the way, everyone in the palace saluted the emperor in fear. The emperor ignored it and rushed into the peaceful bedroom like a gust of wind.

Anle, dressed in a white middle-clothed dress, was quietly lying on the couch against the wall. Such a small person was more petite and weak by the huge bed, as if a slight touch would hurt her.

In front of the bed, all six or seven sweaty imperial physicians knelt on the ground. When they saw the emperor, the imperial physicians kowtowed: "Prince forgives the crime."

The imperial physician who was kneeling in the middle bowed in panic and replied, "Your Majesty, Your Highness, the Great Princess...is not good."

"..." The emperor's eyes were so big that he could not believe it.

My daughter was fine yesterday and came to the Qing Palace to play with his parrot. They also agreed that on the Lantern Festival, he would sneak out of the palace to watch the lanterns. How could it suddenly go wrong?

"Happy!" The emperor rushed to the front of the couch in three steps, looking at the little girl on the couch with heartache, her eyes flushed.

The little girl was covered with long black hair, her eyes were closed, her skin was pale, her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing between her mouth and nose was very difficult, as if she could not breathe at any time.

Her pale and dry lips and the white middle-clothed collar were stained with bright red blood, which was shocking.

"pain……"

A painful moan emanated from the little girl, and she raised her hand with difficulty to grab something, her thin fingers trembled gently.

The emperor felt that his heart seemed to be being pulled hard, so he quickly grabbed his daughter's trembling little hand, held it tightly, and comforted him: "Anle, I am here."

The people in Jingren Palace also knelt all over the ground and did not dare to look up at the emperor.

The emperor looked at his dying daughter with heartache, his eyes were so bitter that he asked the palace servants: "What the hell is going on? Wasn't the princess doing well last night?"

The palace maid in charge said in panic: "Go back to the emperor, your highness is fine when he gets up early in the morning. He also ate a bowl of millet porridge, a few small buns of bread and date mud walnut cakes, and asked the servant to push her to the imperial garden for a walk."

"I also accompanied Your Highness to pick a few plum blossoms in the imperial garden. Your Highness said that when the emperor came to court, he would go to the Qing Palace and put the plum blossoms into the imperial study."

"But just broke two plum blossoms, and your highness suddenly vomited blood, and even had a high fever and was unconscious..."

The eyes of the palace maid in charge also turned red, her voice trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with crystal tears.

The cold sweat on the forehead of the imperial physicians who knelt all over the ground became denser, and several of them wiped the sweat with their sleeves. The eldest princess was weak and sickly, and the imperial physicians were frequent visitors of Jingren Palace, so naturally they knew how much the emperor valued this precious daughter.

"Ahem cough cough..."

An Le on the couch suddenly coughed, and then even his limbs twitched rapidly, and veins burst out from his forehead, and a little cold sweat oozed from his forehead to his neck.

The whole person seemed to be suffering from a torn pain, and an extremely weak voice emerged from his trembling lips: "Father... Emperor..."

The emperor was at a loss and was so anxious that he almost cried. He could only ask the palace maid to hold down his daughter's limbs so that she would not hurt herself due to convulsions.
Chapter completed!