"I can't go with you. I have to be grounded in the house. But don't worry, I will find a way to sneak out to find you after two days." Yu Wenhao said.
"It's okay. Just take good care of the children in the mansion and enjoy the leisurely days. Isn't it the Chinese New Year soon? There are many things in and out of the mansion. Please help Mr. Tang share the burden."
"That's okay!" Housework is a trivial matter.
Yuan Qingling took Man'er and Grandma Xi to the other courtyard overnight. As soon as they arrived at the other courtyard, it started to snow.
The Supreme Emperor was placed in the Dongnuang Pavilion in the villa. There were earth dragons there, which kept him very warm.
Eunuch Chang came out to greet her in person and said, "I hope the Crown Princess is here."
"How is the situation of the Supreme Emperor?" Yuan Qingling stamped his feet and shook off the snowflakes on his body.
"I coughed all night last night and it's still hard to breathe." Eunuch Chang said as he led her inside.
Fu Bao ran out from inside, wrapped around Yuan Qing Ling's feet and chased after him. Yuan Qing Ling bent down and picked her up, "Good Fu Bao, I know how to accompany your master."
"Fu Bao is so good. Fu Bao has been guarding the Emperor these days when he was ill, and he doesn't want to sleep outside at night." Eunuch Chang said.
He opened the curtain and said softly: "Princess, come in, the Emperor has just woken up."
Yuan Qingling put down the Fu Bao and went in quietly.
It was very warm in the palace, and I lit ambergris, which has a refreshing fragrance. Smelling this fragrance when you are stuffy will make you feel refreshed.
The Supreme Emperor was lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt. His face was a little blue and his eyes were sleepy. He looked like he had just woken up.
Seeing Yuan Qing coming, he cheered up a little, sat up slowly, and said hoarsely: "Here he comes!"
His breath was still a little thick, and he had to work harder when exhaling and inhaling.
Yuan Qingling walked over with the medicine box and half-knelt in front of the bed, "Here it comes!"
This old man was lying on the bed so weakly. Yuan Qingling didn't know what Emperor Ming Yuan was planning, but she couldn't forgive him for taking advantage of the Emperor's illness.
My heart felt sour, and I asked in a choked voice: "Grandfather, is your asthma better?"
"Much better!" The Supreme Emperor looked into her eyes, "Why are you crying?"
"I miss you." Yuan Qingling wiped the corners of her eyes.
The Supreme Emperor was startled, his messy eyebrows slowly bent down, and he stared at her, "You're not a child, what are you saying childishly?"
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on his chest, lifting his abdomen as if he was trying to squeeze out a breath.
Yuan Qingling heard the slightest sound coming from the trachea, opened the medicine box and took out the budesonide. After opening it, he twisted it and said, "Open your mouth and cover your mouth. Take a strong breath and hold it in without breathing. I said you can breathe."
Only when you breathe."
The Supreme Emperor watched as she stuffed a tube of white stuff into his mouth. He subconsciously obeyed, took a deep breath and held his breath.
"One, two, three, four, five, okay, exhale!" Yuan Qingling sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out and gently combing his chest.
The Supreme Emperor's face turned red from holding it back. When he heard someone say he was exhaling, he exhaled deeply, frowned and asked, "What is this?"