"Ye, Mei, you two go find Mr. Xuanyuan separately. Once you find him, ask him to enter the palace immediately. Tell him that the Queen is critically ill and he will show up!"
Nangong Jin ordered, surprising Ye and Meidu, that's it? They are protecting the emperor, what's going on now? Because a woman left the emperor's side?
"Your Majesty, I forgive my subordinates for their guilt. Ye and I are the Emperor's personal guards. If anything happens to the Emperor, our subordinates must not take any risks!"
Mei said what she and Ye were thinking. The emperor originally had only eight secret guards, but now he and Ye were asked to leave.
Isn't this obviously putting yourself in danger?
"I'll be fine, I only have three days, go quickly!"
Nangong Jin turned his back to them, and of course he knew that they were worried about him.
After so many years, they have become better together than brothers. When he thinks of brothers, he thinks of separation. When Murong Qian was in trouble, he gave himself a medicine, saying it was a soul-reviving pill. Although it could not clear away blood congestion, it could help Murong Qian.
Maintain your life.
Nangong Jin was only grateful to him, so on the day Nangong Li left, Nangong Jin sent a team of soldiers to him.
Xiaoqian, would you like to wake up?
Nangong Jin raised his head and closed his eyes. He had not rested for several days. Murong Qian never fully woke up. When he woke up, he only opened his eyes.
Two palaces, two different thoughts, but Mo Jingyang wanted to leave with Murong Qian. Why was Murong Qian unwilling to leave that day?
If she had left, then something like this wouldn't have happened to her. Mo Jingyang blamed herself very much, why didn't he persuade her well that day?
Seeing Murong Qian sleeping, Mo Jingyang decided to take her away.
Murong Sheng, who was far away from the palace, knew that something like this happened to his sister, so he rushed back and came to the palace. The guards also knew Murong Sheng, so they let him go.
Murong Sheng rushed back in a hurry, but he was walking towards Yixin Palace.
Although he resigned, the palace people still respected him very much when they saw him. When he saw Murong Sheng rushing over, he suddenly knelt down and shed tears.
"Master... I'm sorry, Qingshen didn't protect the young lady!"
Murong Sheng had heard it more or less when he came back, so he didn't blame Qing Shen, but helped her up and looked at her:
"Qingshen, tell me, how is Xiaoqian?"
Murong Sheng still couldn't believe it. Why would something like this happen to his strong sister?
"Master, go in, the lady should be waiting for you!"
Qingshen didn't know what to say, so he could only bring Murong Sheng into the room with tears in his eyes. There were more than a dozen imperial doctors inside, and Murong Sheng's heart was very tight.
"Xiao Qian..."
When Mo Jingyang heard his cousin's voice, he turned around and made room for Murong Sheng!
"Xiao Qian, I'm sorry, brother came back late!"
Murong Sheng picked up the thin hand. He used to practice with Xiao Qian and often held her hand to teach her how to sword. At that time, her hand was soft, but now, it looked like there were only bones left.
Murong Sheng blamed himself very much. He promised his mother that he would take good care of his sister, but now...
Seeing Murong Qian lying on the bed, Murong Sheng's heart ached so much!
"Xiao Qian, brother is back, can you wake up?"
Murong Sheng has been sitting by the bed, telling Murong Qian about their childhood.
The doctors on the side all had wet eyes. The Queen was actually a very nice person. Whenever there was trouble in the hospital, she would always come to help her. She also taught the doctors some things about the plague.
In fact, Murong Qian was just talking to them about modern things.
Nangong Hao stood at the door, looking at Qingshen and then at Murong Sheng.
He had considered himself very strong since he was young, but when he saw this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad. The Queen, a name that once made him doubtful, turned out to be the Queen who gave her life to the people time and time again.
Now I am lying motionless on the bed. Whose fault is it?