He was shocked and turned over and sat up, "Fangfei, what's wrong? Fangfei..."
She waved her hands hard, shaking all over, "Your Majesty, save me... Your Majesty... Let me go... Don't burn me to death..."
His heart was like a knife, and his hands were stretched out, and he couldn't even hug her because there was a wound on her shoulder and it couldn't be touched at all. Finally, he carefully walked around and hugged her waist.
"Fangfei, wake up...Fangfei..."
She opened her eyes and looked at him in a daze. She woke up from the deep nightmare and felt confused. What she came into contact with was a pair of gentle and compassionate gazes. It was His Majesty, His Majesty by her side.
"Fangfei, don't be afraid. I am here, no one dares to come again, don't be afraid. The assassin has been caught..." The assassin could not escape and committed suicide, but he was afraid of mentioning the word "death" to scare her.
, and said he had caught him.
She seemed to have not understood and didn't mind if there were any assassins.
Seeing her like this, Luo Jia was so pitiful. She was so haggard and frightened. She felt even more distressed and her voice became even gentler: "Fangfei, don't be afraid, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"
Her tears were raining, her lips were terriblely chapped, and her voice was so faint: "Drink water...I want to drink water..."
"Come, come quickly..."
The warm milk that had been prepared was served. The milk of the goat milk in the north was very ordinary, and Fangfei couldn't stand the smell. Therefore, after she became pregnant, Luo Jia always wanted to boil the milk in the imperial kitchen and added a little
Give her the candy and bring the hot milk. Luo Jia personally took it, took a small spoon, held her, and said softly: "Fangfei, you eat a little, and you will get better..."
In the past, she liked drinking this sweet thing very much, but when she smelled the milk, she couldn't get any interest, and instead felt nauseous.
"Fangfei, don't you want to drink this? Let's change it, come and serve bird's nest porridge..."
The stewed rock sugar bird's nest porridge came up, Luo Jia tried it, and it was just right to warm it up: "Little thing, eat this, your favorite one."
Without that slightly fishy smell, the sweetness of the bird's nest enters the throat, and the dry lips have a slight comfort.