But when the woman on the hospital bed was dying, her face was pale and her eyes were bleak. The palace maid Liu'er knelt on the ground and just cried: "My wife is not here..."
Liu'er cried while coughing and coughed up bleeding: "Empress... It doesn't matter if you infect me... But you have to get better yourself... Alas... Lanxiang was infected and couldn't get up, so I was infected too
... What to do in the future... Even the master and his wife have been infected... Who dares to come to see you in the future..."
On Wednesday, he was shocked and Liu'er was actually infected.
It seems that Feng Zhaoyi's life is not long.
He hurriedly said goodbye, fearing that he would be infected too.
Everyone was in a deserted state. After returning, they reported to the emperor that Feng Zhaoyi was indeed hopeless and the infectious disease was intensified. Everyone who approached was infected.
The palace was frightened and no one dared to visit Feng Zhaoyi again.
When he left on Wednesday, Feng Miaolian sat up.
"Liu'er, get up, stop pretending."
Liu'er got up, tidying up the pig blood bag beside her and ran out to rinse her mouth. After a while, she ran in and pouted: "Empress... It's so uncomfortable... It smells bad..."
Feng Miaolian couldn't help but smile when she looked at the pig's blood at the corner of her mouth.
Liu'er complained: "Empress, are you still laughing? Why are you doing this? You are obviously getting better. Now, how could Your Majesty send someone to pick you up? What's the point of staying in this temple for a lifetime?"
Is it boring to stay in the ancestral temple?
Why does Feng Miaolian find it very interesting?
Because at that time, Ye Jia was about to arrive.
With his fingers and counting the days day by day, Ye Jia has arrived again in the spring of the coming year.
It took him almost a year to travel from Beiwudang to Jia Temple.
When Feng Miaolian saw him appearing in front of him again, she couldn't believe her eyes and ran up like a flying one: "Yejia...Yejia..."
The distance between the two is less than three feet.
She stopped.
Look at the dust on his face, the bag in his hand, and look at him standing so tall at the door.