Emperor Zong's whole body was already wet from the rain, but he didn't care at all. He grabbed the little eunuch and asked urgently, "Tell me, how is Xun'er?"
Several kings also came to the front one after another, but their expressions were different.
"The King has been unconscious all this time. The imperial doctor said..." The little eunuch hesitated and said nothing.
The ministers were astonished. Although they were already aware of the condition of the King, they did not expect that today...
Emperor Zong's expression suddenly changed, and he was just about to speak and move to Nianxi Palace, when he saw a person rushing down from the altar.
Wan Qiqing stared blankly at the woman running in the rain, with mixed feelings in her heart, as if her beloved thing had been taken away from her. Some were angry, some at a loss.
Looking at the blurry silhouette, the evil eyes were slowly stained with a hint of silence.
With that loneliness and paleness, there is no wave. Only when looking into the lily of the valley, will a man feel compassion...
He will be fine! He will be fine!
The stumbling and complicated auspicious clothes were torn off by Mai Mai, and her beloved blue dress was immediately revealed. Her long hair was spread out, like a dancing elf, flying in the rain.
He ran to Nianxi Palace in one breath, with the rain dripping down his skirt, leaving deep water stains with every step he took. As he approached Wan Qihan's room, Mai Mai actually slowed down.
The door was ajar, so I raised my slightly trembling hand and pushed it open...
Three imperial doctors were surrounding the couch, looking ashamed, shaking their heads and sighing. Xiao Yu knelt on the ground, grabbed his hand, and cried so hard that he couldn't help himself.
He was just a man in white lying there quietly, waiting for something.
It seems that only this way is more suitable for him, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and finding the purity and harmony that belongs to him.
"He...he is still alive."
No questions, no uncertainties, she didn't want to ask anyone. This was just the answer she wanted, this was the answer she wanted.
"Dragon Girl." The three imperial doctors quickly stepped forward to salute.
"Sister Xuanyun," Xiao Yu raised her teary face and cried even more sadly when she saw Mai Mai, "King Wang... King Wang..."
He was as quiet as if he was in a deep sleep, with a vague expression of relief. Only between his eyebrows, there seemed to be some kind of emotion, like concern, like reluctance.
He... is he still alive?
My heart seemed to be tightly grasped for a moment. I struggled hard, but I couldn't avoid that invisible hand. Just like that, I was pulled painfully by it.
"Here comes the medicine, here comes the medicine." At this moment, a young eunuch hurried into the room carrying some decoction.
His dull eyes suddenly brightened. As if he suddenly woke up from a dream, Mai Mai grabbed the imperial doctor and asked, "He's not dead, is he?"
"Uh..." the imperial doctor murmured several times, but finally told the truth, "King Hao's condition is getting worse day by day. If he continues to be comatose, I'm afraid..."
Mai Mai's already painful heart suddenly plunged into the bottomless abyss, but she still held on to the last glimmer of hope and asked, "Then this bowl of medicine is..."