Mo Nanhen's death has come, leaving such a noble and beautiful queen alone in the world. She has to taste the sadness and helplessness of the eternal separation between heaven and earth.
Feng Xizi did not speak, but moved a low stool and sat down next to Shen Zimo. One hand gently caressed her belly, and the other hand rested on Shen Zimo's catkins, giving Shen Zimo an elegance that belonged to Feng Xizi. Smile.
Shen Zimo patted her hand and turned to look at the still warm medicinal soup on the other side of the table, "Your Majesty is able to live until now, thanks to the Feng family."
"The Feng family can only do so much. No matter how good the medicine is, it cannot save His Majesty. It is Feng Xizi's fault..." Feng Xizi remembered that in Qianqianfang, Mo Zhilan did not kill Xuan Ling because of her relationship. So that things have developed to this point.
Shen Zimo didn't know about this, thinking that Feng Xizi was blaming herself, so she comforted herself: "Your Majesty's injury is too serious, even gods can't save it, and it has nothing to do with you. Since the medicine has arrived, Feed your majesty a drink, it will only last a moment."
After saying that, she stood up, held the medicine bowl and sat on Mo Nanhen's bed, feeding him spoonful by spoonful with difficulty.
It was already difficult for Mo Nanhen to swallow any more food. He only drank a few drops of a bowl of medicine unconsciously.
However, a few drops are enough.
Just when Shen Zimo put down the medicine bowl and turned around to wipe the corners of Mo Nanhen's lips, suddenly, Mo Nanhen, who had been unconscious all this time, opened his eyes wide and made a "Uh-huh" sound in extreme pain, but he couldn't even say a word. I can't even speak.
Shen Zimo and Feng Xizi were startled, but Feng Xizi reacted first and shouted: "Imperial Physician! Imperial Physician!"
Before she could finish her words, Mo Nanhen suddenly vomited blood.
Blood flowed down the corner of his lips and dripped between the brocade quilt on the dragon couch.
Feng Xizi only felt a smell of blood filling the room. She couldn't control it anymore. She turned around and retched.
As for Shen Zimo, her lips turned white, and she watched Mo Nanhen vomit blood. She closed her eyes, lowered her fingers, and completely lost her breath - "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
She was like crazy, grabbing Mo Nanhen's hand and shaking it desperately, screaming and calling, but she still couldn't stop the gradually cold touch.
The imperial doctors who were guarding the outer room rushed in. When they saw this scene, no one dared to take a step forward and they all knelt on the ground.
Feng Xizi calmed down the turmoil in her stomach, endured the discomfort, and knelt on the ground with great effort.
Lowering her head, cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
If she read it correctly, the moment Mo Nanhen vomited blood just now was clearly a sign of poisoning... She quietly raised her eyes and stared at the medicine bowl not far away, with countless thoughts flashing through her mind.
And Shen Zimo, trembling all over, looked at the imperial doctor in horror: "Come quickly and save Your Majesty!"
The doctors looked at each other. They were all Tianche's top doctors. They didn't need to diagnose the pulse. They could tell just by looking at Mo Nanhen... that he was dead. However, who would dare to disobey the queen's order?
The head of the imperial hospital wiped cold sweat, and trembled against Mo Nanhen's pulse. A moment later, he knelt down with a thud and wailed: "Your Majesty, you have passed away——"
"His Majesty--"
Zichen Palace instantly fell into mourning, and all the maids and slaves inside and outside the palace fell to their knees, weeping endlessly.
Shen Zimo stood beside the bed dragon in a daze. She didn't come back to her senses for a long time. Her face was bare-faced and emotionless, like a flower that had been beaten by wind and rain and lost all color.