Chapter 194: I will guard your country for you [6]
He was lifeless and motionless.
He didn't open his eyes, didn't reveal a charming smile, and didn't sit up and call her name dotingly...
The only thing she could feel was his pulse under her palm, which seemed to be absent and intermittent.
"Miss, Mr. Fang is here." Tinghe said softly outside the door.
With the pain and vulnerability in her eyes gone, Feng Xizi opened her lips lightly and said, "Invite him in."
The door opened, and Fang Ruling walked in calmly. Through three layers of gauze curtains, he saluted and said, "I see you, the Queen. She is a thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old."
"Master Fang, there is no need to be so polite. Don't you want to see His Majesty? Come and see him."
"Yes, empress."
Fang Ruling stood up, straightened his official uniform, and opened the gauze curtain. He was stunned until the last layer of the moon gauze was lifted.
The man lying in his gums was lying on a soft pillow, his lower body covered with a brocade quilt, his upper body naked, and his back wrapped in white cotton, with faint traces of blood visible.
That elegant and dazzling handsome face was pale and sickly, with long eyelashes hanging down, covering the narrow phoenix eyes, and the thin lips were colorless. If it weren't for the fact that you could feel his shallow breathing, people would even mistake him for him.
Already...dead.
"Did you see it?" Feng Xizi asked gently.
Fang Ruling came back to his senses and knelt down to Mo Zhilan, looking a little flustered, "Empress, Your Majesty, he——"
"He was seriously injured. No one knows whether he can survive. It has been seven days and he still hasn't woken up... Maybe he will wake up soon, or maybe he will never wake up." The slender fingertips gently
Caressing his face, Feng Xi's purple eyes couldn't hide the sadness.
Fang Ruling took a breath of air. He expected that Mo Zhilan was seriously injured, otherwise he would not have come out in this situation, but he did not expect that Mo Zhilan would be injured like this.
Feng Yu, the fourth young man of the Feng family, is a famous miracle doctor in Jiangnan. Even he is not absolutely sure that he can save His Majesty. Wouldn’t that mean——
"Master Fang, are you afraid?" Feng Xizi turned around and asked.
"I...I'm not afraid." Fang Ruling tried to answer with a lingering voice.
Gently curling her lips, Feng Xizi whispered softly, "But I'm very afraid, afraid that he will really not wake up."
"Empress, Your Majesty will be fine." Fang Ruling could only think this way, and he only dared to think this way.
Mo Zhilan cannot die. Once he dies, what will happen to the world?
"Yes, he will be fine. I don't allow anything to happen to him." Feng Xizi smiled, held his palm, turned her eyes and said, "I'll let Mr. Fang come and see me. I just want to tell you that he is so seriously injured that even if he wakes up,
I'm afraid it will take time to recover slowly. Originally, I didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the Tianche Dynasty, and I didn't want to work for him for nothing. But with his behavior like this, once the news of his critical illness spreads, the consequences will be disastrous.
"
"Yes, your Majesty has made the right decision."
"The Tianche royal family has Ding Boluo, and he has no prince, so I have to make long-term considerations."
After saying this, her smile dimmed a bit.
If that child was still alive, I'm afraid he would be called father, queen, and queen now...
Fang Ruling asked in confusion: "What does the empress mean?"
"I want to make Mo Xianyu a princess, find a son-in-law for her, and then choose a child from a branch of the Mo royal family to adopt as her, just in case...if anything happens to Zhilan, at least Jiangshan will still have a successor.