1495. The Mystery of the True and False Princes 22
At this time, Shui Lian also understood his good intentions. [】But it was too late, he fell in □□ and remained unconscious. The imperial doctors came and went, each one
No one dares to speak loudly.
She finally couldn't help it and roared: "What is the condition of Your Majesty? How to diagnose and treat it?"
Imperial doctors, look at me, look at you.
Everyone remained silent. At this time, if the gun was shot, the bird was killed. If it was cured, the contribution would naturally be great. However, if it was not cured, it would be a serious crime of raiding the family and extermination.
Especially, when His Majesty was suddenly sick, everyone was confused. They all knew it clearly that His Majesty had already run out of energy on the road, so he forced himself to come back, arranged everything, and relaxed in one breath.
If the right medicine is not given, even if the Daluo god comes, he will be unable to save him.
Therefore, no one dares to make a sound.
Shuilian looked at these eyes and pushed each other, and her heart was extremely cold. She was usually a human spirit, and she had a reputation for being a miracle doctor and a medical immortal... The map was boundless.
When it comes to a critical moment, no one dares to take responsibility.
In this world, I don’t know how many emperors were killed in this way.
It would be fine if it was an ordinary person, but the emperor would lose his head if he was not careful. Everyone did not seek merit but did not make mistakes, and they kept their sleeves closed and did not speak.
She stood up, her face as cold as frost.
The old doctor finally knelt down.
"The Empress atones for his sins. His Majesty's condition is fierce. He is in a hurry and dare not take medicine rashly... Wait for the old minister and the imperial physicians to discuss..."
"Go quickly."
"Abide by the order."
There was a dead silence inside and outside the house.
The emperor's face was closed and his face was as bright as gold paper.
Shui Lian stood in front of the bed, not sitting or standing.
In her heart, she was even more afraid than the imperial doctor.
Before he left a few words, he fell ill. His children, his country, and his concubines... before this, he had made proper arrangements.
But what about her? It was him, he did not mention any settlement.
And Little Ailian.
Poor Love Lotus.
As the queen, she is clearly the most noble woman in the world and the mother of a country. At this time, she is extremely confused: she has no relatives, no family, no followers, and no followers...
When he was there, he was her sky and her protective umbrella. Whether she loved or not, he was her natural patron saint; she could only eat and act on her wings.