"Yes!" Fang Shixian responded quickly and respectfully. Seeing that the emperor's face was dark and unclear, he and his attendant Deng Xian quietly withdrew.
The blood left on the ground has been cleaned up by the palace staff, and the Yizheng Hall has returned to its previous tranquility, as if nothing had happened.
Xiao Heng silently stared at the place where Dr. Guanglu Fan Qing fell to the ground, and the scene where Fan Qing hit a pillar and died, with a bloody head and head, was still appearing in front of his eyes...
He always thought that he had a heart of stone. Even when he forced the woman he loved to die, he did not go to see her for the last time, but just ordered people to seal up the abandoned garden.
But now that he saw Fan Qing dying to remonstrate with him, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Fan Qing is a rare loyal minister. Of course he knows that, otherwise he would not trust Fan Qing so much and would not grant Fan Qing the title of Golden Ziguanglu Doctor!
Now his trusted ministers are leaving him one by one, and Fan Qing, the Guanglu doctor, is using such radical methods to try to prevent him from making the decision to eradicate Xiao Jingyao!
Could it be that, as Fan Qing said, he was so suspicious that he killed Zhongliang and made more and more ministers feel cold?!
Xiao Heng shook his head and looked at the palace pillar that Fan Qing had hit. The area that had been cleaned up seemed to be stained with blood again...
Xiao Heng rubbed his eyes and looked again, only to realize that it was just his illusion. He sighed lowly and didn't want to think about it any more. He stood up suddenly, causing his head to feel dizzy.
Before he could call someone over, he fell back into the dragon chair and fell into a coma.
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When Xiao Heng opened his eyes and woke up, he saw Han Xiang'er lying beside the bed with her eyes closed, seemingly asleep.
Xiao Heng slowly stretched out his hand from the brocade quilt and struggled to get up, but he disturbed Han Xiang'er who was sleeping.
"Your Majesty, you're awake!" Han Xiang'er rubbed her eyes drowsily. When she saw Xiao Heng waking up, she shouted in surprise and quickly stood up to help Xiao Heng lean against her.
"How long have I been asleep?" Xiao Heng said slowly, his throat was so dry that he felt hoarse. Han Xiang'er quickly ordered Lan Xin to bring a cup of hot tea over and served Xiao Heng to drink a few sips.
"Back to the emperor, you have been sleeping for several hours!" Han Xiang'er saw that Xiao Heng's complexion had improved, so he took the tea cup away and told Lan Xin: "Lan Xin, ask the imperial dining room to bring dinner!"
Xiao Heng waved his hands, frowned and said, "That's it, I have no appetite!"
"Your Majesty, you should eat as much as you want even if you don't have an appetite. The imperial doctor just came to see you and said that your Majesty has been overworked recently and has difficulty with food and clothing, so he has lost energy and blood and fainted... Your Majesty is the king of a country, how can you still do it?
Take care of yourself!"
Han Xiang'er persuaded in a good voice and rubbed Xiao Heng's temples. Xiao Heng held her wrist, shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "I know my body myself. You don't have to hide it from me. Besides those words, the imperial doctor also said
Did you say anything else?"
Under Xiao Heng's glaring gaze, Han Xiang'er's expression remained calm as usual: "Your Majesty, there's nothing else. You'd better relax and rest for a while!"
"Recuperate?" Xiao Heng slowly repeated these two words and said quietly: "I'm afraid I can't rest..."
Han Xiang'er wanted to say something else, but the dinner was ready, so Han Xiang'er personally served Xiao Heng to eat.
Sure enough, Xiao Heng just took a few bites and lost his appetite. Han Xiang'er ordered people to remove the dinner and brought a stack of pastries: "Your Majesty, try the red bean cake made by me!"