Si Ningchi felt his heart tightening when he heard that, and immediately headed towards Xuanming Hall.
A group of imperial doctors were waiting at the entrance of Xuanming Hall, all of them had bitter expressions on their faces. Otherwise, they were afraid that the doctors would show such expressions.
Si Ningchi's footsteps stopped following him as he walked forward. Seeing Si Ningchi's figure, Wang Chengxiang hurriedly came up to greet him: "Queen! You are finally here. Please go and see the emperor quickly..." Siningchi's expression changed again and again, he clenched his sleeves and asked in a deep voice: "What happened to the Emperor?"
Wang Chengxiang only wiped his tears with his sleeves and urged Si Ningchi to enter the palace quickly, leaving no time for her to ask questions.
The Xuanming Hall was lonely. Every time Si Ningchi took a step forward, he felt his heart tremble. Finally, he walked into the inner hall and saw Zhao Zongheng lying on the bed. He looked at the quiet appearance, as if
As if asleep.
Si Ningchi paused and stared at Zhao Zongheng, who was lying motionless on the bed: "..."
"Your Majesty, you are sick, not dead." Si Ningchi was a little funny. He stood for a while before walking forward and said, "Why are you holding in your anger? Your face is turning red."
"..." When Zhao Zongheng heard this, he opened his eyes with an annoyed look on his face. He looked at Si Ningchi who was approaching. When he saw the smile on her face, he felt a little embarrassed. He sat up from the bed silently and said seriously.
Said: "I...I am just sick."
"Oh." Si Ningchi nodded seriously, as if he was listening attentively.
"Why didn't you ask me?" Zhao Zongheng became more and more aggrieved. He opened his eyes and looked at Si Ningchi with a look full of accusations. He pursed his lips and turned away and said, "I don't care at all..."
Si Ningchi sat calmly on one side. Seeing Zhao Zongheng's expression change, his eyes smiled even more. He raised his chin slightly and said, "Why is the emperor performing this scene with such great fanfare?"
"What else can I do for?" Zhao Zongheng was so angry that he raised his head and looked at Si Ningchi. He wanted to get angry at her, but the moment his eyes met hers, he unconsciously said softly: "If
Otherwise, you will never come to see me in this life."
Listening to this full of grievance and pity, the emperor sitting on the bed with his head lowered looks like a wronged big dog at this moment, his ears twitching and twitching, which is so lovable.
Si Ningchi's eyebrows softened a bit, and he stood up and sat next to Zhao Zongheng. He stared at his curled up fingers for a long time, then sighed softly and reached out to hold her hand.
The next second, her hand was taken by Zhao Zongheng. Before she could say anything, he was also hugged into his arms. He looked like he had been patiently holding her waist as he rushed towards her.
Tighten it little by little, looking at the moaning look, it's really pitifully tight.
"Don't you have me at all in your heart?" Zhao Zongheng's angry voice came. Si Ningchi raised his hand and patted Zhao Zongheng's back, hugged him actively and said with a smile: "I don't know, the emperor is so childish.
The appearance must be interesting for others to see?"
"Don't interrupt." Zhao Zongheng let go of his hand and stared at Si Ningchi face to face. His eyes were slightly red when he saw it. He looked at her stubbornly and said, "You, have you ever told me..." "I am in love with the Emperor, or more truly, I am in love with the Emperor." Si Ningchi answered happily, which actually stunned Zhao Zongheng.
