Ying'er's body gradually arched, and her charming face was buried in the quilt because of her shyness.

"Your Majesty, you...you are still young..."

A gentle, muffled voice came from the quilt.

These words were like a basin of cold water pouring on Zhao Dongting's forehead.

I'm!

I am possessed by an eleven-year-old brat!

Only then did he remember this incident again.

He hurriedly retracted his hand that was terrifying on Ying'er and gently slapped himself, "Old Zhao, Lao Zhao, your mother is simply a demon of lust..."

"Ahem!"

After deliberately coughing twice, Zhao Dongting tried his best to pretend to be serious, "I, I just want to see if you have the heart to serve me. Then what, you, wait by the side first!"

When Ying'er heard this, she came out of the quilt shyly and put on her clothes, "When the emperor is older, Ying'er will serve the emperor again."

Zhao Dongting looked at her cute look that she wanted to speak but stopped, and her heart couldn't help but feel evil again.

Ying Er is so well-behaved and full of classical beauty. He has never met such a gentle woman in his previous life.

No, I can't let the Southern Song Dynasty perish like this! Zhao Dongting thought hard in his heart.

God gave him the opportunity to be reborn, and he would never be willing to be a cowardly emperor of the end of the world, and he was killed before he could even become an adult. He had traveled through time and with modern knowledge, even if he could not restore the mountains and rivers, he could not let the Southern Song Dynasty die in his own hands.

What's more, there are beautiful maids like Ying Er waiting to pick them.

As a time traveler, Zhao Dongting still has a sense of superiority.

Thinking of this, Zhao Dongting immediately said to Ying'er: "Yinger, Xuan, all the ministers will meet you."

In his previous life, he had over ten years in charge of media companies and had already made Zhao Dongting develop a decisive and decisive personality.

He felt that his death was a bit strange. In history, Zhao Ying was only infected with wind and cold, so how could he be so easily?

Zhao Dongting wanted to ask clearly.

Ying'er nodded slightly and walked out the door.

Soon, people came in outside the door one after another. The leader was a plump beauty with a beautiful country, and she was in her mature years.

The eunuch Li Yuanxiu's unique duck voice came in, "The Empress Dowager is here."

Concubine Yang Shu, the mother of Emperor Zhao Sheng.

With Li Yuanxiu's voice, this character appeared in Zhao Dongting's mind. Unexpectedly, his biological mother was so beautiful.

He slowly sat up from the bed, rubbed his cheeks, and thought to himself: Since we have traveled through time, we must look like an emperor. We were killed by that woman in our previous life. Being the emperor this time is considered a compensation from God.

He doesn't care how history will change because of himself.

Furthermore, from the moment he possessed himself to the already dead Zhao Xing, history should have changed.

When Concubine Yang Shu, who was still surprised on her face, slowly walked to the bed, Zhao Dongting shouted softly, "My mother."

Concubine Yang Shu looked at her 27 or 28 years old and was extremely noble. Although she was a little tired and sad, she still looked extremely beautiful.

She looked at Zhao Dongting in surprise and asked softly: "Zhier, how do you feel?"

At this time, the sayings of ghosts and gods were extremely popular. Concubine Yang Shu looked at Zhao Dongting who had been resurrected from the dead. Although she was her own parent-child, she was also a little scared.

"Thank you for your concern for the queen. The emperor just feels a little weak, but..."

Zhao Dongting said, his eyes flashed over Yang Shufei, looking at the five or six ministers and nobles behind her, but they didn't recognize her.

He did not integrate Zhao Shi's memory.

Seeing that he wanted to speak but stopped, Yang Shufei's eyebrows slightly raised, and she couldn't help but show some concern, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Dongting replied: "Mother, except for you, the child seems to be unable to remember anyone else."

"this……"

Concubine Yang was slightly stunned, with a few doubts flashing in her eyes, and then she said to her back: "Doctor An, don't you show it to the emperor quickly."

"yes."

At the end of several ministers in the house, an elderly man with a goatee standing side by side with the eunuch Li Yuanxiu hurried to the bed.

His eyebrows were slightly locked, and his face looked a little pale.

When he arrived at the bed, he trembled and stretched out his hand, "Your Majesty, Rong Weichen will take your pulse."

Zhao Dongting stretched out his left hand and felt a little strange in his heart. It was just a pulmonary rush. Why was this imperial physician afraid of doing this?

Are you afraid that you are really a zombie?

He had a kind of intuition in his darkness, and always felt that Zhao's death was not as simple as infecting the cold.

Inside the house, it was quiet for a moment.

In the past few minutes, Doctor An withdrew his hand and bowed to Concubine Yang Shu and said, "Report to the Empress Dowager, God bless our dynasty. The Emperor's Dragon Embodied is not a big deal, but he is just a little weak in blood."

When Yang Shufei heard this, she frowned even deeper, "Why did she say that he only remembers this palace?"

"this……"

Doctor An hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "It may be that the wind evil has penetrated into the bones and caused amnesia, but because the empress dowager is the most important in the emperor's heart, only the empress dowager can still be remembered."

Concubine Yang Shu didn't understand the medical skills and couldn't figure out the clues, so she could only nod her head as if she was unbelievable.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and asked: "Since the emperor is fine, why did you diagnose the emperor as terminally ill before?"

As the Queen Mother, she was naturally majestic and grand when she showed her power.

With only two thuds, Doctor An and the eunuch Li Yuanxiu both fell to the ground.

Doctor An straightforwardly beat up, "I am wrongly diagnosed, please spare my life!"

Li Yuanxiu slapped himself with a big slap, "I'm confused! I'm confused!"

Before, he shouted the words "The Emperor has passed away". Now he is afraid that Mo would hate Doctor An to death.

When Concubine Yang saw that her son was fine, she was said to be dead by the two of them. She was already angry. Seeing that they had no decent explanation, she was even more angry and waved her hand and said, "Pull it down and behead you."

Doctor An and Li Yuanxiu were about to burst out with tears and snot, and they cried and shouted, "Grandmaster, please spare me..."

Zhao Dongting was also afraid when he saw Concubine Yang Shuyan killing people. He thought that he had traveled over time and that Concubine Yang Shuyan was in power. If he accidentally showed any clues and she could see any flaws, wouldn't he be dealt with by her?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shivered.

No, I have to take some rights first!

Zhao Dongting suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "Slow down!"

Although they were just imperial physicians and eunuchs, they were finally better than nothing. Zhao Dongting wanted to save their lives so that they could be loyal to him.

Everyone in the house looked at him in confusion.

Concubine Yang asked, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Zhao Dongting said: "The child felt that Doctor An and his father-in-law might be taking care of the child day and night, and they were physically and mentally exhausted, which led to misdiagnosis. Please ask the mother to spare their lives."

Concubine Yang looked at Zhao Dongting deeply and said, "Since you said that, then let these two slaves go."

But the doubts in her eyes were deeper, and she was resurrected from the dead and lost her memory, which was extremely suspicious. However, Zhao Dongting's appearance had not changed, and no one could tell what was going on. Concubine Yang was also not sure.

Doctor An, Li Yuanxiu hurriedly kowtowed and thanked.

This matter is revealed.

Zhao Dongting was concerned about the Yuan army in his heart and asked, "Everyone, I wonder what the current situation of our dynasty and the Yuan army are now?"

He thought that if it was impossible, he would sneak away.

But when all the ministers heard his question, they looked at Concubine Yang Shu.

At this time, Yang Shufei ruled the country from behind the curtain, and the military and political power of the Southern Song Dynasty was in her hands. She was more like a real emperor.

Concubine Yang looked at Zhao Dongting deeply again and said meaningfully: "Yes, you are still young and have just recovered from a serious illness. It's better not to worry about these troublesome things."

Zhao Dongting read about Yang Shufei's affairs in history books, and when he heard this, he felt a little nervous.

Even the situation of the two armies did not let me know. Is Concubine Yang caring about herself or being on guard against herself?

He didn't know if his performance just now showed any clues, but it was obvious that Concubine Yang didn't want him to inquire about the government.

After pondering slightly, Zhao Dongting tentatively said: "My mother, the child has just recovered from a serious illness, and he only felt enlightened and had a lot of clear mind. Since he was a ruler, he felt that it was his duty to worry about national affairs."

"this……"

A few strange looks flashed in Yang Shufei's eyes. She looked at Zhao Dongting with a little closer look and said indifferently: "Even if that's the case, you have to wait for you to take care of your body. Do you think so? Could it be that you didn't even listen to the words of the Queen Mother?"

After saying that, she turned around and looked at the ministers behind her.

The ministers hurriedly said, "Please put the dragon body first!"

Zhao Dongting's heart was slightly sank and he didn't dare to try again. Concubine Yang clearly refused to hand over power, and he didn't know if he could see something was wrong with him.

At that moment, Zhao Dongting said simply: "The child will obey his mother."
To be continued...