In the few days after that, Xiao Qi did not come to Huayin Palace again.

The figure he would appear outside the Huayin Hall every evening and disappeared from now on.

Qingjiu thought he had finally thought it was open and stopped pestering her anymore. When he finally asked, maybe he was about to let her go, Mu'er brought back a message: Xiao Qi was sick and seemed to be very sick.

The moment she heard the news, Qing Jiu felt that the feeling in her heart was very subtle. The first thing she thought of was the blood that Xiao Qi spit out that day.

The bright red color is like a poppy flower, taking root and sprouting in her heart.

It made her extremely uncomfortable.

Is it a poison?

When Leng Yi gave her the antidote that day, he said that there was nothing that his ghost doctor could not do, but now others are in the Medicine King Valley. Does that mean that no one in this palace can remove the poison on his body?

Qing Jiu's little hands, who were flipping through the book, paused, and the expression on his little face was very serious.

She thought of the antidote that she crushed.

I'm afraid it's turned into dust long ago.

After thinking about it, I felt that Xiao Qi was asking for it. I lowered my head, threw everything related to him out of my mind, and turned the page again.

But will he die?

She looked at the words on the book and turned into this sentence.

She narrowed her eyes and closed the book heavily, but when she slipped her hand, the book directly hit the ground, making a "bang".

"Miss Three?" Mu'er was startled by her, and hurriedly ran over to pick up the book, handed it to Qingjiu carefully, and asked tentatively: "Miss Three, are you worried about the emperor's body?

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Qing Jiu's hand that took the book froze and hummed, "Yes, I'm worried why he isn't dead yet."

"ah!"

Mu'er was startled, looked around quickly, and then whispered: "Miss Third, how could you... curse the emperor to die?"

"..." Qing Jiu pursed his lips tightly.

No words.

Seeing this, Mu'er thought of the recent instructions of General Manager Zhu, who had repeatedly told him, clenched his clothes in front of him, and said, "Miss Three, are you going to see the emperor? I heard that the emperor is so sick that he is already unconscious.

I've been awake for several days. Are the imperial doctors in the entire Imperial Hospital helpless?"

Have been in a coma for several days?

Is it that serious?

Qing Jiu glanced at Mu'er suspiciously, and the latter immediately lowered his head guiltily.

"This... I don't know about this, it's all heard."

But there is no wind or waves. It seems that Xiao Qi was indeed quite serious after vomiting blood that day.

Thinking of something, she slowly climbed down from the bed and walked out of the hall. Mu'er was delighted behind her and hurriedly followed: "Miss Third, are you going to see the Emperor?"

"..." Qing Jiu turned around and looked at her, and after a while, he said quietly: "Of course... not."

How could she go to see Xiao Qi?

She was going to find out if the pill that was crushed by it was still there.

Thinking of this, as if he wanted to believe it, Qing Jiu nodded heavily, turned around casually, and continued to move forward.

Mu'er was stunned for a moment, but the third lady refused? But where was she going? Following Qingjiu, watching her leave the Huayin Hall, and soon stood outside the emperor's bedroom. Outside the hall

The imperial guards all showed a hint of surprise on their faces when they saw the child.

Qingjiu was soon welcomed by Zhu Chi who rushed over. When Zhu Chi followed Qingjiu, he showed a light of praise to Mu'er.

The latter was confused. Woo, Miss Three clearly said it was not?

Then, Mu'er still knew why Qingjiu said she was not going to see the emperor, because she just stood at the door of the emperor's bedroom, circled the corridor outside the hall, stood in a certain position for a while, and actually

It was under the expectant gaze of the head manager, shook his head and murmured, "Is it really gone?" She originally heard that the poison on Xiao Qi's body had not been resolved, and now she was so sick that she didn't know life or death, and her mood was a little delicate

of.

Although Leng Yi asked her to decide on her own when she gave her medicine that day, Xiaoqi was also his nephew.

In fact, he thought that he would not be so cruel and would give Xiao Qi the antidote, so he left with confidence.

But she didn't expect that when she went to the bedroom, she heard that scene.

So, with a cruel heart, I crushed the pills directly.

She sighed, since that's the case... she could only let Xiao Qi leave the will of heaven.

She patted her little hands, and she turned around and looked at Zhu Chi looking at her with a gaze, as if saying: Miss Third, let's take a few more steps forward, let's take a few more steps forward?

Qing Jiu looked up and saw a few steps away, a door was Xiao Qi's bedroom.

The man was lying on the dragon couch next to this door, but she didn't want to go in. How could she go to see him when she hides from him?

He drooped his eyes silently, simply ignored Zhu Chi's gaze, walked around him, and walked out of the hall-

"Miss Three." Zhu Chi followed her in disappointment.

Qing Jiu did not turn around, his steps were neither slow nor fast, and he was very steady, but she only walked a few steps. Suddenly, a panic sound came from the palace, followed by the screams of the palace maids and the messy footsteps, "Hurry! Quick! The emperor again

I vomited blood, go and ask General Zhu!"

After saying that, the door of the bedroom opened in response.

When Zhu Chi heard the sound, he immediately ran in and ordered someone to ask for the imperial physician.

Qing Jiu's steps slowly stopped. She was walking to the front of the door of the bedroom. She could see the scene in the bedroom with her face turned sideways. The noise and the chaos were intertwined, as if she would hear "The next moment,"

The news of the death of the emperor.

Her heart twitched.

Haven't you let it go completely?

Heart pain, still not...

She slowly turned her face and saw the bright yellow color not far away lying silently.

It really seems like he is dead.

She closed her eyes, and then she went to take a look, and went back when he died without himself.

Taking a deep breath, she turned sideways and walked into the hall.

As she approached, the palace maid and Zhu Chi, who were originally busy, were stunned for a moment, but they became busy at random and quickly.

Qingjiu stood neither far nor near, which did not affect them, and could see Xiao Qi's pale and bloodless handsome face.

He seemed to have lost weight again, his cheeks slightly concave inward.

The last time I saw him that day was not so obvious, I looked like I was not alone at this moment... It was because Xiao Qi was so dead and silent. When Mo Tong closed, he lost his sharp domineering aura.

It looks much weaker.

She squinted her eyes quietly, and Zhu Chi and the palace maid walked out at some point.
Chapter completed!