Zhao Qinglan's promise made Zhao Xuanji feel uncomfortable when he had a full punch but hit the empty space.

In addition to being uncomfortable, there is more suspicion and disbelief.

He looked at Zhao Qinglan carefully, trying to see a trace of flaws or panic in his own daughter's face, but he only saw a sense of peace.

"What are you doing when you look at me like this?" Zhao Qinglan asked lightly.

After considering the words, Zhao Xuanji replied: "The old minister thought that the empress would ask the old minister to go back on the grounds that the emperor was not suitable for meeting people."

Zhao Qinglan looked at Zhao Xuanji deeply, as if he really believed it, and said, "The situation of the dragon body of the priest is already well-known to the world. It is hard to say how many days he can survive. Some dispensable taboos,

It doesn't matter."

"What's more, both the emperor and the prince said that Lord Zhao is a pillar of the imperial court and the country. It is inconvenient for others to see him. Lord Zhao will naturally be convenient. I believe that if the emperor is sober, he will definitely be willing to talk to Lord Zhao."

This is a pleasant feeling from head to toe, but Zhao Xuanji did not comment.

His eyebrows drooped and he said, "Then please ask the Empress to open the palace gate."

No matter what Zhao Qinglan said, Zhao Xuanji didn't care.

What he really cares about was whether the one lying on the dragon couch in Qianqing Palace was the Daxing Emperor, or whether the person who was alive Daxing Emperor or the dead Daxing Emperor.

Zhao Qinglan did not hesitate, nor did he refuse, but instead ordered He Qiu to open the palace gate.

Zhao Xuanji stood at the door. As soon as the palace gate opened, a rich fragrance of medicine came to his nose.

When ordinary people see the smell of medicine, most people at home drink medicine. They need to take herbs every day. This taste is generally not very pleasant and even a bit pungent.

But if you get to the pharmacy, you will feel the fragrance of medicine. It is because the pharmacy is soaked in various medicinal materials all year round. Not only does it not smell bad, but it has a refreshing fragrance of medicine.

The Qianqing Palace lasted for more than a year and was boiled with the most precious medicines that were most precious and infused all year round. The fragrance of the medicine had long been infused into the gaps in the walls. At this moment, the palace gate opened, and fresh air exchanged with the air inside.

Zhao Xuanji felt that the rich aroma of medicine almost turned into substance, which made him feel dizzy.

I looked up at the bedroom and saw that most of the furnishings that should have been removed in the small space have also been removed. After all, now that the emperor of the Daxing Dynasty is like this, he will definitely not use furniture such as coffee tables and chairs.

In the palace, there should be eunuchs and palace maids, but the only one is not seen.

Zhao Xuanji silently remembered this detail in his heart, and then quickly walked to the dragon couch.

The bed curtain was lowered, making people unable to see the specific scene on the dragon couch, and only a figure was seen lying on the head.

"emperor!"

Zhao Xuanji knelt down with a thud, and a sad cry came from his mouth. His voice was choked and his tail sound was trembling, like a cuckoo crying blood. No matter who came, he would burst into tears when he heard this call full of affection.

"Since the emperor fell ill, the old minister prayed for the emperor every day and asked God to open his eyes every night. However, the emperor not only failed to recover his health, but became more and more serious. Whenever he missed this, he always felt that the old minister's begging was not pious enough and could not be moved.

God!"
Chapter completed!