The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 69

Tang Yiru watched as the doctor left, and he threw the porcelain pillow on the bed.

Quack doctors are all quacks! Looking at the **** stain on Juan Pa, Tang Yiru was terrified in his heart.

Suddenly fainted in the yard half a month ago, after waking up, not only did not use the medicine, but the body was weak, sweating cold, and coughing at night. Now, it is actually starting to cough up blood!

The royal doctor saw two, the medicine was also seen in the sky, but the disease did not improve.

It’s the third time that the doctor has come to the pulse, but it’s also a bit of a sigh of relief. Just let the medication take good, and meditation will raise.

Excited, overworked? She Tang Yiru is like a transparent person in this house. Is there any effort and effort? This is clearly a serious illness! How many people can get rid of the hemoptysis? The awful thing is that no one can diagnose it!

There is a speculation in Tang Yiru’s heart. Those inexplicable illnesses are most likely to be poisonous! Unfortunately, the royal doctor is not counting on. The only thing that can make a difference is that there is only Qi in this house.

The last time Tang Huiru wanted to harm himself, it was because of Qi’s death that he had lost his life. I don’t know if I can hide this past.

Tang Yiru rushed to ask Qi’s, but he could wait until he left. In the end, I came across a sly, saying that Qi was inadvertently cold and was lying in bed to raise a disease.

Tang Yiru looked coldly at Qi’s closeness and hated to kill her. It’s so good, the two master servants were fooled like her fools.

The first few times were headaches and brain heat. This time it was cold and cold, but she did not know that Qi was so sick.

"My sister is sick in bed for three days, but can my sister ask the doctor to see it?" Tang Yiru took the book with a curtain and looked at the woman who suddenly changed his look on the couch.

Qi did not expect that Tang Yan would not care about the face of the face, the heart is not good, the secret is bad.

I have been screaming and alienating several times, fearing that she will be saved and I will be in trouble.

Qi’s stiff smile and a weak cough a few times. “Slaves and thank you are all small problems. If you raise your health, you can use the doctor.”

"Isn't it a small problem to drag it like this?" Tang Yiru took Qi's hand and looked straight into her eyes. "Or, is the sister not careful and touched something that is not clean?"

Qi’s heart shook and instantly understood, Tang Yiru was suspicious.

No wonder that the emperor’s rushing in, the life-critical thing, she certainly can’t sit still.

"Where is this, it is accidentally blowing the wind, and it is good to be sweaty."

Regardless of whether Tang Yiru can finally find clues, he must not get a little bit of news from himself, otherwise it will be a disaster.

Qi's teeth bite to Tang Yiru, and the drip is not leaking, but his heart is so tight.

I don't know the truth, I never know the truth. Just like Tang Yiru, I still have a heart to doubt which woman wants to harm her. Qi looked at the panic of Tang Yiruqiang from the calm, and suddenly felt that there was a kind of rabbit dead fox sadness.

Although it is clear that Tang Yiru committed the sinister taboo, it will be a disaster, but Qi’s heart is still afraid. His six priests turned a blind eye to the women in the backyard, and there was no pity. Now it is a stone heart. Perhaps the entire backyard, that is, only the person of Dan Ruoyuan, can make his heart softly remember.

Qi thinks more and more, and suddenly feels that all his previous thoughts are not as good as living. Keeping a yard in a safe place is better than killing a woman in front of him.

Tang Yiru did not put a word in the house of Qi’s house, and she saw her suggestion to her that she was crazy and could only be cold-faced.

Since then, Tang Yiru's condition has become more and more serious. In the end, it was actually **** coughing up blood, and even the bed could not be allowed.

Mu Xiyao heard that Tang Yiru was fined in Dan Ruoyuan and secretly shook his head. The woman is really living more and more.

Tang Yiru certainly knows that this is a big bad. After a few days of escaping, she was able to think about it occasionally and faintly.

This strange disease, I am afraid that it is related to the night that made her uneasy for a long time.

Still haven't got rid of Tang Huiru's calculations? She borrowed someone's hand to harm her again?

Lying in bed, Tang Yiru looked at the candlestick beating outside the account, and his expression gradually became embarrassing.

If she was on the bank of the pool that year, she would not let go of her sister’s hand, what would it be like?

In Dan Ruoyuan, Zong Zhenglin took Mu Xiyao to be resettled, but he listened to Zhao Wei’s hastily reporting to Shuhuiyuan that he was not good, and he insisted on seeing his highness and sidelines.

Zong Zhenglin looked cold and took the big gong from Molan to pudding Mu Xiyao, and gave her a hand to bring her to the past.

The woman lying flat on the bed described the darkness and the look was dry. The eyes are also clear, turbid and scattered.

"His Royal Highness." Tang Yiru has been very difficult to speak out, only to call people, it has been unstable.

"Oh... I have to see my Highness after all." Tang Yiru’s words were exported, and the tears had slipped. The man standing in front of him is the only one who has been pleasing to himself, but he has never been close to him.

"Why didn't you want to give a little pity to your Highness, and wait until you can't wait for it?" The woman with a short breath looked mournful, looked sad, and looked straight at Zong Zhenglin. His eyes never shifted.

Mu Xiyao also wants to ask her to understand her strength, only to feel that the world is stupid.

The Mu Xiyao of the last life is like this, and Tang Yiru of this world is also true.

Zong Zhenglin did not look at Tang Yiru from the beginning to the end. He took his hand and stood on the palace powder in the house.

"This temple is 乃, is the Tang family, Miss Tang, Yiru. What are you doing?" Zong Zhenglin's voice was not ill, but Tang Yiru was suddenly struck by lightning and fell straight.

The doctors who were outside were rushing in and applying needles, and the house was in a mess.

Zong Zhenglin did not wait for the doctor to return, and directly led Mu Xiyao to go back.

Holding the soft body of the little woman, Zong Zhenglin felt a lot more comfortable.

Tang Jiajiao has a good daughter, one or two, I don’t know what to do. Fortunately, there is a Mu Xiyao who claims to be his own mind, otherwise the women in the backyard are simply unbearable.

Mu Xiyao's little face, Zong Zhenglin's chest, found a comfortable posture and walked to sleep.

On the second day of the afternoon, Shu Huiyuan heard the news and Tang Hao went.

When he died, the Emperor’s Office sent a letter to the Tang family.

Tang Daren got the news and immediately rushed from the Hubu to the Emperor's House. After a quarter of an hour, he was pale and trembled out of the door.

Earlier, Mrs. Tang learned that her daughter was gone. She was crying and her eyes were red and swollen. When she saw him returning to the government, she threw herself into tears.

"Yuzhi, this matter can not be mentioned, otherwise the big disaster will come." Tang Daren looked at his wife's appearance if he was mad, and he could only endure the pain in his heart and comforted him again and again.

He has two children and three women, and now the three women have gone to the second, and the rest of them are unknown. When people are in middle age, they look at their daughters in the first place. How can they not hurt?

If it’s not like a ghost, how can it be ruined today?

Thinking of His Royal Highness and throwing a face in front of him, Tang Huiru’s handwritten book, Tang Daren repented and confessed. It’s all that he teaches women no way, and teaches women no way!