Prosperous Emperor's Favorite: The Doctor Crown Princess

Chapter 87 The Emperor's Restoration
The emperor watched the puppet warlock burn to ashes alive, his heart ached so much that he bled again, and stared at the empress dowager and lord priest with scarlet eyes, as if he wanted to strangle them to death, "Who told you to do this, I allow you to do it Yet?"

Xiao Nianqing is no longer imprisoned, can she still follow him wholeheartedly?Could she have killed herself by now?This thought floated up in his mind, the emperor couldn't sit still anymore, staggered and ran out, no, Xiao Nianqing can't die, he has done so many things, and after waiting for so many years, he just wants her to live for him willingly Next son, stay with him forever, if she dies, he will be heartbroken to death!

"The imperial guards have captured the emperor, and we can't let him leave here!" The queen mother was about to die of anger from this son, who was she doing all this for, until now he is still holding back, is that woman really that important? ?

"Queen, don't stop me, I have important things to do." Situ Qingcang's eyes were burning red, and he shouted hoarsely, he couldn't just let it go, and couldn't let Xiao Nianqing commit suicide.

"Wait until the priest washes away the grievances on your body. You are haunted by unjust souls. That warlock cursed you with witchcraft. You have been weak and confused for a month. Do you want to continue?" ?”

"How is it possible? He is the most loyal hidden guard. Anyone can betray me, but he is impossible. You must have made a mistake."

The queen mother laughed angrily, "You don't believe what Aijia says, even the priest? Has he ever lied to anyone? Since you don't value your life anymore, that's great, Aijia won't care about you anymore. "

The priest's expression was gloomy and uncertain, and he stopped chanting spells.

The emperor was soon tormented by a sharp pain, and the seven orifices began to bleed again. The appearance was as terrifying as it could be.

"My lord priest, help me." The sweaty emperor was almost speechless, as if he was burning in the fire of hell.In the face of the facts, he finally believed it, and he dared not disbelieve it.

The priest quickly tapped the emperor's body a few times, and the talisman was burned to ashes and fell into the wine. He chanted a spell that no one could understand, sprinkled the talisman water on the emperor's body over and over again, and then wrote The emperor's birthday horoscope was full of needles, and the villain was thrown into the cauldron and burned cleanly.

After all this was done, the pain on the emperor's body gradually subsided, the seven orifices stopped bleeding, his whole body was full of strength, and his consciousness became much clearer.

"It's nothing serious. The emperor just needs to rest for a few more days to recover. As for the Chinese and Chinese military officials, they still need to chant sutras for three hours until dawn before everything ends."

"Thank you, Priest." The queen mother's tense heart finally fell into her stomach, and she was finally all right, that's great.

The emperor was supported by others, and returned to the bedroom to recuperate. The ministers in the temple did not dare to relax, and prayed devoutly for the emperor. On the surface, everything was calm.

Situ Xi walked up to the Empress Dowager with a painful expression on his face, "Grandmother, Xi'er is very unwell, can you take your leave for now?"

"Go." The Queen Mother waved her hand briskly, she didn't take Situ Xi seriously at all. In her heart, Situ Xi would not survive the end of this year at all. It was her greatest kindness to marry him and leave him a bloodline. After all, there are some things that she is really sorry for him. On the premise of not harming her interests, she is willing to pamper him and treat him well, so that he can live longer.

(End of this chapter)