The Empress Dowager

Chapter 122
"What is a car? Yue'er, how many stories are there in your little head? If there is really... such a place, would you like to take me there?"

Murong Jun is like a fragile glass doll at this time, his face is pale and frightening, and his black jade-like eyes are full of hope looking at Nangong Yue. In 19 years, this is the first time he knows that there is something called hope in this world. , it is so beautiful, but also so out of reach!
"When your body recovers, Yue'er, I'll take you there." Nangong Yue said, her eyes began to moisten. It's not that she was hypocritical, but in terms of Murong Jun's situation, he may be at any time...

"Yue'er, I'm sick... After drinking a few cans of medicine, I can listen to your stories like before... Don't be sad..." Murong Jun said weakly, and accidentally coughed up blood again.

"I'm not sad, don't talk anymore, I still have to wait for you to recover from your illness, and I'll tell you a story!" Nangong Yue quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, and took out a silk handkerchief from her sleeve to help Murong Jun wipe off the corners of her mouth. blood stains.

Murong Jun nodded without saying a word. At this moment, he felt that he was very happy. Apart from his mother, there was another person who cared about him sincerely. Murong Jun thought, the corners of his mouth curved into a beautiful arc, and his black eyes were also stained. A few smiles.

At this moment, a burst of noisy footsteps came in, and there were quite a few people who heard the sound.

Empress Jiang walked in quickly. Seeing Nangong Yue here, she was not surprised at all. Her phoenix eyes gave Nangong Yue a hard look. Nangong Yue hurriedly stepped aside and blessed Empress Jiang: "Greetings to Empress Empress!"

Empress Jiang said nothing, and turned to look at Murong Jun lovingly: "Jun'er, how is it?"

"My son, it's okay." Murong Jun said weakly.

"Xiao Yuanzi said that you have vomited blood, can you still call it okay?" Empress Jiang said, then turned to look at the imperial physician who was carrying a medicine box beside her: "Emperor Zhang, hurry up and show Jun'er."

"Yes, empress." Doctor Zhang put the medicine box in his hand on the table, went to the bed and sat down, put his hand on Murong Jun's wrist, then withdrew his hand after a while, and cupped his hand towards Empress Jiang:

"Go back to Empress, the Seventh Prince's condition may not be optimistic."

"Doctor Zhang, what do you mean? No matter what, you must take care of Jun'er's illness. If Jun'er makes a mistake, you are the only one to ask!"

"Yes, empress, it's just that the Seventh Prince's illness is fierce this time. If he wants to stop coughing up blood, he will have to take care of him for a long time. It is very difficult for the prince's condition to improve."

Hearing this, Empress Jiang gave Nangong Yue a hard look, then turned to look at Xiao Yuanzi: "Xiao Yuanzi, did you hear what Doctor Zhang said? Don't let outsiders disturb Jun'er. If I find out, be careful Your head!"

Xiao Yuanzi shrank his neck, and quickly replied: "Slave, I understand."

"En." Empress Jiang responded, and turned to look at Imperial Physician Zhang: "Hurry up and prescribe the prescription, and let Xiao Yuanzi go through it."

"Yes, empress." Doctor Zhang walked to the table, quickly wrote down the prescription with a pen, and handed the prescription to Xiao Yuanzi. Xiao Yuanzi was about to take it, but Empress Jiang took it.

Empress Jiang looked at the prescription and checked that there was nothing wrong with it, then passed the prescription to Xiao Yuanzi, who took the prescription and bowed to Empress Jiang: "Your Majesty, the servant is going to get the medicine."

(End of this chapter)