The favorite concubine of the system is in power

Chapter 147

A look of confusion appeared on Imperial Physician Yuan's distressed face: "What?"

"Your majesty has been suffering from illnesses these days. He must have been accompanied by nightmares in his dreams. He was tired. He just drank the medicine and fell asleep." The emperor rests."

Imperial Physician Yuan nodded subconsciously, and by the time he realized it, Yan Jieyu had already left.

Emperor Jiawen's safety is now a matter of concern to everyone. If Emperor Jiawen's pulse had not been too weak when Imperial Physician Yuan took his pulse, he would not bother Yan Jieyu.

The emperor should have realized that his physical condition was bad, so he agreed to go to Yan Jieyu.

Both of them treated this time as the last in their hearts.

But looking at Xiao Wanwan's attitude just now, she didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the matter at all.

Emperor Jiawen's head was dizzy, as if he had fallen into a long dream. In the dream, his feet were stuck in a muddy pond, and there was a force that desperately pulled him down.

Gradually, the mud flooded his nose and mouth, the air in his lungs was squeezed out bit by bit, and his eyes began to turn black bit by bit.

When he suffocated until his heart and lungs began to ache, another force suddenly appeared, lifting him up desperately.

A large amount of air rushed in, and he even smelled the faint fragrance of flowers and herbs in his nostrils.

This fragrance is refreshing, calming, but with a faint sense of familiarity.

He woke up.

The light was still dazzling when it fell into the pupils, Emperor Jiawen subconsciously took out his hand to cover it, and the wide sleeves of his robe slid down to his elbows, Emperor Jiawen was a little dazed after adapting to the light.

Even though his consciousness was chaotic when he was sick, he still clearly remembered the dense black spots on his arms, which looked like a nest of insects and ants.

Instead of leaving no trace on it like it is now.

It was quiet in the tent, only his own breathing could be heard.

"Come on."

Imperial Physician Yuan and others who were waiting outside rushed in almost immediately. When Imperial Physician Yuan saw Emperor Jiawen sitting on the bed in good spirits, he still felt unreal.

He stepped forward to take the pulse of Emperor Jiawen, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: the emperor's pulse was weaker than ordinary people's, and there was no sign of disorder at all, and the once disordered pulse was smoothed out one by one.

The emperor did recover.

Imperial Physician Yuan checked it carefully again, and found that Emperor Jiawen's condition was completely beyond his understanding, and he couldn't even use traditional pharmacological knowledge to explain it.

"God bless Zhaoguo," Imperial Physician Yuan wiped his eyes, "Your Majesty, the disease on your body has receded."

"What about Wanwan?" Emperor Jiawen asked.

The servants hurriedly went to report that Xiao Wanwan's mood was still not completely calmed down. With a brush in her hand, she slowly recalled the types and amounts of medicinal materials used to boil the medicine for that woman today. superior.

"Your Majesty," the little palace maid said outside the door, "The Emperor summons you."

Xiao Wanwan rolled up the rice paper, pushed open the door, handed the paper to the little maid, and said: "Give this prescription to Imperial Physician Yuan."

The little maid agreed, and Xiao Wanwan walked towards the camp.

"come over."

Xiao Wanwan sat next to the bed, Emperor Jiawen stretched out his arms to wrap her in his arms, put the tip of his nose against her side neck, and whispered: "I dreamed of you."

(End of this chapter)