"The body of the little emperor is weak. I'm afraid he needs to be nurtured. The weight will be reduced by half in the near future!" Cui Nanshan let out a soft sigh, revealing a regretful look, "You're still so young, yet your body isn't as strong as yours. How could you bear the torment?" "He's alone in the palace again. What a tragedy!"

Dongfang Wenming frowned slightly, but let out a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. Zhao Jing was naturally the best if she didn't have any problems. He had been in too much of a hurry to achieve his goals and had forgotten that she was still young and couldn't withstand the medicine's effects!

"You think about it!" Dongfang Bu's bright eyes slightly sank. "You're good at this!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, from the looks of it, who was the one who was so flustered just now? "What is the point of questioning this old man when he knows that I am better than you?" Cui Nanshan glared at Zhou Zhiqian, "Forget it, nothing has happened to little emperor, he just suffered from the cold!"

Dongfang Wenming nodded, "I'm fine. How did I get the cold?"

Cui Nanshan placed his hands on his hips, "How can people not get sick when eating grains? How could a ten-year-old child take good care of himself? You killed her mother, and now you're letting her catch a cold? Can't you see it's snowing outside? It was snowing in winter, so it was hard for children to avoid having a lot of fun. They would freeze after eating a bit of snow. Isn't it common to stay with ordinary people? Don't be so fussy about my medicine! Old man's medicine, it's good! "

Dongfang Wenming didn't want to hear any more of his nonsense, so he turned around and walked out, "If there are no other problems, then it's naturally the best. The dosage will be halved, but you can't stop!"

As soon as the voice fell, Dongfang Wenming stopped and stood at the door. Zhou Zhiqian quickly covered him with the cloak. He slowly turned his head, and with a gaze that seemed to be filled with snow, he warned, "Cui Nanshan, take care of your kind heart. There are some things that you cannot decide!"

Cui Nanshan was taken aback. He had just spoken a few good words on behalf of the little Emperor. How could this fellow bear grudges against him? That was true. Who was that person from the East? He was so shrewd that he could draw blood. In the end, his little scheme was seen through!

"Don't worry!" Cui Nanshan lowered his voice, "I'll do what you asked. I'll definitely do it well!"

"Humph!" Dongfang Buming coldly snorted before he stepped into the wind and snow.

Cui Nanshan looked at the direction of the palace and sighed. "What a sinner …"

When he entered the Qian Yuan Palace, his footsteps were a bit heavy. When he arrived in front of the bed, Zhao Jing opened his eyes slightly. It was only then that he realized he had made a fuss over her.

"Your majesty!" He bowed.

The unidentified voice from the east was a bit magnetic and heavy. When Zhao Jing closed his eyes, he felt that the voice was as mellow and mellow as wine. It was truly pleasing to the ear and had a tinge of alluring charm. However, when she opened her eyes and saw him, she felt a shiver in her heart!

Although they were mortal enemies, they had to pretend to be friendly.

"The Regent... "No need for formalities!" Zhao Jing's voice was hoarse, and his face was terrifyingly pale.

She was really sick!

Wei Shuge quickly helped Zhao Jing up and placed the pillow behind him to make her feel more comfortable.

"It's winter in Japan, and the Ministry of Rites wants to give dumplings!" Zhao Jing smiled weakly. "I have already sent someone to deliver the dumplings of the Prime Minister's Estate and the Supreme Fu Estate. I think that only the Regent's Estate …" The Regent wouldn't mind staying at the palace and eating dumplings with me, would he? "

Dongfang Wenming looked at her with a smile that had some hidden meaning. "Since it's the emperor's beautiful intention, then this subject will obey!"

Zhao Jing smiled. He had his own plans.

When it was time for lunch, Zhao Yuannan came up with dumplings.

Zhao Jing wasn't surprised at all. She had predicted that he would definitely come, because he hadn't even arrived yet! She glanced at Wei Shuge, who was busy preparing the dishes. She glanced at Gan Tang, who was holding her breath. She was completely on guard. Finally, her gaze landed on Wei Shuge, who was still busy preparing the dishes.

However, Dongfang Wenming was still as indifferent and distant as before. He didn't even lift his eyelids. Zhao Jing's heart couldn't help but sink!

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Jing tried his best to remain calm.

Dongfang Wenming suddenly opened his mouth. "Does Your Majesty know the story of the Fish Intestine Sword?"

As Zhao Yuannan approached with a plate of fish in his hand, Zhao Jing's heart chilled. The hand hidden in his sleeve instantly clenched into a fist!