C12

"The eunuch by your side …" Wei Shuge smiled meaningfully.

Zhao Jing's eyes suddenly widened, Zhao Yuannan!

In the next two days, Zhao Jing did not see Zhao Yuannan's whereabouts. He heard from Wei Shuge that Zhao Yuannan had went to the Imperial Palace Services Office. In the end, Zhao Jing did not dare to inquire about what exactly they were going to do at the Imperial Palace Services Office, lest it land in Dongfang Weiming's ears that way, it would harm Zhao Yuannan!

Zhao Yuannan carried the grudge of clan extermination, Zhao Jing had reason to believe that he would do something stupid!

"Tomorrow is winter!" Wei Shuge reminded her.

"Ministry Of Rites said, dumplings should be given as gifts for the winter!" Zhao Jing held onto his chest, looking a little uncomfortable, "Is the royal kitchen ready?"

"Yes sir!" Wei Shuge nodded, "Then your majesty …"

"Zhao Yuannan predicted that I would not send anyone to find him, and would always avoid me." Zhao Jing took a deep breath, and the pain lessened, "I can't let him do something stupid! If there really is anything, Big Sister Shuge can help me with it anytime! "

Wei Shuge indicated that Zhao Jing should not speak, and opened the door to take a look. She then turned back and smiled to Zhao Jing, "The snow has been blowing hard these past two days, but it's still snowing in the end." She turned up the fire in the room.

Zhao Jing was afraid of the cold!

At this time, Zhao Jing's face was extremely pale, "Go and prepare a bucket of cold water for me."

Wei Shuge's hands paused, "Cold water? "What for?"

"Go!" Zhao Jing did not explain. He only walked to the front of the furnace with a sunken face, and stretched out his ice-cold hand to feel the warmth of the coal fire.

Wei Shuge filled a bucket of cold water and returned to his Bedchamber, then carefully closed the door, "Your majesty, what do you want this cold water to do?"

Zhao Jing's eyelids drooped, as he thoughtfully stared at the flickering candle flame. "Help!"

Wei Shuge would never have thought that Zhao Jing would be so stubborn. Even Wei Shuge would not dare to pour cold water on him in this kind of winter. But Zhao Jing was still okay, a bucket of cold water was poured over him, completely drenched him. That night, Zhao Jing had a high fever, and his entire body was burning in a daze.

The next morning, Dongfang Weiming received news that all of the imperial doctors had been invited into the Qianyuan Hall late last night. His heart turned cold, he turned to look at Gan Tang who had just left the palace to deliver the message, "Why is it like this?"

Gan Tang immediately bowed, "All of your positions are exactly as I ordered, this lowly subordinate is definitely not good at making decisions! Please do your best to observe! "

Hearing that, Dongfang Weiming frowned. If there was no problem with the quantity, then what was the problem? Logically speaking, it was impossible for something like this to happen. How could it be possible …? It became this serious all of a sudden? That's not right! That's not right!

Dongfang Weiming entered the palace with a cold face and went straight to the Imperial Hospital.

Zhou Zhiji grabbed the head of the Imperial Hospital — — Cui Nanshan, and pulled him out from under the blanket. He threw him in front of Dongfang Weiming, "Master, he's here!"

Dongfang Weiming stood with his hands behind his back, his tall body facing the window. When he looked back, the gloominess that had settled on his face was clearly visible. "What happened to the Emperor last night?"

Hearing that, Cui Nanshan finally understood. He sat cross-legged on the ground and gave a hollow laugh as he looked at the man standing above him, "The old man was dreaming when he suddenly had his sorghum disturbed. He didn't believe me and came to find me to settle the score?"

"I'm asking you a question!" Zhou Zhiji panicked.

"Young people are so anxious. Aren't you afraid that you'll scare away your daughter-in-law and beat her bachelor in the future?" Cui Nanshan snorted twice, "If it wasn't for the fact that I owed you a favor towards Dongfang Weiming back then, I wouldn't even need to be trapped in this palace and degrade myself!" After saying that, he slowly got up from the ground. "There's no problem with the medicine. The one with problem is the little emperor!"

Dongfang Weiming suddenly squinted his dangerous eyes, a terrifying coldness burst out from the gaps between his mischievous eyes, "Emperor has a problem?!"