There is a black lotus in the deep palace

Chapter 344
"Your majesty, the imperial physicians all said that your illness is caused by exhaustion, years of hard work and mental exhaustion, and it is caused by you worrying about yourself day and night, your majesty!"

"I beg you as a slave, you can't be so disrespectful to your body anymore, you should go back quickly, it's freezing outside, your majesty, I beg you as a slave!"

Li Dequan was also old, and he really couldn't stand the cold. His face was pale, his teeth were chattering from the cold, and his whole body was trembling.

Xia Houjue was too lazy to say anything, so he gave him a look and turned back.

Li Dequan was overjoyed, and hurriedly followed.

After returning to the room, Xia Houjue rinsed his mouth vigorously, making sure that he didn't even have the slightest smell of blood on his body, so he lay down on the bed contentedly.

After a sleepless night, Xia Houjue's spirit became even worse the next day, and he couldn't even get out of bed.

Li Dequan brought the imperial doctor to check the pulse, but said that he had contracted a cold and it got worse.

Tang Waning did not doubt that he was there, and really regarded his illness as a cold, and took care of him conscientiously, and even moved the children out to prevent him from getting sick.

Xia Houjue's illness lasted until the end of the year, and he didn't know why, but his health still couldn't get better.

Sometimes it's lighter, and it's just like a normal person, and sometimes it's heavier, and you can't get out of bed at all.

After repeating this several times, Tang Wanning couldn't help but start to wonder if he really had a cold.

Based on his physique, even if he is an old man in his 40s, he is still not old enough to be bedridden.

So one day, after Xia Houjue took medicine and fell asleep, she went to the Imperial Hospital.

Tang Wanning remained calm, but had someone tie up the imperial doctor who was treating the emperor, and then used her own dagger to put someone's throat.

"Quickly tell me, what kind of disease does the emperor have? Why has it been so long, and it still doesn't get better?"

"Is it the emperor's illness or is it false? Or is your statement false?"

"Say it quickly, don't say that I cut your throat!"

What the empress said made all those people feel apprehensive, and then... there was no more.

They are not afraid of death. If they are recruited, the lives of the whole family may be lost, so in comparison, it is better to die by themselves.

So everyone gritted their teeth one by one and didn't say anything.

It's a pity that Tang Wanning is not that stupid after all, the more they don't talk about it, the more suspicious she becomes.

Then... She got Xia Houjue's real prescription.

Afterwards, she found a confidant eunuch to go out of the palace to find a famous doctor in the capital to see. In the end, she guessed it right after all.

"I have become sick from overwork, and I have to suppress the disease. Although it can be relieved for a while, but in the end, the more suppressed, the more explosive it will be. It is not a long-term solution!"

Tang Wanning could still recognize these words.

Seeing this medical certificate, she still felt that she could not bear it, nor could she understand it.

"Hahaha, that's impossible. He's a martial artist, how can he be so easy to get sick from overwork, and he's only in his 40s?"

"This is so nonsense, why didn't I know that getting sick from overwork would kill people?"

She laughed loudly, but after a while, her smiling face turned into a crying face, and she lay on the soft bed and burst into tears.

"Didn't you say that you want to treat me well for the rest of your life? Bastard! Liar!"

"What makes you sick from overwork? Are you tired?" Speaking of being tired, Tang Wanning gritted her teeth in hatred.

That's right, this man is just tired, he often drags the ministers around, the longest time in his memory, he didn't close his eyes for many days.

These years, although they lived together in Jinhua Palace, how many days did she not see him all day long? !
Originally, she didn't care about these things, but who would have known that he would suddenly become like this, and would become sick from overwork?
She couldn't accept it for a while, and even hated it. Is this the result of all these years in the deep palace?
Even if she wasn't worth it for Xia Houjue, she wasn't worth it for herself. If she knew that she wanted to be a candle like this, burning herself to illuminate others, it might as well be inappropriate.

Probably, she still can't be such a great person.

……

Hatred turns to hatred, resentment turns to unwillingness, the disease must be cured after all.

Xia Houjue didn't take it seriously, and always looked calm and breezy.

"It's not that serious, Wanwan, you care too much"

Tang Wanning pinched him hard on the shoulder and gritted her teeth in hatred: "It's not serious, so why are you vomiting blood?"

Xia Houjue rubbed his nose, coughed lightly, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's just tired, I don't fall down so easily, I always want to watch Jingming get married and find a good husband-in-law."

Tang Wanning pinched him harder, but her eyes were red.

"You said it yourself, if you can't do it, see how I deal with you!"

Xia Houjue patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, don't listen to the nonsense of those imperial doctors, I know my body best..."

Tang Waning couldn't bear to pinch him anymore, she turned around and sobbed softly.

As a wonderful modern person, I wanted to spend my whole life in ancient times, but who would have thought that I would meet such a person, unknowingly entangled two hearts, entangled, hesitant, confused, and painful.

I've struggled with it all my life, I've hated it all my life, and finally found that I still can't leave it, can't forget it, and can't bear to part with it.

……

This year is hard to describe, and I am happy and happy. After all, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, and my family is healthy.

The dead rest in peace, and the living are safe and sound, which can be regarded as consummation.

He was not that happy even though Xia Houjue tried his best to conceal his weakness, the tiredness in his eyes, his body that was getting thinner day by day, and his pale face, they still betrayed him.

But even so, he was reluctant to rest for a day, even if he was old, he still stayed alone in the imperial study, facing the mountain of files.

He caressed the books, the volumes of files, and there was indescribable complexity and vicissitudes in his deep eyes.

After nearly 20 years since he ascended the throne, this devastated country has finally turned into a beautiful country in Haiyan and Heqing. Those people who are poorly clothed and hungry have finally become comfortable, stable and prosperous.

The unjust cases in various prefectures and counties, those at the bottom of the parental officials, are all carefully selected and past. These years have not only eliminated the occurrence of unjust cases, but even the old unjust cases in the past 20 years have gradually become ordinary.

The so-called peace and prosperity, the so-called prosperity of the country and the people's safety, are nothing more than that.

Often when quietly appearing behind the father, his eyes were red and his whole body was trembling.

He originally thought that being an emperor was easy, he didn't study hard, and with his intelligence and talent, he could do most things fairly well.

It never occurred to him that he would have to do these things when he was an emperor.

What are the files and books in this room?Are they all written by the father?
(End of this chapter)