The Concubine Queen of the Phoenix: Your Majesty spoils his wife excessively

Chapter 174 For her, do everything [1]

After her figure left, Jing Yu turned around and asked: "Wang Ye really said he didn't see Wang Fei?"

Helplessness appeared on Fubuxue's stern face, he looked at the direction where Su Qingying disappeared, and silently shook his head.

"puff--"

A mouthful of hot blood was sprayed on the veil, and the lake-blue veil was dotted with red plums.

Jun Xiye's face was pale, and there was no trace of color on her pale lips except blood stains.

He frowned tightly, his handsome face twisted in pain, and after a sharp pain in his heart and lungs, he vomited blood uncontrollably again.

"cough--"

"My lord, how are you doing!" Qin Feng was shocked.

Jun Xiye sat cross-legged on the bed, using her own internal strength to desperately suppress the roiling poison in her body.

What Chu Yanran said is correct, even if he has a strong skill, he will die of poison within a month at the most!
This was the worst attack he had had since he was poisoned.

Even if it was him, he could only try his best to suppress the poisonous hair, and he couldn't control the toxin from wandering in the body at all.

After a while, he opened his eyes and asked weakly, "It's all right, what time is it now?"

"It's already the right time, my lord, if you continue like this, you..." Qin Feng knows Jun Xiye's physical condition like the palm of his hand, no matter how hard the lord persists, it will be useless, and there will be a day when he can't suppress it.

Jun Xiye took the brocade handkerchief on the side and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. This time, he retreated for a day and a night to detoxify, and finally saved his life for a few more days.

He doesn't care about life and death, but he can't die now.

After everything was dealt with, he wouldn't have to suffer from this kind of poisonous pain anymore.

"It's okay, it's good to live another day." Jun Xiye put down the brocade handkerchief, and with Qin Feng's support, got up and got out of bed.

With his body now, he couldn't even stand up by himself.

Qin Feng helped him to the table and let him sit on the sandalwood chair. Jun Xiye put his arms on the table, breathing hard with his head sideways.

After a few times, he finally had the strength to hold the yellow silk, held the vermilion pen with his long fingers, dipped in the ink lightly, and wrote word by word.

On the other side of the table, there was already a pile of yellow silk that was as high as a small hill, which was written by him with painstaking efforts in the past few days.

He is good at calculating, even if he dies, he must take care of all affairs, otherwise, wouldn't this huge dynasty fall into chaos again.

After writing one, write another.

The candles burned shorter and shorter, and the night outside the window was thick. Jun Xiye was still writing, and his handsome face, which had lost all color, seemed to be decades old and could not find any vitality.

Qin Feng served a cup of tea and whispered: "My lord, you can take a rest."

"I don't have much time for this king. If you can do more, do more. In the future, when Chu Yang succeeds to the throne, you can spend less effort." Jun Xiye took the seal, stamped it on Huang Juan, and looked at the seal. On the silk cloth was the frontier deployment order that he personally deployed, and he sighed softly: "He is not in good health, he should work less."

As he said that, he took another volume of yellow silk, spread it out, and slowly wrote down the officials he had promoted over the years in terms of ability, character, and family.

While writing, he smiled: "Select some ministers who can share his worries in the future. Over the years, this king has cultivated many young talents, and now they can be used."

He kept writing, and his smile became more and more gentle: "Chu Yang has the talent of an emperor, but his body is too weak. In the future, there will be lightness. I think it will not be too hard. There will be lightness to help him with government affairs. This king can rest assured." .”

(End of this chapter)