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Chapter 253

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    When heading to the temple, Xiang Ziyu still didn't say a word. Whenever he looked into Huarong's eyes, he couldn't say all the comforting words. He was afraid that a layer of white mist would form in those star-like eyes, and then condense into  Drops of water flowed down like a broken thread.

    In that way, he couldn't bear it, and his heart ached to death.

    And he also wanted to take a gamble, Huarong is safe and sound now, maybe, maybe wait a little longer, the child will be born safely, and Huarong will not be affected.

    "Huainan, what are you thinking about?" Huarong handed over a pastry.

    Xiang Ziyu came back to his senses, lowered his head slightly, and took a bite, "Noit's nothing. Maybe I'm a little tired from reviewing memorials recently."

    "I heard that the group of ministers are still making trouble at the gate of the palace." Huarong put the pastry on the plate and rubbed Xiang Ziyu's forehead, "They are not satisfied with the exile, or" No matter how generous  Some.

    "What are you talking about?" Xiang Ziyu immediately interrupted Huarong's thoughts, "I am the ruler, and they are ministers, if they make concessions again and again, they can only make progress, let them make troubles, anyway, there will be no waves.  "

    Paused, afraid that Huarong would be worried, he said: "In the next spring scientific examination, we will select some useful talents, and those who clamor all day to go back to their hometowns for the elderly, let them go!"

    Huarong thought for a while, "The imperial examination is for next year, right now" This is because of herself, Huarong has to worry a little bit.

    "It's okay." Xiang Ziyu put his arms around Huarong, "In a few days, when we've had enough trouble, we'll go back separately. Nanshan is still far away, take a rest with me."

    Huarong struggled to get up, and was about to say something, but when she looked up, she saw that Xiang Ziyu had fallen asleep, she smiled helplessly, and carefully nestled in his arms with her eyes closed.

    As soon as she closed her eyes, sleepiness rushed to her face, and she was about to fall into it, but fear also followed. It was that dream again, the rising white mist enveloped Huarong, making her unable to see clearly the surroundings.  Everything can only be heard crying from the deepest part.

    "Ah!"

    Huarong screamed, woke up suddenly, and at the same time disturbed Xiang Ziyu, who had finally fallen asleep, "What's wrong? Rong'er, what's wrong?"

    "HuainanI heard the child cryingvery sad" Huarong sat there trembling, obviously not recovering from the fear in the dream.

    "It's just a dream, it's okay." Xiang Ziyu comforted him verbally, but the fear in his heart was no less than Hua Rong's, or even worse.

    "No!" Huarong shouted.  I touched my face, it was cold, I don't know when I cried, "Stop!"

    "What's the matter?" Xiang Ziyu asked anxiously, and at the same time ordered to stop outside.

    "Huainan." Huarong grabbed Xiang Ziyu suddenly, "I'm worried, let the genius doctor come over and let him check it out for me."

    "Okay." Seeing Huarong's panicked expression, Xiang Ziyu quickly responded, "Let him come here."

    Without waiting for Deshun to ask what happened, Xiang Ziyu's order came over, "Let the genius doctor come over and treat Concubine Rong!"

    "Hey." Deshun responded, and glanced at the carriage. He must have had a nightmare again. Ever since she was poisoned, Concubine Rong has had nightmares almost every night.  How many times.

    After this repeated, the emperor dared not tell Concubine Rong any more, just having a nightmare is like this, if she told her the details, wouldn't she go crazy?

    The genius doctor came to treat Concubine Rong, and Xiang Ziyu got out of the car to take a breath. To be honest, every time Huarong had a nightmare, he was out of breath, nervous, fearful, afraid, and all the suffocating feelings  Come on.

    "Your Majesty!" Hua Lu hurried over, looking nervously at the carriage, "Your Majesty, are you having nightmares again?"

    Xiang Ziyu said "hmm" with his forehead full of exhaustion, "Go and be with her, every time she has a nightmare, her mood is unstable."

    Hua Lu nodded, and was about to get on the horse, when she remembered something, she looked back and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry, maybe it will be better when you get to the temple, the young lady believes in Buddhism, and if the Buddha said nothing happened, she can calm down a bit."

    "I hope." Xiang Ziyu waved his hand.

    Hua Lu sighed, turned around and got into the carriage.

    "Your Majesty." Deshun came over with a cloak and put it on Xiang Ziyu, "It's cold outside, be careful of catching cold."

    Xiang Ziyu wrapped his cloak inside, "How is the arrangement in the temple?"

    Hua Lu's words are good, if those eminent monks can say something to comfort her, maybe it will be much better, but I'm afraid that those monks who don't have eyes say something that shouldn't be said,?This trip is in vain!

    "It's well arranged." Deshun said, "Those monks know what to say and what not to say."

    "That's good." Xiang Ziyu heaved a sigh of relief, "The small temple in Nanshan, the princess is also there, how is it now?"

    Now Huarong is in a special period, and her mood is easy to fluctuate, so he wants to prevent all people and things that make her mood fluctuate.

    "The princess" Deshun was a little embarrassed, "A few days ago, the princess became a monk."

    "What?!" Xiang Ziyu was astonished, "Didn't the Marquis of Xiangyuan stop you?"

    "I stopped it." Deshun sighed, "I didn't stop it. I heard that the Marquis of Xiangyuan had been making trouble in the temple for a long time and didn't stop the princess from becoming a monk. In the end, he had to let it go."

    "Why did you become a monk?"

    He also knows Xiang Shuya's temper, and he also understands how much the Marquis of Xiangyuan loves Xiang Shuya, and it's expected that he can't stop it, but what's the matter?  The elder brother who fell in love with revenge, one is a monk, and the other is unknown. Thinking of this, Xiang Ziyu has a headache.

    Deshun said: "I heard that water is like stagnant water, and seeing through the world of mortals, I have nothing to commemorate, so I left home."

    What Deshun said was a little regretful and emotional.  There are three thousand pets in one body, but in the end, there is no way to escape a word of love. The princess, who is obviously invincible, has become a monk in the end. It is really unpredictable in the world.

    I remember the last time I saw her, there was even arguing about the wedding. That scene seemed to have happened yesterday, but today it has changed drastically.

    Xiang Ziyu didn't finish speaking, but just stood silently.  Regarding Xiang Shuya becoming a monk, he didn't know whether to say congratulations or regret.  Think about it again, what would Huarong think if she found out?  Will the mood go up and down?  Head hurts again.

    "Deshun, go to the imperial physician to get medicine, I have a headache."

    "Yes." Deshun agreed and left. Xiang Ziyu's headaches don't last a day or two, so he is familiar with the medicine for headaches.

    Deshun moved quickly, and turned back after a while, holding a cup of hot tea, "Your Majesty, medicine."

    Xiang Ziyu took it and felt better after eating it.  But my mind is still a mess, hopelessly messy.  But the root cause is all about Huarong's body.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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