"Hurry up and lift the emperor up."
The Empress was very worried. Two Qilin guards stepped forward and carried the little prince onto the sedan chair.
"Go to Qinxue Pavilion."
The empress was also supported by her attendants and got into the sedan chair.
The eight porters walked like flying, carrying the Luan sedan chair forward steadily, leaving the Hall of Mental Cultivation and heading towards Qinxue Pavilion.
Lin Qingluo didn't go with the luan sedan chair, but looked around and found the figure of Gai Feng accurately.
"Gaofeng, please go to Jufu Tower and bring Canglan into the palace. I need his assistance."
The corners of Haifeng's eyes shrank, and the disguise technique he thought was flawless was easily seen through again.
A heart that was not fragile was broken into dregs.
"good."
The little prince's life was at stake, and he didn't have time to be sentimental, so he cupped his hands and ran away.
Lin Qingluo glanced at the messy Hall of Mental Cultivation, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, he dodged a few times, and rushed to the outside of the hall, almost invisible.
"hiss."
There was another wave of astonishing gasps in the hall.
When the empress left, all the ministers took advantage of the night to leave the palace without caring to appease their frightened darlings.
At the end, there was only Dijun left in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, his slender shadow twisted and deformed under the dim candlelight.
"Hahaha."
Dijun suddenly laughed wildly, and pushed the candle in front of him.
The thin flame fell on the scarlet blanket extending from the high platform to the entrance of the main hall, ignited the soft fluff, and gradually spread to the surroundings.
"It's not good, it's on fire."
The fire was not big, and only burned within a few dozen meters. Several people beat hard, and the fire was extinguished in a short while.
"Dijun, please go back, the servants have to change the blankets."
After the fire was extinguished, several attendants looked at the emperor with unfriendly expressions, and there was little respect in their words: "If it is burned like this, your majesty will see it, and the lives of the servants will be over."
"Hmph, how could she care about this?"
Dijun smiled sadly, showing a bit of resentment: "In her heart, there is only that vixen who can confuse people. He has long forgotten us old people. Now, even my daughter will not let go."
"Emperor be careful!"
The few attendants were terrified, dragged their brooms and slipped away secretly.
What a joke, to criticize the empress is a serious crime of beheading.
If you don't want to live, don't implicate us.
"Hahaha."
Dijun laughed wildly again, took a sudden breath, his heart ached unbearably, took a few breaths, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground.
After a stick of incense, several attendants entered the hall again. Seeing the unconscious emperor, their legs and feet were so frightened that they ran to the imperial hospital and invited the imperial physician.
The imperial doctor came in time, and the emperor's life was saved.
However, at this point, the root cause of the disease has fallen, the mouth and nose are crooked, hemiplegia, and he can't move in bed.
**
Mo Canglan came very quickly, when Gaifeng met him at the gate of the palace, he dragged him away without saying a word.
Holding the Qilin Guard's token in his hand, he made his way to Qinxue Pavilion smoothly.
When the two entered the courtyard, the luan sedan chair had just stopped at the entrance of the courtyard, and the empress came down with the support of her attendants.
"Is the emperor injured?"
The noble gentleman came to pick up the driver at the gate of the courtyard, and noticed that the empress was in a bad mood, and followed her gaze to the luan sedan chair, his face suddenly became ugly, with a bit of gnashing of teeth anger.
"What happened? Why did the emperor get hurt?"