Chapter 4 Ning'er

The door was gently pushed by a force. Mo Ning dodged, and Xiaoyu hurriedly came in with several imperial doctors. Zhong Qingquan and Yun's bodyguards were also there. Zhong Qingquan looked at the blood stains on Mo Ning's lips. The heart of a subject was already calm, and it was entangled again.

"Xuan Yu doesn't seem to remember anything. What's going on?" As soon as Mo Ning saw the imperial doctor enter the door, he hurriedly rushed to the imperial doctor, full of worry but not for himself.

"Please also ask the Empress to allow the old minister to diagnose and treat before coming to a conclusion." After saluteing respectfully, Dr. Qin raised his head and looked at Zhong Xuanyu's body.

Zhong Xuanyu's face was full of surprise. Looking at so many people, he quickly stood up and retreated step by step. He pointed to Mo Ning and shouted, "Bad guy, bad guy!"

As soon as he turned around and was about to run away, Zhong Qingquan waved his hand and motioned the cloud bodyguard to catch him. As soon as the cloud bodyguard flew to Zhong Xuan's side, he was trapped so that he had no power to fight back. He was dragged by the cloud bodyguard and came to Mo Ning, and his angry eyes still stared at Mo Ning and refused to move away.

Mo Ning was panicked by him. She opened her mouth slowly, but she didn't know that her voice had trembled. "Xuanyu, believe me, I won't hurt you."

While talking, everyone had arrived in the Yangxin Hall. The imperial doctor took his pulse, so he tried hard not to cooperate. The guard Yun and Zhong Qingquan tried to press it. He couldn't use his strength for a moment, and tears appeared in his anxious eyes.

The imperial doctor put his hand on his wrist, and his already locked eyebrows seemed to become more sad. He moved his hand and just wanted to look at Zhong Xuanyu's eyes. Unexpectedly, he suddenly shook off his hand, and the cloud bodyguard suddenly pressed it again, and Zhong Qingquan held his head.

Mo Ning looked at the fog in his eyes and moved his head.

After observing for a moment, the royal doctor gently pulled out a silver needle. After the fire, just as he was about to pierce through his temple, Zhong Xuanyu shouted out a name, "Ning Er, help me!"

After Mo Ning heard this sound, Ben's closed eyes suddenly opened, and her tears flowed down uncontrollably. She ran over and pushed everyone, protected him behind her, looked at the royal doctor, and shook her head.

Zhong Xuanyu got up and hid behind Mo Ning. He sobbed gently, and tears had already flowed out. Like a child who had been wronged, he hid behind Mo Ning and completely lost his fearless look. He choked and said, "I'm afraid."

"Don't worry, Ning'er is here, Ning'er will protect you." Mo Ning also said this sentence in tears at this time. She didn't know what to do, but at this time, she didn't want him to do what he didn't like.

"Ning'er, don't let him do it. There is always a reason why he has become like this. You ask the imperial doctor to treat him well. Maybe he can recover. Look at his current appearance, it's no different from a child at the age of eight or nine!" Zhong Qingquan's voice seemed louder because of anxiety. He looked at Mo Ning, who was crying silently, and wanted to grab Zhong Xuanyu, but Mo Ning silently protected his body.

"It's incurable. We're incurable. No matter what he becomes, I will take care of him. I don't allow you to touch him. He has suffered enough when he is in a coma. Now that he wakes up, he has his own right to choose." While Mo Ning spoke, he had pulled his cold hand to the familiar palm of his hand, and the pain in his heart could no longer be described in words.

Seeing this, the royal doctor sighed gently with the silver needle in his hand. After standing up and saluteing, he slowly said, "King Qingyang, the queen's words may be the remnants of poison in his body, breaking the inherent memory and mind of the body. According to the old minister's foolish opinion, King Qingyang. The words are reasonable. Now, the emperor's mind is no different from that of an eight- or nine-year-old child.

As soon as the imperial doctor finished speaking, Zhong Qingquan took the lead and asked, "Is there any way to treat it?"

"The ancient secret recipe, the silver needle pierces the brain. In March, it releases the poisonous blood left in the brain, and it is possible to recover."

The imperial doctor spoke in a humble tone, but Qingning obviously felt the trembling of the man's body, and even her clenched hand became a little cold.

Mo Ning held his hand tightly and told him to believe that he would not go against what he had just said.

Zhong Qingquan knew that he couldn't be more than Mo Ning, so he looked at her sideways. His pair of long and narrow eyes were also stained with faint pain. Looking at his beloved woman and his third brother, his eyes became calm again.

"That's all right, you all go out." Mo Ning's voice was very soft, and she, who was already tired, could not stand such a toss. She didn't dare to look at Zhong Qingquan, for fear that his eyes would blame her selfishness, just because she said that if Xuanyu woke up, you would go back to your Qingcheng and continue to live your free life. But she didn't remember. Zhong Qingquan said that if I had been on the throne, what would you plan to do next?

The imperial doctor was full of embarrassment. Zhong Qingquan also sighed faintly, "Ning'er, maybe, there is still a chance..."

"Three months of pain, you can watch him endure it, I can't!" She almost shouted out, and then pointed to the door and motioned them to go out.

Seeing her like this, Zhong Qingquan silently walked out of the Yangxin Hall. The cloud bodyguard and the imperial doctor followed him and went out at the same time. For a moment, the whole hall could not hear a trace of noise, but the man behind him sobbed gently.

Xiaoyu didn't say a word from beginning to end. She knew that her young lady needed to be quiet, and she just ran out with tears.

Mo Ning slowly let go of his hand and found that he had sweat in his hand. Looking at his aggrieved face, he smiled hard, hugged him in his arms, and gently patted him on the back. "It's okay, Xuanyu, they're all gone."

After Zhong Xuanyu heard her words, he slowly raised his tightly buried head. After seeing that there was indeed no one, he smiled again when he wiped his tears with his sleeves.

Mo Ning just smiled gently and asked him to sit down from his side in the chair. "Xuan Yu, do you still remember Ning'er?" At this time, she had to admit that his sound just now really rekindled a trace of hope, and Xuanyu still remembered herself.

Zhong Xuanyu poured a cup of tea by himself. After drinking it dry, he shook his head bluntly. A pair of handsome eyes looked left and right. After a long time, he said lightly, "I'm hungry."

Mo Ning smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand and gently touched his cool face, and said seriously, "Xuanyu, whether you remember me or not, no matter what you become, I will not abandon you. I will always take care of you."

Zhong Xuanyu looked at her and smiled stupidly, "Ning'er, I'm hungry."

"You keep calling Ning'er, but do you know who Ning'er is?" Mo Ning was so confused, but he didn't want to ask anything more. He was afraid that when he asked, he didn't know.

She called Xiaoyu, asked for some of his favorite pastries, and asked him what he wanted to eat.

Zhong Xuanyu was speechless, squinting and smiling.

Xiaoyu's eyes were still red. She looked at the man who used to be as cold as an iceberg. Now, he actually smiled at himself stupidly. He didn't even know why the young lady's life was so bad. How could the emperor look like before? She thought that she became more and more aggrieved and shed tears again. " Miss, why doesn't God take care of you?

Mo Ning looked at the crying Xiaoyu and thought that if it was Nuan Yu, I'm afraid she wouldn't think like her. It's not that she didn't care, but that she was too favored. Only such Zhong Xuanyu could accompany him all the time. However, she didn't want him to look like this, but when she thought of Nuan Yu, the sourness in her heart could not be suppressed. She was afraid that she would cry again. After whispering a few words, he asked her to go down and order.

Zhong Xuanyu's face was full of excitement, like a child who had been imprisoned for a long time. He looked out of the window and smiled stupidly at Mo Ning. Mo Ning looked at him. Although he was sad, he still did not show any.

The fact that Zhong Xuanyu, the emperor of Qingyan, was suffering from the disease of madness and stupidity spread all over the palace for a while. People in the court was panic. The eunuch of the palace suddenly gave birth to multiple versions of the matter with rumors. Unexpectedly, some people said that it was the demon queen Mo Ning, who said that Mo Ning had broken his soul, just because the demon used the spirit to continue her life. She changed her appearance. When I returned to the palace, I just wanted to avenge Zhong Xuanyu's cruelty that day.

Xiaoyu gasped and told Mo Ning, who put a piece of lotus cake into Zhong Xuanyu's plate as if nothing had happened. He calmed his eyes and did not respond.

Zhong Xuanyu buried his head and ate, and ignored Xiaoyu's unwillingness at all.

"Miss, how can you be so peaceful when they pass it on to you like this?" Xiaoyu was really anxious, but looking at her young lady so calm, she was angry and could only complain alone.

"The mouth is open, and the rumor is to recognize the nature. I can't control everyone's mouths. Why don't care about myself? How do they say that I am someone else's business? Don't you know?" When Mo Ning spoke, he did not raise his head at all, but kept staring at Zhong Xuanyu and never looked away.

"Of course I know Miss, but I just don't want others to say that about you." After hearing Mo Ning's words, Xiaoyu still complained unconvinced.

"Ok, don't disturb your mood for some small things. After the emperor finishes his meal, he will go to the imperial garden to sit for a while. You tell him not to say too much here."

Seeing that Xiaoyu asked for a closed door with the lady, she retreated unwillingly. There were only two people left in the Yangxin Hall. Looking at him eating so excitedly, she smiled. Maybe regret and pain are not all of her, but all she has is Zhong Xuanyu. As long as it is him, no matter what he changes. No matter what she looks like, she loves her as always, as many years ago, she would rather abandon her family than her vows with him.

In this way, he may fulfill his original promise to himself, but he doesn't know what the promise is, and who is Ning'er in the center of his mouth, that's all...