Chapter 1100

Feeling that Yange's clothes were all wet, Xue Qing realized it belatedly, Yange was sweating profusely.

He hurriedly put his arms around Yange, looked at Yange's expression: "Yangyang, you, what's wrong with you?"

He was shocked when he saw that Yan Ge's face was pale and there was no blood on his lips.

Hurriedly picked up Yan Ge and walked down the mountain quickly: "Yangyang, Yangyang, I'll take you to the doctor right away, don't be afraid, you'll be fine, you'll be fine."

By the time Xue Qing walked quickly down the mountain with Yan Ge in his arms, Yan Ge had already recovered.

She saw that Xue Qing was sweating profusely, and she couldn't hide her anxiety.

I immediately had a little liking for this old bacon.

She grabbed his lapel and said softly, "I'm fine, Ah Qing, don't worry."

That old monk is obviously not an ordinary magic stick.

Maybe it's a little skill, knowing that she is not from this world.

Yan Ge grabbed Xue Qing's skirt tightly, and sneered inwardly.

She really is, any cat or dog dares to hang around in front of her.

Do you really think of her as a soft persimmon?

Xue Qing was terrified by Yan Ge's appearance just now, even if Yan Ge seemed to be fine now, he couldn't rest assured.

Back at Xue's mansion, he immediately called the doctor to check Yange's pulse.

He was relieved when he learned that Yan Ge was fine from the doctor, and after comforting Yan Ge, he turned his head and went to the study to dispatch Xue's hidden guards to kill the old monk.

After the arrangements were completed, people from the palace came to report that the queen in the palace had died.

The queen was already in a coma yesterday, and all the imperial doctors were waiting in the central palace, but they were unable to recover.

The Queen's funeral was not long ago.

It happened to be the time when Xue Qing and Yan Ge were going to descend from Lingyin Temple.

Emperor Xuanwu still doesn't believe that the queen died. He sat in front of the queen's bed, waiting for someone to wake up.

The imperial doctors were still kneeling in the central palace, waiting tremblingly for the queen to "resurrect from the dead".

The ministers communicated with each other, and they were all afraid that Emperor Xuanwu would cut off the heads of all the imperial doctors in his anger.

However, none of them dared to enter the palace to persuade them.

After all, in the past few years, no one understands Emperor Xuanwu's infatuation with the queen better than these ministers. This hit the muzzle of the gun, maybe the one whose head was beheaded was himself.

Today's Emperor Xuanwu is no longer the little boy who could be rubbed round and flattened by them eight years ago.

In just a short while, several ministers had already sent servants to deliver letters to Xue Qing.

Although each of them spoke tactfully, they all hoped that Xue Qing could enter the palace to persuade Emperor Xuanwu.

Ever since Xue Qing learned of the queen's funeral, she had always had a bad premonition in her heart.

Subconsciously, she felt that Yan Ge couldn't let Yan Ge know about this.

So after he finished dealing with this matter, he went to the backyard calmly.

His backyard is not far from the study, just a short detour.

When Xue Qing went in, he found that Yan Ge was already fast asleep.

But the doctor is still waiting outside the door.

Seeing him, he took a few steps and moved closer.

Xue Qing led the people to the side hall.

"The fetus is not stable, and my wife's body is a little weak, so I can't be too sad or happy..."

After Lang Zhong finished speaking carefully, he backed out.

Xue Qing sat there without moving for a long time.

He stared at the dark room outside, in a trance.

After knowing it, I remembered the queen in the palace.

How could it be that he died suddenly?

He had seen that woman before, and he had once, like Emperor Xuanwu, treated that woman as...

As soon as this thought came out, he squeezed his hands suddenly, suppressing all his messy thoughts.