Chapter 1522 The Emperor Is Sick

Although you can occasionally eat the dumplings she made, but her noodles are never seen again.

She never came out of Baixie Palace, not even the Imperial Garden.

It seems that it is not easy to meet her by chance.

I don't know how long I stood on the rock, so long that people saw it, and there was a human-shaped stone on the rock.

A burst of shattered footsteps sounded, and he looked over alertly, looking at his figure, it should be a eunuch.

He squatted down slowly, his hands quietly touching his waist.

"Master Meng, are you there? I'm Xiao Liu."

Meng Nan's heart was relieved, and he coughed softly: "Cough—I'm here!" This little six is ​​a personal eunuch who is dedicated to serving Jue'er. Why don't you accompany Jue'er in the palace, why come here to find him? How did he know he was here?

Xiao Liu followed the sound, and sure enough, he saw a familiar figure, and said hurriedly: "Mr. Meng, the big thing is bad, the emperor is ill, and he has been talking nonsense."

Meng Nan's complexion changed slightly, and he was busy jumping down from the rock.

"What did you say? Wasn't it okay when you had dinner? Why did you get sick?"

Xiao Liu was so anxious that he didn't dare to hide the slightest bit, and said hurriedly: "Master Meng, the emperor said after dinner that he was too full and wanted to go out for a walk to digest his food. The servants followed, but the emperor was in the garden. I saw a butterfly in here, and I had to go to flutter, but the servants couldn’t stop it, so they fluttered and fluttered—”

Meng Nan roared: "What's the matter? If you have something to say, what do you do in a hurry?"

Xiao Liu's head hung lower, and the beads of sweat on his forehead kept dripping down: "The emperor accidentally fell into the lotus pond..."

"You bastards, I can't even watch a child, what's the use of you?" He hurried to the Yuqing Palace.

Halfway through the road, Meng Nan asked again, "Can you declare an imperial physician?"

Xiaoliu nodded immediately: "It has been announced, this meeting should come."

Meng Nan nodded and glanced at Xiao Liu: "How did you know I was here?"

Xiao Liu hurriedly said: "It was Jin Guard who asked the servant to come, and the servant could not get away with the emperor, so he asked the servant to come and look for you."

It turned out to be Jin Xiaoan, Meng Nan breathed a sigh of relief and said nothing more.

Back at the Yuqing Palace, Meng Nan went straight to the inner hall where Jue'er was. Jin Xiaoan was changing the towel for Jue'er. Seeing him coming, he got up and said, "Sir, the emperor's burning is very bad, the imperial doctor has seen it, and he is next door. Decoction."

Meng Nan stepped forward to probe Chu Jue's forehead temperature, which was very hot. Looking at his face again, it was burning like a monkey's butt, and he was babbling about what he was saying.

His heart moved, and he hurriedly said to Xiao Liu: "Xiao Liu, you immediately go to Baixie Palace to ask to see Miss Bai, and you say that the emperor is ill, and ask her to come and take a look."

Jin Xiaoan gave the young master a strange look, but said nothing, just took the cloth and turned around to wet it in the basin and wring it dry.

Young Master could never forget Miss Bai, but he and Miss Bai were destined to never be together.

Even if Chu Yan didn't come back for the rest of his life, Miss Bai would not accept Young Master.

Is the son going to continue like this? He is the only seedling left in the Meng family.

After Xiao Liu took orders to leave, Jin Xiaoan walked back to the bed with the handkerchief, and gently placed the handkerchief on Chu Jue's forehead.

He couldn't bear it any longer, and he said, "Young Master, haven't you put your mind away yet? You know in your heart that this is impossible, why do you still—"

"Shut up—" Meng Nan's expression turned cold in an instant, and his icy gaze fell on Jin Xiaoan's face.