Chapter 260 The Prime Minister has a bit of a love brain
The imperial doctor showed Song Junzhan that he had a lot of illnesses, including years of hard work, overwork, and overexertion, which caused a lot of trauma to the body. In the end, it even stimulated the recurrence of old diseases.
"Cough cough cough"
Song Junzhan originally acted in a show, but when he told the imperial doctor, he felt that he was not far from death.
He sat up in shock while dying of illness: "Your Majesty, I am fine, just slightly injured."
How could he manage the government even if he was in pain?
He's fine, really fine.
Xiao Li held him down: "Lie well."
The imperial doctor did not lie, Song Junzhan was indeed not in good health.
Cen An had managed well before, but in the past two years Xiao Li had been in coma. He was too tired and under great pressure, and his body had long been unable to bear it, but he could endure it and suppressed all the pain.
This fight with Lou Xiang shattered his shell and finally let out all the pressure. Wouldn't he just collapse?
But this is not a bad thing. It is good for the body to let it out. If you keep holding it in, you will definitely die young and the gods will not be able to save you.
When the imperial doctor went out to prescribe medicine, Xiao Li held Song Junzhan's hand: "Thank you for your hard work these past two years."
Song Junzhan shook his head: "It's not hard."
No matter how much government affairs he has to deal with, he is happy to handle it. No matter how hard or tired he is, he is not afraid, except that His Majesty will not wake up.
For more than a year, the most painful thing was the fear that she wouldn't wake up. Now that she woke up, it was all worth it.
"Send a message to Cen An. You'd better let him come back to recuperate your body."
Song Junzhan smiled and said: "Your Majesty is awake, he should be willing to come back."
Because he could not save the empress, Cen An almost collapsed and almost escaped in the end.
The empress woke up, and Cen An definitely wanted to come back and take another look, otherwise he wouldn't be able to swallow his breath.
Song Junzhan was reluctant to let Xiao Li leave, and Xiao Li was not in a hurry to leave. He simply asked people to move Song Junzhan's official business to his room. Song Junzhan drank the medicine and lay down on the side, while Xiao Li sat in his place and handled the official business.
It was rare for Xiao Li to seriously want to do some work, but Song Junzhan's gaze was too hard to ignore.
"Didn't I tell you to rest?"
Song Junzhan: "I'm resting when I'm lying down, but I just can't bear to go to sleep. Your Majesty is sitting in my room, just like a dream."
Xiao Li was amused by him and stared at him for a long time. He reluctantly put down his pen and walked over to sit beside his bed.
"How do you want to sleep? Otherwise, I'd better go back."
Song Junzhan quickly took her hand, wanting to keep her, but he was a little embarrassed.
Xiao Li wanted to laugh when she saw his awkwardness, but this was the first time she saw Song Junzhan like this.
She is weak and pale, but she seems to be in good spirits. She is clingy and awkward, and she is a completely delicate and sickly beauty.
Xiao Li lowered his head to kiss him, but Song Junzhan quickly turned his head to refuse: "Your Majesty, I am sick. Don't get over it."
Xiao Li turned him around, lowered his head and kissed him seriously.
After a light kiss, he stood up and stared at him: "I am not a good person and will never allow the Prime Minister to be lazy, so take a good rest now and get well soon."
Song Junzhan smiled, not caring about the difference between monarch and minister for a moment, and raised his hand to hug Xiao Li into his arms: "Your Majesty, Jun Zhan only wants to follow you until the day when his life ends, and he will definitely die without regrets."< br>
Xiao Li laughed. She, the prime minister, was more or less in love.
Xiao Li stayed with Song Junzhan for a while, until the medicine took effect and he fell asleep uncontrollably.
She did not leave in a hurry, but took care of all the government affairs on the table.
She doesn't want to deal with these things, but that doesn't mean she won't.
When she raised her head again, it was dark. Next to her, Song Junzhan was sleeping peacefully. She didn't know what kind of dream she had, and the corners of her mouth were curved upward.
Xiao Li stood up and came out. Shopkeeper Jiang quickly put away the aunt's smile on his face: "Your Majesty is tired. Do you want me to take you for a walk?"
Xiao Li waved his hand: "No, I'm going back to the palace."
She glanced inside: "No need to wake him up, let him have a good rest."
Shopkeeper Jiang: "I obey His Majesty's will." Xiao Li: "Okay, you don't have to send him off, just keep him safe."
"Yes."
Watching Xiao Li walk away, shopkeeper Jiang's smile crept up his cheeks again: "My boss, this can be regarded as keeping the clouds clear and the moon shining brightly."
At the gate, Zi Yue squatted there waiting. When he saw Xiao Li coming out, he immediately stood up and said, "Your Majesty."
Xiao Li walked over slowly: "Wait for me?"
Zi Yue's eyes were filled with anticipation: "Your Majesty, can I be your silver-armored guard?"
Ziyue wanted to join the Silver Armor Guard. He really liked the majestic Silver Armor Guard.
But he was too young. Although he had received armor and weapons from Xiao Li before and participated in the fight before the empress ascended the throne, he later failed to enter the Silver Armor Guard because of his young age.
Now he is two years older, but Song Junzhan still doesn't agree, so he can only go to His Majesty.
Xiao Li: "Doesn't Prime Minister Song agree?"
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Ziyue nodded.
Xiao Li: "Then I can't agree even more."
Zi Yue suddenly became anxious: "Why?"
Xiao Li reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Because he loves you."
The Song family and the Wan family were aristocratic families, and later they were in trouble together. At the critical moment of life and death, the two families tried their best to hand over Ziyue to Song Junzhan, and sent them two to escape.
Song Junzhan regarded the imperial examination as his lifelong obsession, so Ziyue was not his obsession.
They are not real brothers, but more than real brothers. Song Junzhan wants to protect this younger brother and let him grow up and start a family.
The Silver Armored Guards are the empress' personal guards. Although they are majestic, fighting is unavoidable.
Song Junzhan could devote his whole life to the empress, but he would not want Zi Yue to do the same.
The more people don't understand these things, Xiao Li won't go into details. This is a matter between the two brothers.
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The news that the empress came out of the palace to visit the prime minister spread out from nowhere, and there were many people on the street for no reason.
Everyone looked forward eagerly, hoping to see the Empress' car pass by.
Unfortunately, they couldn't see it from dawn to dusk, so many people had to give up and go home.
After the streets were deserted, the empress' car drove past quietly.
In the teahouse, someone just glanced at him casually and couldn't look away for a moment.
He quickly walked to the fence and stood there, watching the carriage go further and further away.
Until the shadow of the carriage disappeared completely, he still looked at the direction in which the carriage was leaving.
"Your Majesty."
He mumbled absentmindedly, then suddenly lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The person next to him immediately supported him: "Why are you doing this? You know it will hurt you."
Feng Yin lowered her eyes, her eyes filled with sadness and pain: "If I can see her with my own eyes, what's the point of the pain?"
It's a pity that now, he doesn't even dare to appear in front of her.
Yun Jian doesn’t understand, is love so important?
My cousin would rather be torn apart by the Feng family than stand on the opposite side of the empress, but the empress doesn't care about him at all.
I haven’t written about this young master Feng Yin yet, but just thinking about it makes me feel sad.
Blame it on me, it's my fault, why do you have to write Mrs. Feng so cruelly?
But human nature is like this. Even your family may not necessarily support all your ideas.
The direction of your heart may be a big mistake in other people's perception.
(End of this chapter)