"I'm okay." Yange knew that this was just a sequelae of fusion, which was not harmful to the body, and even if the doctor arrived, he could not find out the cause.

"How can it be all right?" Emperor Xuanwu's voice was panicked: "You are like this now, how can you call it all right?"

But immediately, he calmed down again and hugged Yange to appease: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, there is me, there is me, Yangyang, you will be fine."

The words are silent.

Emperor Xuanwu's obsession with the host is particularly deep.

In fact, this task is relatively simple to calculate.

As long as she breaks away with the messy men of the host and lives happily with Emperor Xuanwu in this harem, it should be perfect.

As for the matter on the court, without her help, the method of Emperor Xuanwu, at most, was to take over the regime in a few years, which would not have much consequences.

Therefore, she can actually decentralize her power through this headache and hand over that power to Xuanwu Emperor.

When they returned to Cining Palace, the doctors were already waiting.

One by one took the pulse for the words, looking at each other, all frowning and wondering why.

Emperor Xuanwu's eyes swept across their faces, and they immediately understood.

"Don't say that you can't find the cause one by one ..."

The voice of Emperor Xuanwu almost roared.

But before he finished speaking, the weak voice of the queen mother-in-law in the bed account sounded: "What is the relationship with them? I have a headache when I do n’t sleep well. They, in the future, will be more afraid to talk more with me. "

Although her voice was weak, she was gentle and soft, and she did not play with the cruel queen mother-in-law.

Emperor Xuanwu heard her words, glanced gloomily at these doctors: "Get out."

The doctors all hurried out.

Until the entire inner room was gone, Emperor Xuanwu walked to the bed a few steps, opened the curtain and lowered his head to see the words: "Yangyang, tomorrow I will let people look for folk doctors, these doctors are A bunch of waste, folk doctors will be more powerful, don't be afraid, there will be ways ... "

Yange grabbed his hand rubbing her forehead and stuck it to his face: "Ajiu, I'll be fine."

She paused and said, "I don't have a headache because of illness, but because I think too much."

She looked at Emperor Xuanwu in a puzzled manner and smiled, and continued, "I was always alone in the past few years, and I always thought about it a lot. I know my own body, I have nothing at all, and I will raise it for a while Come on, Ajiu, don't you get upset because of this?

Her voice was soft, although she spoke softly, looking at him with a bit of begging, but the firmness in the words did not allow him to resist.

Emperor Xuanwu pursed his lips, but eventually he could not help her, nodding reluctantly.

Yange happily hugged his arm and shook, "Ajiu is the best."

In the evening, he still hurriedly urged the Emperor Xuanwu, and Emperor Xuanwu reluctantly left Cining Palace.

But when Yange woke up in the middle of the night, the whole body was held in his arms by Emperor Xuanwu.

It's almost like being a personal pillow.

When Yan Gewu opened his eyes, his body froze.

Because at this moment, not only was Xuan Wu Emperor lying tightly in her bed.

And there was a man standing beside the bed.

Xue Qing!