"Hmm!" The little emperor stretched out his hand and pressed his head, the next moment he groaned/groaned, gasped a few times, and stared at Ming Ge viciously with a pair of eyes, he probably wanted to open his mouth to speak, but the next moment his eyes closed and fell asleep.

Ming Singer pressed on the little emperor's wrist pulse, the pulse beat normally, and the little emperor's eyes were now closed as if he was asleep.

What's going on?

The little emperor, who had just woken up for a moment, looked like another person!

Getting?

This is the only one possible.

Ming Ge didn't dare to leave the little emperor again this time, she didn't know what Fu Laosan had done to the little emperor, and she didn't know if the little emperor would be able to recover after waking up, she tried to use her divine sense to enter the little emperor's brain, but as soon as the divine consciousness approached the little emperor, she saw that the little emperor's face was pale and his face was full of sweat.

The people in this plane do not cultivate spiritual power, so most people's spiritual power is the state of ordinary people, even if the spiritual power of the little emperor is higher than that of ordinary people, but in front of Ming Ge's spiritual power, he is like a newborn baby, and he can't bear Ming Ge's spiritual power like mountains and seas.

Even if Ming Ge tried to extract a trace of spiritual power to enter little by little, the little emperor couldn't bear it, this method didn't work, Ming Ge was depressed for a moment, and then he got up and talked to the little emperor softly.

She began to use the psychology studied in the modern plane, trying to use her voice and her own emotions to infect and awaken the little emperor.

It was a strange evening that was strangely calm.

Fu Laosan was not in a hurry to control the palace, and no one came to disturb Ming Ge, Ming Ge kept lying in front of the little emperor's bed and chattering, and later, she didn't know what she said.

"Queen Mother, Fu Guogong has entered the palace, I want to see the saint!" Xiao Rongzi hurriedly came in and glanced at the sleeping little emperor, looking puzzled.

"Into the palace?" How did you enter the palace!

"Together with Fu Guogong and the ministers, they are all waiting outside the palace now!"

This guy didn't finish speaking in one breath, Ming Ge frowned, she didn't know what Fu Guogong planned in her heart for a while, she looked at the little emperor on the bed sadly, gritted her teeth and said simply, "Prepare your shoulders, this palace and Your Majesty will go to the palace together." ”

"His Majesty?" Xiao Rongzi looked at the bed with some apprehension, "Why is Your Majesty asleep again?" Those ministers don't know what they want to do? ”

"The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, and the palace will naturally be able to bring His Majesty back from the barracks, what are these old-fashioned ministers afraid of, they dare to have objections, and the palace is not vegetarian."

Xiao Rongzi shrank her head, and decisively praised the domineering queen mother in her heart, and ran out to prepare the honor guard.

Ming Ge looked at the tightly closed door, slightly distracted.

She didn't worry about these courtiers, even Fu Laosan was not a trouble for her, what she was most worried about was the little emperor, what if the little emperor woke up again or just like that?

The person who occupied the little emperor's body was obviously very hostile to her, and if this person woke up in the little emperor's body again, it would definitely be unfavorable to her.

So did she strike first, or did she passively wait?

Passive has never been her style, but she can't do it if she wants to be delicate.

Someone touched his hand.

Mingge was stunned.

Before he turned his head, he listened to the little emperor's call, "Empress? Ming Ge? ”

It was the voice of the little emperor, and only the little emperor would call her in such an intimate tone.

Ming Ge turned his head to stare at the little emperor who was trying to look up and smile at her, unconscious tears rolling in his eyes.

The little emperor had already gotten up and reached out to hold Ming Ge in his arms, "What's the matter?" ”

He sighed lightly, "It's been a long time since I've seen you cry, and it's really uncomfortable." ”

Mingge's head was nestled against his chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm fine, it's just that my eyes hurt a little." ”

"Then you can rest for a while, and I will go to the Hezheng Hall to take a look!" The little emperor rubbed Ming Ge's hair, "Don't worry, nothing will happen when you wake up from sleep." ”

"You, Ah Zhuo, are you really okay, I'll go with you." After what happened just now, where did Ming Ge dare to let the little emperor go alone, what if the little emperor changed sex halfway.

As if he knew what Ming Ge was thinking, the little emperor sat on the edge of the bed according to Ming Ge, "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine, when I come back, I will tell Empress Sù about something." ”

"Oh!" The little emperor's face was solemn, Ming Ge nodded her head, she faintly felt that what the little emperor wanted to tell her was not Fu Laosan's matter, nor how he was hidden in the weapon box by Fu Laosan, what the little emperor wanted to say was related to the strange appearance of his body just now.

"I'll wait for you to come back."

Waiting is actually a kind of torment, but at this moment, Mingge chose to avoid it.

The little emperor must have a lot of things to deal with, and this matter implicates the Fu family, and she should avoid suspicion no matter what.

Tracing the portrait of the little emperor in the study one stroke at a time, Ming Ge tried to calm himself, but his heart was heavy, and he didn't know why he was always a little irritable.

Yunluo took a cup of cold plum tea and handed it to her, Ming Ge put down the pen, took a step back and picked up the tea, but his eyes were on the half-painted portrait, she had not yet embellished the eyes of the little emperor, and every time she put down the pen, the disdainful and disgusted eyes of the little emperor when he woke up from the bed would appear in his mind.

That's not the little emperor!

But there seems to be another voice in my heart that says: That is the little emperor, that is the real little emperor.

She sat on the chair and took a sip of tea, not only did she not make her irritable mood improve, but her temples suddenly became uncomfortable, Yunluo stepped forward very interestingly, took the teacup in Ming's singer and put it on one side, and helped Mingge massage the temples.

Mingge didn't expect Yunluo to have such a hand, she relaxed her body after she stiffened, and let Yunluo help her massage.

She squinted, Ren Yunluo leaned on the back of the chair after holding her head, and said with some amazement, "Yunluo, you and Yunqi have been with this palace for more than ten years!" ”

Yunluo replied in a flat voice, "Sixteen years!" ”

"It's been so many years!" The massage at the acupoint was just right, which made Ming Ge feel relaxed and drowsy, "It's really fast, Yunluo, are you tired of being in this palace?" I was thinking about finding a good family for Yunqi after a while, but now that you're left, do you have any plans for Yunluo? ”

"The slave will always be with the mother."

"Oh!" Mingge didn't speak again, and the feeling of exhaustion swept through her thoughts, making her groggy and just wanting to fall asleep.

However, the next moment she suddenly burst out, tilted her head to avoid Yunluo's fingers massaging her temples, and her hand also waved backwards and slashed at Yunqi's neck.

~~ Six watches, monthly passes, begging