Zhao Jing's call became less and less.

Du Wan'er turned around and grabbed Zhao Yan: "Ayan, enough, if you hit him again, you will be gone."

"Don't he just want to die? I'll make him happy!"

Zhao Yan roared angrily.

He seemed to be beating his unscrupulous son.

However, Du Wan'er spoke out and his strength to hit people was also weaker.

Zhao Jing is already dying.

Du Wan'er walked to the table, took a teacup, took the water in the space, poured a cup, and brought it over.

"Pinch his mouth and feed him some water!"

Du Wan'er wanted to do it herself, but when she saw Zhao Jing like that, she gave up the idea and asked Zhao Yan to do it.

"What should I do to save him?"

Zhao Yan said this, but his hands still obediently pinched Zhao Jing's mouth.

Du Wan'er took the teacup and poured water into Zhao Jing's mouth.

"Sister Qiu saved him with her and her children's lives, so let him live well. Sometimes, living is a punishment for him."

Du Wan'er finished filling the water and said.

Zhao Yan let go of Zhao Jing, and Zhao Jing suddenly softened to the ground.

"Come, take the emperor for rest!"

Zhao Yan looked at Queen Qiu lying on the bed and shouted.

Eunuch De came in and carried Zhao Jing away.

"Ayan, what we need to do now is to let Sister Qiu be buried in peace."

Du Wan'er reminded.

"Yeah, I know."

Zhao Yan walked to the desk and sat down.

This room is the room where Zhao Jing usually lives, and there are everything in the room.

He picked up his pen and began to write on the imperial edict.

Of course, it was written in Zhao Jing's tone.

The content is that the queen is infected with a serious illness, and she has no medicine for medicine and stones, and she has two lives.

Empress Qiu was posthumously named Empress Xiaoxian and buried in the imperial tomb.

The emperor was desperate to miss his wife and wanted to stay in the villa to copy scriptures and recite Buddha's name for the empress and the unborn little prince. The affairs in the court continued to be ruled by King Yun and King Yan.

Probably this is what the content is.

When Zhao Jing came to the villa before, he had issued an imperial edict to let King Yun and King Yan work together to manage the affairs in the court, so there is no need to say much.

As for Queen Qiu's death, Zhao Yan did not intend to tell anyone except Qiu Heng.

Du Wan'er didn't go over and read what Zhao Yan wrote. She stood in front of Queen Qiu's bed and looked at her silently.

...

It was not until the evening that the queen Zhao Yan arranged the funeral of Queen Qiu with King Yun, and met Zhao Jing before leaving.

"Uncle Emperor."

Zhao Jing was beaten badly by Zhao Yan, but there were no scars on his face. He couldn't get up while lying on the bed. When Zhao Yan came, his eyes became angry.

"In a while, Wan'er and I will rush back to the capital and we will go to the island tomorrow."

Zhao Yan did not walk to the bed and sat down on a chair not far away.

"Uncle, Queen..."

"Brother Yun will handle the queen's funeral well, so you don't have to worry about this matter. Zhao Jing, let me ask you, now, do you still want to die?"

Zhao Yan looked at Zhao Jing on the bed coldly.

"No, uncle, I'm not dead. The queen wants me to survive."

Zhao Jing shook his head and said sadly.

Zhao Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Jing without saying a word.

Zhao Jing supported the bed with his hands, stood up with difficulty, moved his body, and leaned against the head of the bed.

"Uncle Emperor, I just dreamed of the queen."

After damn it, Zhao Jing smiled at Zhao Yan and said.

His eyes were much clearer than before, and what he said should be true.
Chapter completed!