Jinluan hall.

    The hall is magnificent and the atmosphere is stagnant, as if the air is not convective,

    Depressed people feel very flustered and uncomfortable.

    In the high position, a young man in a bright yellow and heavy Dragon Robe sat on the Dragon chair, and the strings of glass beads hung down along the hair crown, covering the good-looking eyebrows and eyes, looking hazy.

    The young man pursed his lips and remained silent, with a cold color on his good-looking face.

    She lowered her eyebrows and eyes. Her slender eyelashes covered the dark pupils, and a beautiful shadow fell on her eyelids.

    The courtiers bent over and kept the salute posture, holding the jade slips in their hands. Although he was so tired that he was sweating and couldn''t straighten his waist, no one dared to stand up rashly.

    They bowed their heads and stooped down. They did not dare to look at the son of heaven above. There was only fear and awe in their hearts.

    Shen Wanqing frowned slightly and was about to open his mouth to let them flat, but he had a splitting headache the next second.

    That kind of feeling is like a tendon in your head. Someone is pulling that tendon hard. Your veins burst in pain, and the whole person began to fall into riots.

    Shen Wanqing frowned. She pressed her temples to calm herself down, but this would only make her head more painful.

    There was a vicious and vicious riot in my heart. It seemed that I began to yearn for blood and wanted to calm down, but I couldn''t calm down.

    Cao Gonggong, who was at the extreme distance from Shen Wanqing, looked at her frown and forbearance, and knew that the old disease of headache had relapsed.

    Father Cao was very nervous. He looked at the other party''s increasingly irritable mood and couldn''t care about anything. He hurriedly said, "hurry, hurry, the emperor has a headache. Hurry and get the medicine!"

    The maid in waiting hurriedly turned to get the medicine. When she ran, her feet were soft and her eyes were full of fear. She didn''t dare to delay a second.

    Listening to father-in-law Cao''s hurried voice, the hearts of the people in the court were even more heavy. The emperor was ill again.

    Their foreheads were covered with sweat, and they bent down and dared not move. They were afraid that the tyrant in front of them would behead them.

    For ministers, every time they go to court, they wander in front of the palace of hell, because they never know whether they will be the next to die.

    The emperor of Qin Xian state, he Ziyu, suffered from migraine since childhood. With the increase of age, migraine becomes more and more serious.

    Once the headache begins, the emperor will become a cruel tyrant. Because of migraine, he fell into violence. The number of Ministers who died in his palace in recent years is not counted.

    He is a frightening tyrant, cruel and bloody, frightening.

    Father Cao is dying of anxiety. The emperor hasn''t been ill for several days. He thought the emperor''s illness had improved because he drank medicine. How can it start to relapse now!

    I don''t have any medicine now. What should I do!!!

    Looking at the increasingly gloomy and tolerant face on the young man''s face, father Cao felt extremely painful and worried and afraid in his heart.

    At the moment, people are like ants on a hot pot. They don''t know what to do.

    They didn''t dare to move lightly because the medicine didn''t come.

    At this time, if something happens accidentally, they dare to guarantee that today''s Jinluan hall is bloody again.

    In the Jinluan hall, the atmosphere was so oppressive that everyone dared not breathe. He was very afraid.

    But at this time, suddenly came the hurried and flustered voice of the bodyguards guarding outside the Jinluan hall, "empress, empress, you can''t go in. The emperor and the emperor are going to court..."

    "Empress... Empress..."