Lu Mingwei snorted, closed his eyes, and made up his mind to ignore Zhao Ruhai. Just now, Zhao Ruhai was not paying attention, and he peed on the bed again. Half of his body was soaked. He wished he could just hit him and die. But unfortunately, he couldn't move any part of his body, and he couldn't even curse. He could only soak in the urine, waiting for Zhao Ruhai to smell the smell before he was too busy to change his bed sheets and pajamas, and he was too busy to apologize at the same time. While wiping his body.
In the past, in order to live longer, Lu Mingwei secretly invited Taoist priests to the palace to refine elixirs. He also took elixirs as big as rice grains, soybeans, and broad beans. He even secretly drank human blood a few years ago. , such pungent and thick blood, he drank it for two years. People are afraid of aging and death, let alone the Nine-Five Lord who controls the world.
He really cherished his life, but now, for the first time, Lu Mingwei felt that living was such a torturous thing, and he wanted to die.
The bright yellow bed curtains and the pajamas embroidered with two dragons playing with pearls were no longer sacred and proud existences in his eyes. The bright yellow suddenly became like a lifeline, strangling his throat. But it also saved him a breath of life, allowing him to live but not die.
Why is it so hard to die
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Zhao Ruhai's arms were sore and his cheeks were sore, but he still stretched out his arms straight, holding the medicine bowl, and begged softly: "Long live the Lord, I know that you feel uncomfortable, but you have to take the medicine. You can only press As ordered by Imperial Physician Qin, after drinking the medicine, the dragon's body has recovered, and you can stand up again, right? Long Live Lord, you... "
Lu Mingwei closed his eyes tightly, not paying attention to Zhao Ruhai's intention at all, as if he didn't even hear Zhao Ruhai's voice.
Zhao Ruhai had no choice but to stand up again and carry the soup out of the bedroom.
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Outer hall.
"Master Long Live, you still don't want to take the medicine?" When Qin Lu saw Zhao Ruhai coming out with the medicine bowl, he was almost worried to death. "Why, Master Long Live, still refuses to take the medicine? Is it okay if you keep going through it like this?"
The head of the Taiyuan Hospital is the one who is most stressed by the illness of Lord Long Live. Especially since Lord Long Live is extremely ill, and Lord Long Live has not cooperated at all. Qin Lu has not had a good night's sleep for half a month. Sleeping.
"No matter how much I try to persuade you, I don't want to open my mouth." Zhao Ruhai shook his head helplessly, poured the cooled decoction into the medicine pot, and said to Qin Lu, "Can you please Dr. Qin to heat up the decoction again?"
"So what if it's hot? I just don't want to drink it." Qin Lu complained in a low voice, but he still gave him the hot soup.
"It's impossible for Lord Long Live to be so angry all the time," Qin Lu sighed and told Zhao Ruhai, "There must be a caring person waiting in front of the emperor to coax Lord Long Live with such soft words."
"Where is there anyone?" Zhao Ruhai also sighed, pulling up a stool and sitting down next to Qin Lu. They have known each other for decades and are old friends. There is no need to hide their words when talking, "You also know, this The harem has been empty for two years, and several important queens of the Queen have passed away one after another. How can any of the remaining queens win the eyes of Lord Long Live? Even Princess Linglong, whom Lord Long Live loved in the past, is now delirious. How can you serve the Lord Long Live if you can't even speak a complete sentence?"