After Mo Xiuzhu entered the room, he sniffed his nose first. After smelling the smell of Chinese medicine floating in the room, he walked to the bed, glanced at Mo Hanqing lying on the bed, and then smiled. Said: "Han Qing, are you sick??"
Mo Hanqing slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Mo Xiuzhu, and said in a lukewarm voice: "Call the emperor uncle."
"Uh... uncle." The smile on Mo Xiuzhu's face suddenly froze. He stretched out his hand to touch his nose in embarrassment, then leaned over and glanced at Mo Hanqing who was lying on the bed. Said: "Are you really sick??"
"Huh... otherwise?" Mo Hanqing glanced at him coldly and asked casually.
"I thought you didn't want to receive the envoys from Beichen Kingdom, so you deliberately said you were sick so that you could blame everything on me." Mo Xiuzhu took a hand and sat beside Mo Hanqing's bed angrily. He came down and said: "Are you really sick? Is it serious??"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and reached towards Mo Hanqing's forehead, which was covered with a bandana.
"Keep your hands away from me." Mo Hanqing stared at the hand he stretched out with cold eyes and said in a cold tone.
"Well… "
Mo Xiuzhu's hand suddenly froze in mid-air.
He turned his head with some embarrassment, smiled at Ye Qiqi who was sitting on the bed, and then asked in a weak voice: "Then what, how is my uncle?"
Ye Qiqi glanced at Mo Xiuzhu, then lowered his head and rolled his eyes at Mo Hanqing, and said in a clear voice: "I won't die yet."
"Oh, then there's nothing wrong." Mo Xiuzhu nodded, and then sat there quietly without speaking.
There was an eerie silence in the whole room.
After a long silence, Mo Hanqing said calmly: "Are you here just to see if I'm sick?"
"Ah? Ah... yes." Mo Xiuzhu responded.
"Now that you've finished reading, can you leave?" Mo Hanqing looked at Mo Xiuzhu with squinted eyes, but deep down she was full of dissatisfaction at being interrupted from spending time alone with Ye Qiqi.
"No, uncle, I didn't even have time to burn incense when I came in, and the stool hasn't even warmed up yet, so you're going to drive me away?" Mo Xiuzhu looked at Mo Hanqing with a depressed expression and said: " Besides, I am also concerned about you. I heard that you were sick, so I rushed to see you without even having time to change my clothes."
"I am sick now and need to rest. No one else is waiting. Please go out." Mo Hanqing said to him angrily, "If you have nothing to do, go back and start making arrangements for the reception of the envoy from Beichen Kingdom. "
"Hey... I'm worried about this right now." As soon as Mo Xiuzhu heard the words "Beichen Country", he let out a long sigh.
"What?" Mo Hanqing raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him deeply.
"The Beichen Kingdom has always advocated force. I heard that they hold a martial arts competition every year in the country. The winner will receive the highest honor in the Beichen Kingdom." Mo Xiuzhu looked at Mo Hanqing with a depressed expression and said: " I don’t know what happened to the emperor of the Beichen Kingdom this time, so he asked his envoy to bring over the past champions of martial arts competitions, saying that he wanted to compete with the masters of our Mo Kingdom to learn martial arts."