Ning Jiomo saw it and knew that this was the clothes she started to make for him when he was a fool.
The clothes are dark blue, and the needlework must be much worse than the royal ones.
But Ning Jiumo was holding the clothes and was in a very happy mood.
He couldn't help but let out a smile, but suddenly his chest hurt.
Ning Jiumo put down his clothes, and a mouthful of blood had already spit out.
Although the antidote can relieve part of his poison, the poison is too deep.
If he is too emotional, the poison will still attack.
Ning Jiumo's face was pale, he stretched out his hand to support his forehead, endured the pain and said, "Give me the suppressed medicine."
There is no antidote, there is a suppressed drug.
Zheng Yan frowned, with a worried look on his face, "Your Highness, taking part of the antidote and then taking the suppressed poison is too destructive to the body."
Ning Jiumo sneered: "I have too many things to do now, so I can't take a wrong step."
Without A Wei, he became stupid, a complete fool.
Seeing that he was so determined, Zheng Zang flashed a hint of hesitation in his eyes, and finally said, "Your Highness, hold on, I'll go find a girl."
Ning Jiumo's face changed, and just as he was about to let him come back, the severe headache made him unable to cry out.
He was sitting in a chair, almost curled up.
"What do you ask her to do? Let her beg the old immortal to get the antidote?"
Although Zheng Yu kept saying that the old bastard respected her.
Not close to her body.
But that old bastard didn't even cultivate as an immortal, and he tried his best to win her post all day long.
How could that old bastard not want to get close to her.
And he didn't want her to keep seeing how stupid he was.
Men are all competitive. If there is no external threat, Ning Jiomo may not care.
Anyway, she likes his stupid look the most.
But coming to an old emperor, his sense of threat exploded.
If he was really stupid, he couldn't snatch her back.
Ning Jiumo's various thoughts confused his mind, he held his head tightly, and everything in front of him was blurred.
He suddenly heard the sound of the door curtain, and when he looked vaguely, a slender figure rushed over in a hurry.
He moved his lips, "Awei..."
Bai Weiwei rushed over, reached out and touched his face, covered in cold sweat, and his forehead was terribly hot.
Ning Jiumo looked at her blankly, and suddenly said again, "Awei, I miss you so much."
He was half asleep and half awake, nothing felt substantial, only her anxious face in his eyes.
Bai Weiwei picked him up and put him on the bed.
Ning Jiumo's face was abnormally red, and he had a fever.
Bai Weiwei's face turned cold, "Go and call the imperial doctor."
Zheng Zhan ran away immediately.
Bai Weiwei was going to get him a wet handkerchief, but Ning Jiimo was holding onto her sleeve.
"Awei, where are you going, don't you want me?"
He said aggrievedly, the beautiful wet eyes, how can there be the sharp and dark when he is awake.
Bai Weiwei: Stupid again.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Ning Jiumo hurriedly hugged her, trapping her like a child with long arms and legs.
"I dreamed that you left me."
Bai Weiwei felt that his body was terribly hot, and she took out the antidote from the old emperor.
Just poured out the antidote.
Ning Jiumo suddenly threw her onto the bed, and he hugged her tightly.
Even if Bai Weiwei was strong, she couldn't break free for a while when her hands were tied.
Ning Jiumo was desperate and refused to let her go.
When not stupid, there is still rational intelligence to suppress.
Stupid, all the paranoid madness in his mind ran out.