Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1247

The attendants of Chaoyang Palace seemed to be swept away by an invisible wind.

Eunuch Qi was even more anxious. He gave orders one by one, instructing everyone to call the imperial physician. He also sent someone to urgently find Shen Yuanshi and asked someone to notify Shi Anxia to enter the palace.

Emperor Mingde's eyes were filled with regret and sadness. He never expected that the always omnipotent Cen Yuan would become like this.

Cen Yuan seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss of pain and had no response to any external stimuli.

After a while, the sound of hurried footsteps and the breathing of the imperial doctors broke the tense atmosphere in the hall.

Before Shen Yuanshi had finished chatting with his long-lost childhood sweetheart or had a bite of food, he was hurriedly called into the palace.

He walked quickly into the hall with a serious look on his face, followed by several colleagues who also looked nervous. They quickly formed a circle around the prince consort and began to make a careful diagnosis.

Emperor Mingde was blocked outside and kept pacing back and forth.

Eunuch Qi looked anxious, "Master, what happened to the Prince Consort?"

Emperor Mingde shook his head.

He doesn't know either...but he actually knows a little.

Because he had seen Cen Yuan being poisoned in his dream, and he couldn't describe the consequences in words.

Even though he was so big, his muscles had visibly atrophied to the point where only a layer of skin remained attached to his bones. His bones were constantly dislocated, stretched, and even his eye sockets were squeezed.

In the secret palace deep in the mountains of Liang State, Cen Yuan's screams echoed all day and all night. In the end, the screams stopped.

Because the larynx was deformed, he couldn't even make any sound.

What caused all this was the North Wing's decision to cross the river and demolish the bridge.

......

Dean Shen placed his fingers on Cen Yuan's wrist, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, secretly thinking about the possible cause of the illness.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly stood up and faced Emperor Mingde, saying with a hint of uncertainty, "Your Majesty, the Prince Consort...is not ill."

Emperor Mingde closed his eyes tightly and said, "I know he is not sick, but he is in pain. You have to treat him."

Shen Yuanshi was sweating all over his forehead.

If there is a disease, I can cure it. If there is no disease, what can I cure?

Emperor Mingde saw his dilemma and suggested, "Well, you can prescribe the best prescription for calming the nerves."

I know how to do this! Envoy Shen raised his hand and wrote a prescription. Anyway, there are all kinds of precious medicinal materials in the palace.

When he went out to instruct them to boil the medicine, he saw Shi Anxia almost trotting towards Chaoyang Palace with her maid.

"Shen Yuanshi, how is my husband?" Shi Anxia also rushed into the palace after receiving the report from the eunuch. "What disease does he have? Is he poisoned?"

In her opinion, apart from being poisoned, it was impossible for Cen Yuan to have any disease that would cause such a big commotion.

From the words of the eunuch who informed her to enter the palace, she learned that only Emperor Mingde and Cen Yuan were in the palace at that time. Then suddenly Emperor Mingde lost control and kept calling for the imperial physician.

Could it be that Cen Yuan was poisoned for Emperor Mingde? Could it be that the Queen Mother's party has not been purged yet?

Shi Anxia hurried into the palace with confusion and thoughts. When she saw Emperor Mingde, she forgot to greet him and only asked, "Father, what happened to the prince consort?"

Emperor Mingde couldn't say it, but he picked up the important point and said, "He is not poisoned, nor is he sick."

He didn't dare to look into Shi Anxia's eyes. Alas, Beiyi owed her, owed a prince consort!

When Shi Anxia heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not poisoning or illness, it's okay.

She sat on the round stool beside the couch and reached out to touch Cen Yuan's forehead, which was covered in sweat.

Cen Yuan closed his eyes tightly, even his eyelashes were wet. His skin was originally pale, and now it was even paler without a trace of blood.