widowed with sickness

The general suppressed his anger when he went out, but when he stood on the high steps in front of Zichen Hall, he was a little dazed.

He didn't regret running out, after all, if he stayed inside, he didn't know what he could do.

The burning pain on his face reminded him of what happened just now, but the snowflakes blowing from the north gradually calmed down his feverish mind.

Going back home... such a windy and snowy night?

If he left by himself, would the emperor stay up late at night again?In such a cold day, that cheapskate is reluctant to order more charcoal, what if it freezes?

Thinking of the appearance of the emperor curled up on the couch wrapped in a quilt just now, the general only felt that a big hand was rubbing his heart.

He began to regret irrepressibly.

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Standing in front of the hall and blowing the cold wind for a long time, the general stomped his feet fiercely, and pushed the door back to enter.

The general's action of pushing the door was not rough, and even out of some vague timidity, he unconsciously relaxed his hands and feet.Reluctantly, the door of the Zichen Palace was in disrepair for a long time, so there was a loud "squeak".

The emperor's hand holding the pen shook, leaving a bean-sized dot of ink on the memorial.

Fortunately, he is the emperor, and no one will care about him for polluting the memorial.

The emperor made up his mind and continued to write his reply on the memorial.

Naturally, the general wouldn't think that the emperor really didn't hear it—the sound of the door opening just now made him startled, and the general couldn't do such a deceitful thing.

But the emperor ignored him... what should I do?

The general started to think quickly, watched the emperor pick up the next memorial, and called softly: "Your Majesty..."

The emperor raised his head in response and looked at him lightly.

"Your Majesty...can you stay with me for the night..."

The general almost buried his head in his chest, and his voice was low as if he was talking to himself: "The snow is too heavy, I... I can't leave..."

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After saying this, the general felt that his face was going to burn.

The emperor stared at the general's reddened ears for a long time, then lowered his eyes and looked back at the memorial: "You can stay if you want."

The general heard something wrong, but his heart was still beating fast.

However, he waited for a long while with his ears pricked up, but he didn't wait for the emperor to say anything.

The general couldn't help but raise his head slightly, stealing a peek at the emperor's expression.

The emperor was looking at the memorial intently and ignored him.

The general swallowed, trembling with courage, whispered: "Your Majesty... When will Your Majesty rest?"

The emperor raised his pen and said, "What do you think?"

"Chen... I thought...Profile..."

The general muttered for a long time, but he didn't dare to repeat what he said later.

The emperor remained silent, and the nib of the pen moved quickly across the paper.After a while, he put down his pen and raised his voice to call the waiter in.