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"Huaifang, are you asleep?" It's been a long time since Zhao Yanzhi was in a coma except for taking medicine, and he actually feels refreshed today.

"No, what does Your Majesty want?"

"No." Zhao Yanzhi approached Xie Qing carefully in the dark, and when he saw that he didn't respond, he muttered, "So you called me A Yuan."

The patient always speaks upside down, Xie Qing decided to follow him.So he raised his hand and patted Zhao Yanzhi's cheek, coaxing him like when he was a child: "Yes, little A Yuan. Go to sleep, you will be fine when you wake up."

Zhao Yan only enjoyed Xie Qing's close and defenseless attitude very much, he tried his best to hold Xie Qing's arm tightly, and rubbed Xie Qing's hair coquettishly: "Huaifang, talk to me."

Xie Qing knew that resting at night was the most important thing for a sick person, so he never thought that Zhao Yan would refuse to sleep and would talk to him.Zhao Yanzhi was used to being willful and domineering, so Xie Qing had no choice but to come up with the method of coaxing him when he was a child, and he didn't know if it would still work after so many years.

Facts have proved that the difficult emperor is even more difficult when he is ill.No matter how boring the story Xie Qing told, Zhao Yanzhi also looked very interested, but it was Xie Qing who couldn't do it first.Ever since he learned that Zhao Yanzhi was seriously ill, he hadn't closed his eyes very much, and now he felt tired when he lay down.Xie Qing couldn't hold on after telling two stories, his eyelids were twitching, and his speech became a little confused.

"Huaifang, are you sleepy?" Zhao Yanzhi was keenly aware of Xie Qing's strangeness.

"Well, there is a little bit, but it doesn't matter." In fact, Xie Qing just wants to sleep with his head covered.

"Oh." Zhao Yanzhi's tone was full of disappointment, he was reluctant to spend time alone with Xie Qing, but he was even more reluctant to let Xie Qing be tired. "Then Huaifang go to sleep."

Xie Qing was so tired that he didn't hear Zhao Yanzhi's disappointment.He patted Zhao Yanzhi's hand and said vaguely: "Tomorrow, I will tell you a nice story tomorrow."

After speaking, he fell asleep.Zhao Yanzhi's eyes were frighteningly bright in the dark, Huaifang just said tomorrow, which made Zhao Yanzhi extremely happy.However, after all, he was not in good spirits during the illness, and Zhao Yanzhi soon fell asleep.

Sure enough, in the next few days, Xie Qing stayed with Zhao Yanzhi all the time.Zhao Yanzhi's body is still weak, but his spirit has improved a lot. The imperial doctor said that his condition is stable now and his condition has improved a lot.

On this day, Xie Qing was fighting with Princess Huaiqing in his arms, Zhao Yanzhi looked at them from the bed and smiled smirkly.This is the daughter he loves the most in his life, the real jewel in his palm.Even if he later had an eldest son who also had the blood of the Xie family, he never gave her half of her favor.

This child looks like Xie Qing.

When she was just born, still red and wrinkled, Zhao Yanzhi could tell that this child looked like Xie Qing somehow.The word "Huai" in Xie Qingbiao's characters was used to name his daughter. Although Zhao Yanzhi insisted that it meant peace, only he knew from his own heart that this word actually meant to read.

Huaiqing, I am here, thinking of you.

Now that Huaiqing can speak a few words, Xie Qing is sparing no effort to teach her to call "Uncle".Seeing that the little princess couldn't make that sound no matter what, her little face was flushed, Xie Qing's heart was so soft that she wanted to drip water.

Looking at this happy scene, Zhao Yanzhi felt peaceful and peaceful in his heart.The person he loves in his life is holding a child who has the blood and appearance of both of them, as if that is the continuation of him and his life.

The author has something to say:

Cover your face, it's really short. . .The author has returned to his hometown, and there is really not much time for coding, and there is no computer, and the mobile phone is too laborious. . .These two days can be counted as much as possible, and after the festival, there will still be three thousand daily changes.Top the pot and let it whip. . .