Emperor Wen of Jin was stunned by the question, and after a while, he said, "You are still young and can't explain it clearly to you. Go back, don't stand in the wind."

Wei Mianmian bit his lip, "I didn't tell the emperor last time that I have been strong since I was a child."

Emperor Wen of Jin sighed slightly, "I still have a copy that has not been approved."

After saying that, he left with great strides.

Wei Mianmian did not cry anymore this time, and was stunned for a while, bravely chasing him, "Your Majesty, are you not safe in the dragon body?"

Emperor Wen of Jin suddenly locked his eyebrows and asked a little in his tone, "Who told you!"

Wei Mianmian was frightened by his serious look, "No one told me, but I just felt... I felt sorry for you, and I wanted to ask if I could give you some pastries every day..."

Emperor Wen of Jin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "I am very good, you don't need to worry about it. Don't come here again in the future."

Seeing that Wei Mianmian didn't answer, he added, "This is an imperial edict!"

Now, Wei Mianmian couldn't help crying.

Emperor Wen of Jin felt a little ache when he heard her careful sob, but he left without looking back.

Zhao Jiner asked for his pulse and her mood couldn't help but sink to the bottom of the valley: the emperor's body was like a mountain, worse than the day after day.

It’s also thanks to his perseverance that he can hold on to this point.

If an ordinary person is afraid he will be bedridden long ago, he can still insist on boxing and memorials every day, and last morning court every few days.

Emperor Wen of Jin snorted, "Why, I'm getting worse again?"

Zhao Jiner dared not answer.

"Is it a few days to live? Can you tell me a exact day?"

Zhao Jiner bit her lips to comfort her, "It's all because of the incompetence of the people, but Eunuch Wei is already looking for a ghost doctor. Your Majesty, don't give up. You must persist even for this whole country and tens of thousands of people waiting for your number."

Emperor Wen of Jin sighed, "I am also surviving for the sake of the country and the people."

After saying that, he laughed three times, "It's ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Zhao Jiner didn't understand what was ridiculous, so she didn't dare to ask.

Emperor Wen of Jin had many things in his heart.

The scene of the father insisting on passing the throne to the emperor's brother who was not successful in martial arts, the scene of the emperor's brother hanging himself in front of him while cursing, the scene of him and the queen entering the palace, the scene of the eldest son Mu Qing's birth, and the beautiful smile as beautiful as a flower in the imperial garden, all of which flashed through his mind like a play.

He once felt that he was practicing the law for heaven, and that he could clear the king's side in order to prevent the people from suffering. He stopped the previous dynasty. He once thought that he could always be wise and lead the people of Dongqin to live a good life for decades in his lifetime. He once thought that he could cultivate a more heroic and virtuous monarch to inherit his will.

But,

Now he is in his prime, but Yushan is in his prime.

Everything was in vain.

Is it retribution?

God is retribution for him. Shouldn’t he kill his brother and seize the throne against his father’s last wish?

Is even God ridiculed him? He has the ability to seize the country, but Dong Qin cannot escape the fate he had written long ago, and no one can defend it.

Without a suitable heir, how dare he die! How willing he dies!

Looking at Emperor Wen of Jin who was tearfully touched his clothes, Zhao Jiner also felt sad.

She didn't understand the great principles of the country, but she knew that Emperor Wen of Jin was a good emperor.

Once this good emperor dies, his three sons will inevitably fight to the death.
Chapter completed!